Over the years I’ve been blogging, I’ve been approached on a rare occasion by someone who wants to write a guest post for the blog. This doesn’t happen often, so I usually jump at the chance to let someone else take the reins for a minute. Less work for me, right? So when Marnie, my cat, meowed her request to write a post about our recent move to Tennessee, I couldn’t help but acquiesce. The following has been written entirely by Marnie, though I have spell-checked.
I’m Marnie, Cherie’s cat. I’m known for my complacency (I had to Google this word to learn what it meant, but I agree with the description). I love everyone and almost everything.
Included in the things I love are:
- Humans! Humans are great and give me attentions!
- Other cats! Other cats are my friends!
- Food! Food is good and all of it is mine, even the human’s food!
- Rubbing up against people!
- Head butting people and things!
I could go on. I love SO MANY THINGS! Sadly, there is another list. It’s a much, much shorter list… but it’s a list of things I don’t like. 🙁
Here is that list:
- Moving to a new, scary place without my sister cousins and without my aunt and uncle and with a DOG that I KNOW IS UPSTAIRS. I haven’t come into physical contact with the DOG yet but I KNOW IT IS THERE. I CAN SMELL IT AND IT CAN SMELL ME. IT IS PLOTTING MY DEMISE. Also, my mother is gone for a long time every day and I don’t have anything to do 🙁
I used to have a PURRFECT life. I did, I swear. I had an aunt and an uncle that liked to say mean things about me, but I know they loved me and didn’t mean any of it. I also had two sister cousins, Sookie and Pixie. They both loved me. Pixie pretended she didn’t love me, but I know she did. Who wouldn’t? I also had another uncle who didn’t live with us but who would come and visit once a week and give me attention and tell me I was the best cat.
I also lived in this really great apartment with a whole bunch of space and lots of furniture that I could either sit on or scratch at… but now I only have one bedroom and my potty room and I don’t have all those other things!
|This is my window|
Also, my mother has insisted on putting these fake fingernails over my claws? I don’t understand this and it seems like what humans call “cruel and unusual punishment.” It only makes it more difficult to scratch things? I do not understand the point.
I still have my mother, which is cool and all, but I don’t have all the other comforts of my old life. Without that, I’ve found myself becoming increasingly needy and vocal. My mother thinks that I’m just “meowing” because she can’t speak Catonese very well (different than Cantonese — I don’t speak that), but really I’m just trying to tell her that I miss my old home!
The only really perk of this move is that I now have a WINDOW that I can look out of. My old place did not have a WINDOW that was low enough to the ground that I could look at the squirrelys and birdies outside and concoct a plan to MURDER THEM ALL.
I just got kind of dark there guys. Sorry about that. I’m normally very upbeat, but thinking about squirrelys and birdies can put me in a weird place.
Anyway. I am starting to get used to this new place and I’m starting to annoy my mother less… but it’s quite a change.
Thank you for reading this blog. I’m hoping that airing my grievances will clear the air some between my mother and I. And, for you readers, I hope that this will answer the age old question of whether or not cats are smarter than dogs. I wrote this myself! Of course we’re smarter.
Love to everyone always and forever,