August 21 - Post Music Box
I forgot to mention, I think, that my people brought home a strange thing the day I went out in the friggintruck. He brought it inside when he brought the box with a cage door inside and he put it on the floor before taking me and putting me in the box and leaving. I've figured out what it is! It's what the people calls a scratching-post! It's got little ridges in it, and smells a little funny. It sits in a hard plastic thing that keeps it on a slant, and in behind it there's a furry ball thing on a bouncy springy thing, and the ball has a bell stuck to it...I can see the little shiny thing so I know it's a bell this time. I don't know whether I like the springy puffy ballbell or the post better. I can scratch the post, you see, and I really like doing that...but I've managed to work the spring thing loose, and it's oh so fun to chase! I batted it into the little room where my people washes himself and he stepped on it this morning when he went in there. I think I surprised him. Heard him say something like, "How'd this get in here? Didn't know it could come off...", which must mean something about how proud he was of me for playing with the toy he got for me. The big cat doesn't want anything to do with it though. That's okay...this toy is mine.
My people cleaned my box this morning. This isn't anything special, he uses the scoop thing every day to make sure nothing yucky stays there very long...but I've realized something. Why is it that whenever he's over there, I feel as if I have to be in the box? I don't fully understand. I went in there as my people was getting up, did what I had to do and then left. A very short time later my people went over there to clean it, and suddenly I had the strongest urge to give him another little present like I did last week. He kept nudging me out of the way though, telling me to wait. It was hard, all that waiting. He's not too fast at scooping because he tries to get every bit of nastiness out, and sometimes we cats bury it very very well. As soon as my people took the stinky bag away, I went back in the box and used it again. At least it smells like me. Hey...maybe smell has something to do with it. Hmm...
The sun is high in the sky as my people helps me write this. His computer thing is humming a lot, and it's fairly hot today. There's another people outside somewhere, but I can't see him or smell him. I can hear him though...he's making weird wheezy song sounds somehow. My people says it's an accordion, and that it's music...whatever that means. The sound is annoying, even to my people, and I don't hear any mews. Ick!