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Chapter XXVI

One day I heard a lot of strange noises coming from the kitchen. Being a cat, I needed to investigate. I mean, that’s part of being a cat! I HAD to know!

So I strolled into the kitchen. A big brown box sat near my food and water dishes. The humans walked back and forth from the refrigerator to the big brown box, taking food out of the refrigerator and placing in the big brown box. I had to be careful they didn’t step on my nice fluffy tail or my paws. That would hurt—a lot! Meow!

The older human said the big brown box was an ice chest. She said they were taking care of the refrigerator. They were preparing to “defrost the refrigerator”. It was something they needed to do every now and then, she explained.

The humans frequently opened the little door above the main refrigerator. They did the strangest thing—they put pans in the top of the refrigerator, waited awhile, took the pans out, put water in them, and then put them back in. I watched the process awhile, then decided there was so much activity I better go back to the living room. 

I was glad to know the humans were “defrosting the refrigerator”—whatever that means—once my food is opened it’s kept in the refrigerator, so it’s nice to know they are taking care of the refrigerator! 

Abby

P. Booher, secretary

Chapter XXV

The younger human and I have been fighting lately. You see, she gives me some sort of liquid in a little narrow tube she calls a “syringe”. At least, she tries to give me the liquid. I emphasize the word “tries” because I have claws, a few teeth, and am nimble and quick at moving my head. The younger human has no claws, teeth that don’t bite fur, and she is not really nimble and quick.

She says the liquid is for my own good, that it’s a medicine to help relieve pain. It tastes terrible. How can something that tastes terrible be for my own good??? Explain that, will you! I bet she never had to take any of that medicine!!!

Abby

P. Booher, secretary

Chapter XXIV

I told my secretary I wanted to post a piece today in celebration of International Cat Day. Yes, I know this is getting published late. However, I cannot fire my secretary because she also buys my food! Talk about job security!

Anyway, as a cat I enjoy certain creature comforts. In the interest of getting this posted while it is still August 8 (at least where I live), I will only write about two.

1. Fans—my humans use fans to cool off. The fans are big and noisy. Most of the fans are on the floor, which, since I’m a cat, is to my advantage—and I love it! I enjoy laying on either the tile floor or on the carpet, particularly if I can get situated between two fans. The air goes over and through my fur. Pure bliss! Meow! Meow!
2. Shoes—I enjoy laying on shoes or boots. Don’t ask me why. I just do. I am a cat; it’s my privilege to like certain things humans think strange. Believe me, humans like things which are strange to me! I got a treat awhile ago. The younger human brought home a pair of slippers. They are soft and squishable, just right for laying on. Guess who’s on them when the younger human isn’t in them! 

Abby

P. Booher, secretary

Chapter XXII

I wrote here how much I liked playing with my toy that had a stuffed bird on one end. The human held the wand on the other end, and either dragged it along or bounced it. It was a lot of fun pouncing on it.

Well, that toy fell apart and I couldn’t play with it any more. So, I made do by chasing my tail on those odd moments when I wanted to burn off energy. I have a long, fluffy tail, and of course it’s always attached, so I know I won’t lose it. Sometimes I did manage to actually catch my tail, though it didn’t stay caught for long. Sometimes I almost made myself dizzy, too! Then I sat down as dignified as I could be, though it’s hard to be dignified when the humans were laughing so hard.

Yesterday the younger human went away for awhile. When she came home she gave me a new toy! It’s the same kind as the old one. I smelled it; it was definitely new; no other cat had been around it. The human dragged it along on the floor; I chased it and smacked it with my paw, just to let the toy know who’s boss. I am happy to have another toy; I don’t have to rely on my tail anymore!

Abby

P. Booher, secretary

Chapter XVIII

Have you ever noticed humans do weird, sometimes annoying things? They say cats do weird things. Humph! We cats have reasons behind the weird things we do, so they aren’t really weird. But humans–

I’ll give you an example. I walked into the living room and jumped up onto the older human’s lap. She put little metal things in the fur on her head. I smelled one of the metal things; it didn’t smell like anything I knew of. I wanted to help the human, since she seemed so intent on doing this strange procedure, but the younger human kept her arm in front of me, so I couldn’t help.

I’ll give you another example. The younger human had the nerve to poke me in the stomach! Would you believe that? I raised my paw to warn her that she was not to do that. Would you believe she poked me again! This time I grabbed her finger and put my mouth around it. This time she got the message. Talk about being annoying.

Abby

P. Booher, secretary