Slide Out Kitten On A Tray

This is weird (what else is new?) but I am playing memories of old-fashioned hamburger Drive-In Joints (which I am just old enough to remember). Except I have Kitty On A Sliding Tray. Yes, Robby has learned to jump up on the computer box thingy under the computer desk. From there she (we keep calling him "she") scrambles up onto the rear end of the keyboard tray (it's kinda open back there), you know, the tray slides under the desk, so there is a slot. Normally, I have the tray about half-way out, typing away. So Robby comes in the back way, if you can picture this, I'm telling you what, I'm having a hard time explaining this just so. Anyway, he crawls around and then curls up in back of the keyboard.

It's a good thing I realize this, I mean, I do when I'm typing, but there he was when I was not typing, and you can't really see him, he's under the top of the desk, ready to slide out. We could have torn apart the house looking for him and never thought, Slide Out A Kitty. Thankfully, I noticed this white stripe when I glanced that way, which turned out to be his nose. Speaking of stripes, I discovered today, when he was stretched out, this time on top of the computer desk, that he has very subtle (obviously, heh, heh) black stripes on his slightly less black coat, or maybe it's the other way around. He gets more interesting every day, which is two days now.

So, he curls up in a little ball and fits exactly right, sandwich-like, because the space from keyboard sliding tray to top of desk is exactly his size. And also thankfully, there is a ledge on the back of tray to keep him put.

Well, I never spent so much time explaining something that I feel I did so utterly unconvincingly. Boy, can you tell I is pooped?

At any rate, this gives the concept Cat and Mouse an entirely new meaning to me.

The other funny thing was, I left a box out, the box of Bar Keepers Friend Liquid fame. Doesn't that just sound ideal for kitty fun? So the box was on it's side and Robby climbed on top. His back feet were on the body of the box and his front feet went on the extended flap. Which made the whole box and kitty shake to beat the band. Good Vibrations.

It's a laugh a minute around here now. I honestly believe that for a half-way normal person, animals bring out the very best in us. As long, of course, as we are not talking roaches.

In the paper today there is a cat who is 28 years old. He is the winner for old cats this year, but in years past one cat lived to 36, or something like that. Which, of course, means Robby will way outlive me. If Robby should decide to enter this contest down the road. WAAAY down the road.

Crissy's daughter's wedding was lovely. Sometimes "lovely" is the only word that will do. The bride was gorgeous in the extreme. I love newlyweds. Such bright hopes and promise, God's blessings to them. I'm so proud of Crissy, everything she envisioned and worked so hard for turned out so...lovely. Now she gets to go to Bermuda for a month, or at least she deserves to.

I had one more item to mention, but it has gone KEM-Poof!

In the meantime, I heartily recommend that everyone run find a kitten. Then you, too, can write a blog on Your Famous Kitten. Oh, my, such timing. Robby just flew downstairs and did her series of tricks to land on my computer keyboard tray. I'm sighing off before she starts typing and dismisses my blog in one fell swoop of the paw. She does type, you know. He does.

Serious Kitty Fun,
KEM P.S. There really is some connection between Hamburger Drive-In and Kitten On A Tray, I just can't quite think what it is. Something to do with tray. Listen, today Crissy reintroduced me to her good friend who lives right here in St. Petersburg. The three of us had lunch two Easters ago, around there. I was actually looking for this lady at the wedding so I could say, Hi. As we were getting ready to leave the reception, I saw Crissy talking with a lady. Crissy says, Oh, remember, this is (lady I had lunch with two Easters ago). So, my big question is, Why wouldn't I have recognized her if she had stopped me on the sidewalk and said, Hello, I am Sue and I had lunch with you two Easters ago? This is very sad, we'll blame it on Kitty-On-The-Brain. In my defense, I think beautiful Sue extremely changed her hair and her complexion, meaning, she now has long curly hair, new color, and is sporting a Florida tan. Well, I can tell you one thing, I will know who she is the next time I see her...I hope.