Time Out

Hello kitties. What an exciting night I had. I got to explore our backyard. Mama and Papa left the screen door to the back yard open - they were waiting for feral Fuzzy and Gray-C to come and eat the food we place by the door for them. I got to mingle with the feral cats that I talk to and play with behind the screen door. They showed me the how to play hide and seek at the orchid garden. Grandmas cymbidiums are huge and kittehs can easily hide behind one pot. I got to listen more closely to the next-door neighbor's woofie who barks a lot at night.


Buster - get away from the computer! You are in big trouble. You're still on TIME OUT!

Hello kitties Catmama here, our litle Buster gave us a fright last night. He slipped out of the house and partied with the ferals. He knew how to choose his timing. I was busy making truffles for the church fundraiser while catpapa was cooking pasta for his potluck at work today.

It was our fault for leaving a small opening to the screen door. We often do that since our fave ferals Fuzzy and Gray-C come all the way inside the screen door and eat their food. But last night, I thought Buster couldn't restrain himself.

I was multitasking as usual, making truffles (2 kinds) and watching the SF Giants game on tv. I didn't notice he was gone until Catpapa was cleaning up pots and pans and was asking if I'd seen Buster. Emma as usual was sitting on her rocking chair watching the Giants with me. I didn't pay any attention to his query. Afterwards, catpapa was all over the house yelling Buster's name. I could sense the urgency so I stood from my stool at the island where I was artistically crafting my truffles and joined in the search. We went around the house yelling his name. I opened the screen door - I closed it earlier - and screamed for Buster, but no reply. The ferals weren't in the backyard either.

Within 5 minutes, I see Buster standing in the step leading to the screen door. I opened the screen door waiting for him to get inside, but he chose to walk out further in the yard. I chased after him and carried him back to the house.

We gave him sermon and you know what kitties, he talked back to us!!!! Just because he turned 2 and now he's legit mancat he seems to want his independence.

He gave us a fright last night. Bad kitty.

When we went up to sleep, Buster went in between us and demanded his belly rub and head and neck scritches. Spoiled brat.