THE BIG SNOW STORM
The weather forecaster on the radio said it snowed at least a foot. It must be someone with a bigger foot than mine because I sank down
into the snow all the way to the bottom and I couldn't see over the edge. I wonder whose foot they used to measure it.
Patches and I went outside to play. We ran into Loud Mouth and my double* who were playing a game of tag. Since we all
had to jump from one spot to another the odds of catching each other were not good. Since me and my double were smaller we could hide in our little snow forts. But the two giants, Patches and Loud Mouth could use their strength to jump from one spot to another.
After a while we all tired out from the snow and laid down and made snow cat angels. Because my double and me were lighter we could actually lie on top of the snow and make pretty angels. The two big lugs were too heavy and they sank into the
snow. Mommie said my angel was the prettiest.
When Mommie called Patches and me into the house for “refreshments” the other two vanished into their secret hiding place together. I wonder if something romantic isn't going on
between those two – I saw them getting cozy after our playtime. Hmmm.
*Last winter Mommie found a girl cat who looks just like me.
Before Mommie went to town yesterday she said she was going to the Used Bread store to buy Patches and me some treats. She said they would be a lot cheaper there than at WalMart.
Mommie, are you crazy? Who wants Used Bread?
Mommie calmed me down when she said the Used Bread store carries bakery items (and some pet treats) which are out-of-date and cannot be sold in a regular store. She also said “most people call them day-old bakeries, but I like the sound of Used Bread.”
Patches and I each have our own food dishes, but the same water dish. However sneaky Patches sometimes eats out of MY dish and I can tell. (Who couldn't smell that old coot's saliva on MY food?) Mommie doesn't understand when I refuse to eat
the rest of my food when I can smell Patches' slobbers on it. To me, that is real Used Food.
Mommie does have a special dish – just for me where Patches can't get to very easily – on top of the vanity in the bathroom. Of course,
Patches gets his own dish full and also mine when I refuse to eat the leftovers he leaves in MY dish. Patches knows he can't get my special dish because he gets my regular dish full.
I guess Patches is smarter than I thought. Hmmmm.