Life with Cats

There is a saying that dogs have owners but cats have staff...I think my cats must have read that somewhere because I think they think my job is to cater to them. And I guess I let them get away with it. There is the 3am wake up call for breakfast. There is the meowing to open the bathroom door so they can drink from the faucet (which I need to turn on as well). The scratching on the sofa when one of the jingle bell balls has rolled under there and they want me to retrieve it. The cats also make quite the tag team together. One night while sitting on the sofa reading I kept hearing this noise coming from the bookcase. I got up to see what was going on and lo and behold Charlie was pulling books out of the bookcase and Thomas was spreading them out on the floor. The blinds are also a favorite play item. They will bat the cords around. Charlie will rattle the blinds when he wants the front door opened so he can look outside. Charlie will also get on the window side of the blinds and will play tag with Thomas on the other side thru the blind slats. Thomas, who loves to chew, has left teeth marks on my blinds and has chewed every cord so they are now only small pieces of cord. One night I heard noise coming from the kitchen and when I went to investigate I saw four eyes and four ears behind the microwave which they apprently had crawled behind. When they get scolded they look at me as if to say 'so...and your point is'. During a recent storm I felt the need to seek shelter in a closet so I gathered up the cats and in we went. Well, that was an experience. I spent most of my time pulling Charlie down from climbing up the clothes, shelves, shoe rack and trying to keep Thomas away from chewing on any item of clothing he could reach. I decided if we ever have to do this again, they are going in the cat carriers first.