Dead Plants

 Someone around here must have the exact opposite of a green thumb.  

A while back, one of the staff members very thoughtfully painted a plant pot for me.  

It looks like this:

Isn't that nice?

And eventually, another staff member planted some cat grass in it, which started to sprout delicious looking shoots.  

That is, it was sprouting- until it was dehydrated and then drowned.  Which caused nasty fuzzy things to also sprout in it.  

One morning I walked downstairs to find this:

And now no one has attempted to try to grow anymore delicious cat grass.  So all I have is an empty pot.  With some dirt crumbs in it.  Which if you ask me, is a pretty sad sight.  

No one has taken any initiative yet to try planting something new, though perhaps that's for the best...I could just end up being disappointed again.  

Maybe one day I'll have a pot of delicious cat grass to munch on- until then, I'm trying to figure out how I can get ahold of one those nice poinsettias that are juuuusst out of reach.  

Chance  

I am not a Circus Cat

 Barb L. just doesn't know when to quit.  I try to tell her that I'm just not a trick cat.  I ignore her, give her the cold shoulder, and try to express how much I don't want to be a trained circus cat.  But unfortunately for me, Barb is a very persuasive human. 

Which is why this happened:

Yes, that is a picture of me giving Barb a high five.  Of my own free will.  I think she was pretty happy I didn't hold out 11 1/2 months to finally cooperate with her on this trick.  

However, there are still some things I will NOT do.  

For example:

I will NOT jump through a hoop.  Even if it is a very nice embroidery hoop someone very nicely let Barb borrow for this humiliation   trick.  

Not gonna do it.  Nope.  

Why can't we just stick with the high five...

Barb's next task on her to-do list is to teach me to "speak" on command.  I'm looking forward to seeing how she will try to convince me to do that one, because I'm thinking I might need a whole lot more treats for a trick like that.  

Definitely not training for the circus,

Chance

The Flitting Fluttering Things

 The end of this summer the flitting fluttering things came to visit me.  Which was very thoughtful of them (though I'm not sure they had any choice), and I quite enjoyed their stay.  

I kept trying to give them *love pats* to let them know how much I appreciated their coming to visit, but there was this annoying screen thing in my way.  And on top of that, every time I tried to let the flittering things know how much I appreciated them, a staff member would unceremoniously pick me up and move me far away from my flitting fluttering friends.  

I guess they were trying to protect the delicate nature of the flitting fluttering things, but I'm pretty sure my *love pats* weren't going to harm them.  

I've heard tell that all my flitting fluttering friends have flown south towards Mexico for the winter (they don't have a nice library to stay inside all winter), but I'm looking forward to their return next summer.  Hopefully next time there won't be an annoying screen thing in my way.    

Chance

A Marvelous Thing Called Catnip

I had the opportunity to eat another plant the other week.  But this time, I was actually ALLOWED to eat the plant.  It was the very wonderful plant, Catnip.  I've had dried catnip before, but this catnip was super duper fresh!  

*sniff, sniff*

At first I was a little suspicious.  The only plant I'm ever allowed to eat are dandelions!  But then...

 

*pat pat*

*nom nom*

It was delicious.  And very energizing.  I didn't take a cat nap for at least an hour.  

It was pretty marvelous.  

Hoping someone will bring me more of that green stuff,

Chance

Braving the Cardboard Labyrinth

 I've always been told that mice like mazes and are even experts on running through them.  So a cat has to wonder; Could a cat beat a mouse at running through a maze?  Entirely for competition, of course, not because I want a snack.    

The other day I decided to test this.  Or rather, Barb L.  had a cardboard maze set up for a summer program, and she thought I'd like it.   

The maze was entirely pitch black inside, which I guess was a problem for the humans who went through.  A bunch of them took flashlights so they could make it out.  The ones who braved the pitch dark without a light kept running into the walls, which was hilarious.     I, on the other hand, am a cat.  And cats don't need flashlights to walk through a dark maze without running into the wall.  It's one of our many talents.  

I heard that some kids found the dark and twisty carboard tunnel to be a little scary, but I thought it was quite exhilarating.   In fact, my third time through I was having so much fun I didn't want to leave.  One certain staff member was beginning to be concerned I might be lost and stuck her head in the maze to try and find me, which I thought was silly.  If I wanted to be found I would have been found.   

"Chaaancee!!  Here kitty, kitty!"

Eventually I came back out into the real world.  

Which perhaps was a mistake, because I'd really like to leave the "real world" for a bit longer and go back into that box maze. 

Training for a mouse maze,

Chance