It's been a while since I have written and I feel I have neglected my friends. I have been very busy over the summer, fall, and holiday season managing all of the chaos that is going on in my kingdom. First off and most disturbing is that mom and dad have started moving everything around. If you are a cat, you don't generally like changes in space or routine. Dad's excuse is that he's upgrading the studio and we needed a new roof. Whatever!
Then there were the visits imposed on us by strangers. This adds insult to injury. It's bad enough that our stuff keeps getting moved around. Now strangers are in the house doing a lot of banging and talking. This gets Tucker barking. During all of this I'm hiding. Felines hate a bunch of undue noise. If that wasn't bad enough, mom and dad started staying out late. Mom tried to tell us that they were busy at work. Sheesh, this is not an excuse in my book.
I know that I'm doing a lot of complaining at this point and many of you might feel that I have it good. I've just barely hit the tip of the iceberg when I mention all of these annoyances. To top off the insults I will just say one word Christmas! Do you remember last year's fiasco when the youngest grandcub was bitten over the eye by Velvet? I can happily say that there were no injuries this year. I was angry because I was hiding but could still hear all of the fun rustlings of paper and boxes. I also smelled food. I should also mention here that there is a new grandcub and one more in the oven. Yay, (a bit heavy on the sarcasm).
Now I'll move on to some good news. Mom did get some very interesting creatures that I'm totally fascinated by. They look like fat strings and they move all by themselves. She calls them snakes. I think that they look very tasty! I know that these lively fat strings were given to me to make up for all of the annoyances. I just want to taste one. I spend much fun time looking at my toys and speculating how I can get just a wee nibble.
Speaking of snakes, I have to now mention the Interloper. The Interloper is a Pixie cub that came to live at my house. He's bold, likes to get on mom's bed, and doesn't exactly bow to my kingly authority. He doesn't hiss at me, but he doesn't quite get the fact that I'm the ultimate ruler and authority in this kingdom. Let me give you an example of his defiance.
I was casually strolling my kingdom, when I heard the loud thud of a body thumping on to my new pet enclosures. I looked and there was the Interloper eyeing my prizes. I was quick to defend my treats! I jumped up there and it took me three quick whacks to the head to get the Interloper off of my special territory. I was less than pleased and had to camp out there to send the complete message. You would think that the situation was pretty clear, but no!
Next time the Interloper comes out, he jumps on my pet's homes. I had to chase him away three times. He should have gotten the message the first time. I'm unhappy about this flagrant flaunting of authority. I've been setting him straight, though. I impose my greater wisdom and status upon him and he really doesn't challenge back. I'm almost three and he isn't even a year old. Enough said.
I'm currently hoping that he'll learn how it goes around here: The Rules. We like to call it learning the ropes, an old nautical term. I'm hoping that the Interloper might shape up, eventually. I don't like working so hard and you have to consider that administering discipline is always work intensive. The Intruder needs to learn many things in order to successfully navigate his life at Chez Lapin. I'd prefer not to have to whack him on the head. One issue he definitely needs to get clear about is that those are MY snakes!
