Monday, May 7, 2007
Tell Momma Monday
Our Momma’s pretty new to this whole kitty thing. I mean, we’re the first kitties she’s ever lived with. Daddy hung with some kitties when he was little, but he says he doesn’t remember any of them acting like us. Momma’s read a bunch of books and talked to a lot of people, but there are still some things that she’d like to know. So we thought we’d dedicate the next couple of Mondays to asking all you kitties out there in the blogosphere how stuff gets handled in your house.
So here’s this week’s situation:
Momma doesn’t care if we get on the kitchen counter, which she thinks might have been her first mistake. She thought it was cute when she first brought us home because we could jump up on anything. So she just let us have the run of the house. (She constantly wipes off the counter all the time with wipey stuff – which we don’t understand because we’ve got very clean paws! Grrr). She doesn’t really like us getting on the stove (EG burned his paw once when we were really little and it made her feel really bad), but it’s a glass top and she doesn’t think we can tell the difference between the counter and the stove. We don’t really get people food (unless Daddy drops it on the floor and even then Titus usually gets it before we do), but if we even think we hear food, we’re immediately on the counter. It really cuts into Momma cooking, or even just getting a bowl of cereal. In fact, she’s pretty much given up cooking very much unless Daddy’s home in the evenings to distract us (which isn’t that often). And it takes both of them to pour a bowl of cereal. Hee hee! She doesn’t like having us help her cook by sticking our faces and paws into whatever she’s doing. And she really doesn’t like us helping her with the stove. She’s tried the whole squirt bottle thing, and it works on me, but EG just squints at her and keeps doing what he was doing. She thought she could maybe put us in the litterbox room for a little bit while she’s cooking, but that makes her feel bad. If she’s home, she likes to be around us.
So kitty blogosphere, what happens in your house? Does anybody else help their Mommas and Daddies cook? Should Momma just suck it up and put us in the litterbox room for a little bit? Should she get a giant squirtgun? Should she just stop cooking (which would make her very happy, by the way)?