My Cats Are French

They are often haughty and aloof. They have a serious aversion to bathing. They eat disgusting things. They prefer their females unshaven. They are certain of their superiority to the point of arrogance even though they are neutered. But unlike the French, these boys are sweet, lovable fur balls who do not care for Jerry Lewis movies. And they never, ever surrender.


Name: CFOMahm
Home: Metro Detroit, Michigan, United States
About Me: Italian/Polish (yes, that does make me both opinionated and dense, but there is definitely good eating at my house!). Fan of bad jokes, crossword puzzle addict, old enough to know better, but still young enough not to care. Known to the Gang of Three as "Mommy Cat - Almighty Keeper of the Can Opener and Mistress of the Front Door".
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Friday, March 10, 2006

In Spring, A Young Cat's Fancy Turns To...

Today was the first day to seem like spring. You could smell it in the air. It smelled wet & wormy - the wind was gusting just right for kite flying. The birds were hollering. And there was this strange, orange, glowing thing in the sky. Haven't seen that for months it seems. Our winter was mild as far as snowfall and cold, but my god it was gray and dreary. Usually the brilliant glare of the sun on the snow has me needing to wear shades more than in summertime.

Came home from work to find all "the boys" out front. Zath'ras was doing his thing - rolling in the dust on the driveway. Biggie was trotting down the porch to greet me, and Pumpkin was ensconced on the table beneath the front window. His human Daddy had placed a nice fluffy towel on the tabletop so a cat could get cozy and comfy.

The CEO had also opened one of the front windows (sans bug screen) so that the gang could run in and out - and in & out and in & out.... all day long. There are only a couple of months in early spring & late fall when the bug population is low enough to allow the boys the luxury of free rein for their comings and goings.

Also the only couple months when the humans are not slaves to the cats who can never seem to get it together enough to all go out or come in at once.

A normal day -

7am - Biggie out. Pumpkin looks but doesn't move. Zath'ras sleeps.



7:10am - Pumpkin out. Zath'ras looks but doesn't move.



7:25am - Zath'ras out, Pumpkin in.



7:45am - Biggie in, Pumpkin out.

7:55am - Zath'ras in, Biggie out.

8:10am - Pumpkin out.

8:11am - Biggie in.

8:12am - Biggie out.



8:15am - Zath'ras in.



8:19am - Biggie in.



And so it continues all day. CEO Dad is new to this game having only retired a few months ago. He still finds it charming and amusing. But it has been winter. The boys have been much less demanding. CFO Mahm will be waiting to see how the CEO feels about it after a few more months.

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