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Early this morning I woke to the sound of Gumbycat's meowing. Not really unusual. While normally he tries to keep quiet until he sees bodies actually moving out of the bed, he'll sometimes revert to his old, obnoxious ways. Usually when I hear the incessant meowing he'll be down in the living room, the central location for all to hear. His meows usually say "I can see the bottom of the food dish!" or "My water is not fresh!" or "I would like to trip someone soon!"

But the meows this morning were a little different. First of all he managed to meow 14 times in a row (I counted). Meow! Meow! Meow! ... Second, he didn't make the rounds. Usually the meowing will start in the living room. Then he'll come halfway up the stairs. Then back down into a kid room. Then perhaps to the kitchen to check on the food dish to see if it has been replenished.

I somehow managed to ignore him (besides the counting of the meows) and fell back asleep. I couldn't imagine that he needed anything important. He is, after all, the little kitty who cried wolf. So when I woke up for real and walked into the bathroom I heard his incessant meowing again and it sounded like he was right outside the door but when I came out he wasn't there. I then walked downstairs and was surprised to not see him. I went into the basement and heard him again. Loudly. But his meows sounded like they were coming from a strange place. Loud but trapped. Usually they are just loud and they get closer and closer and then there is the tripping.

Still, being the horrible pet owner that I am, I planned to continue ignoring him. I walked back upstairs and just as I passed the back door I heard VERY LOUD meowing. Coming from outside! Ah. He'd spent the night outside.

So yeah, I let him in. He ran to his food dish and ate a couple mouthfuls of kibble. Then he ran to Sid's room and drank some water (we keep water all over the house except near their food...they're finicky that way). Then he came to me and meowed as if to say "You bitch!" and Frasier walked over to him and smelled his butt.

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All's well that ends smell. Do you think he managed to catch a bird or mouse?

Heh. Doubtful. He can't even catch moths anymore. And kitty toys are too much effort. Sad old cat.

I bet he at least got a spider. And DREAMED that it was a mouse :D Good adventure for old kitty.

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