Hi Everyone!
Last night I went upstairs to get ready for bed. Robby was enjoying his privacy downstairs. But then I heard a magnificent CRASH! It scared me silly. I ran downstairs and Robby, in the process of dragging his fishing pole off the kitchen counter, knocked over the jar of change. You know. The jar of change that is supposed to be shaken in his face and scare HIM silly so he'll associate "scary" with kitchen counter? That jar? HE scared ME with it. He beats all, as Barney Fife likes to say. Wish I could have seen if his own antics drilled any fear into him. I doubt it. Let's get real.
My mother-in-law says he looks smart. I don't doubt he's smart, either.
Oh dear, in PetSmart today there was a DARLING kitten. I mean, Postkard Kute Kitty. Whoa. You never. It was so unusual looking, it's markings. I wanted to get it for Robby, but I'm supposed to get a kitty his age or older for a kittymate and this kitty was definitely way younger. Besides, I am going out of town tomorrow. And I'm staying in a bed and breakfast in a tiny town in Georgia tomorrow night. The innkeeper sounds like a hoot and a half. FUN TIME!
I'm not the least bit packed or ready to go. So, Bon Voyage. I won't have a computer for a few days to blog, but I'll try to sneak in a blog here and there when I get to my sister's.
Please say prayers for Robby and Jazzi while I'm away. I mean, say prayers for me, hope I survive.
I repeat, Bon Voyage,
KEM P.S. One of Robby's favo activities is to sit and keenly observe while I scoop his litter box. He helps, of course.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The new trick is when I cook I have to leave the pan on the burner, even when the food is done, in case RRM gets up on the counter. Then at least he can't step on the hot burner.
Ha, ha. So, I turned around to work on the salad and when a suspicious feeling crept over me I turned back to look at the stove, and there was Robby IN the pot. Totally in the pot, like when he sits in the napkin bowl. I had boiled eggs in the pot and it was empty, sitting on the burner, which was now cooled. Another smaller pot was right next to the egg pot, with a wooden spoon, waiting for a can of soup. Robby reached his front paws out of the egg pot, grabbed the wooden spoon and was stirring away in the smaller pot (no soup, pot was empty). I tell you, I needed video of that one. He thought it was fun to bite the wooden spoon, too.
So, your SMART KEM is now realizing that when she cooks Robby will have to be vanquished to the laundry room, like he is when we eat. That's the ultimate trick.
Then later I was watching a video of a kitten chasing a remote mouse. It had a nice jingly tune to go with it, something like you'd hear at Bear Jamboree at Disney. Robby watched that video time and again, pawing at the mouse on the screen.
Then, my friend pointed out that the Rays have a DJ kitty in a commercial, he is spinning records and dressed in uniform, doing his darnedest to sell tickets. He looks an awful lot like Robby Boy. But Robby of course has the interesting facial freckles. Other than that they could pass for twins.
The Rays, speaking of, are trying to win tonight. LET'S HOPE SO. They started off with their pitcher doing well, then a two hour rain delay, this is the way it's going lately. But they are hanging in there.
We might have to get Robby a kitty cat.
Gut bye,
KEM
Ha, ha. So, I turned around to work on the salad and when a suspicious feeling crept over me I turned back to look at the stove, and there was Robby IN the pot. Totally in the pot, like when he sits in the napkin bowl. I had boiled eggs in the pot and it was empty, sitting on the burner, which was now cooled. Another smaller pot was right next to the egg pot, with a wooden spoon, waiting for a can of soup. Robby reached his front paws out of the egg pot, grabbed the wooden spoon and was stirring away in the smaller pot (no soup, pot was empty). I tell you, I needed video of that one. He thought it was fun to bite the wooden spoon, too.
So, your SMART KEM is now realizing that when she cooks Robby will have to be vanquished to the laundry room, like he is when we eat. That's the ultimate trick.
Then later I was watching a video of a kitten chasing a remote mouse. It had a nice jingly tune to go with it, something like you'd hear at Bear Jamboree at Disney. Robby watched that video time and again, pawing at the mouse on the screen.
Then, my friend pointed out that the Rays have a DJ kitty in a commercial, he is spinning records and dressed in uniform, doing his darnedest to sell tickets. He looks an awful lot like Robby Boy. But Robby of course has the interesting facial freckles. Other than that they could pass for twins.
The Rays, speaking of, are trying to win tonight. LET'S HOPE SO. They started off with their pitcher doing well, then a two hour rain delay, this is the way it's going lately. But they are hanging in there.
We might have to get Robby a kitty cat.
Gut bye,
KEM
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
So I shook the jar of coins in Robby's face when he jumped on the kitchen counter, like the vet tech said to do. Robby simply looked at me like I'd lost my mind. HELP!!! If he walks across a glass top stove when it's hot, the spin in the dryer will look like kitten's play. Boy, I've got my work cut out for me. I guess I will be forced to keep a water spray bottle handy. Don't like it, but there is a larger issue at stake.
The Rays are going down the tubes. Somebody do something!
I'm driving to Greenville this weekend. The inn I picked out to stay in half way, it's all booked up (the inn only has 4 rooms). This is because there is a jazz festival going on. In fact, Best Western is booked solid, too. You have to realize, I'm traveling the back roads through all the tiny towns and the options for lodging are rather limited. Leave it to me to pick a weekend when things are jumping. Rats.
Bye,
KEM
The Rays are going down the tubes. Somebody do something!
I'm driving to Greenville this weekend. The inn I picked out to stay in half way, it's all booked up (the inn only has 4 rooms). This is because there is a jazz festival going on. In fact, Best Western is booked solid, too. You have to realize, I'm traveling the back roads through all the tiny towns and the options for lodging are rather limited. Leave it to me to pick a weekend when things are jumping. Rats.
Bye,
KEM
Monday, September 20, 2010
No sooner than I decided, Umm, we are in serious trouble when Robby figures out how to jump on the kitchen counter...Robby figured out how to jump on the kitchen counter. I'm not kidding, that was my original thought today, and not two hours later he made a sloppy spring from the floor to the counter. Actually, I found him on the counter, in the kitchen sink to be exact, before I caught him in the act of jumping. I thought maybe he did a hop and skip from the new lidded trash can to the counter, or leaped from the open dishwasher, but, nooooo, why trouble himself with wasted motion? In fact, he jumped up there again as I typed. Yes, he had to grasp and claw for his life at the counter's edge, but get the job done he did. He is completely bored with the old and trustworthy and is on the prowl for the new and questionable.
His new initials are RRM or RSM, Robby Rat Mader or Robby Skunk Mader (he does resemble a skunk). When my mother-in-law got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, Robby, always on the alert for a chance at a room from which he's banned, positioned himself prostate in front of her bedroom door. So when she came out of the bathroom, she was trapped. Fortunately, I was still up and handily scooped up RRM, The Night Visitor.
Mother to a Rat,
KEM
His new initials are RRM or RSM, Robby Rat Mader or Robby Skunk Mader (he does resemble a skunk). When my mother-in-law got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, Robby, always on the alert for a chance at a room from which he's banned, positioned himself prostate in front of her bedroom door. So when she came out of the bathroom, she was trapped. Fortunately, I was still up and handily scooped up RRM, The Night Visitor.
Mother to a Rat,
KEM
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