I don’t know if you are aware, but our home city Brussels (Belgium) is under terrorist threat. Due to this the city was locked down for four days and partially it still is.
Of course our humans went a little bit crazy. First thing was that the hf female came to us and told us very clear to stay away from the windows facing the street. I looked at her like she was possessed or something… Really?! Do I look like a cat that looses her time on the window sill all day long?! No, of course not!
The real scary part was the possibility to have all the supermarkets closed. Only the thought of not having fresh veggies for few days gave cold sweats. But apparently they took the chance an opened so finally the humans managed to buy fresh food.
The funny part in all this madness was the social media. After people posted photos of the agents in action all over Internet (at some point there was a photo of policemen on a roof trying to bust a potential terrorist) and giving clues in real time about their movements, finally on Sunday the Police asked for radio silence. Suddenly the humans realized that they were feeding info to the enemy and decided to bury that. So social media was flooded in irrelevant photos of cats published under the hashtag #BrusselsLockdown. And we contributed with the following photo:
Now please excuse me but I need to go and get some rest. Reading news about terrorists makes me tired, but it is even worst when our personal little terrorist (I mean the little human) stays at home four days in a row!
As we said before humans are weird and need some days off sometimes. True, they need to work and provide us with fresh veggies, but this is not a good excuse. We also need to be cute every day but we don’t ask for days off… Anyway, as they are a different species and not a very efficient one, we allow our humans to take days off from time to time.
With our permission last week they went to Rome to visit some old and very old stones that at some point were some kind of temples and institutions important in the human history. I will not comment upon this. I would just say they still have a long way to get where we are: controlling other huge creatures only with the power of our minds.
So they went to Rome. But they had to find suitable replacements for the four days of their leave. Somehow they managed, although the other bipeds were not very thorough. We were not pleased, but it was acceptable. Especially that since their return we made them cuddle us more often. (Worf spent tonight half an hour in the hf’s arms.)
As the replacements were not very competent our humans had to leave clear instructions for them. And a nice stock of veggies. The veggies were eaten but we’ve managed to take a picture of the instructions. One list in English and one in Romanian. And still there were some mishaps… But we are fine.
I heard my pals already informed all our fans that I was sick. And I thank to all of you for the best wishes and positive thoughts. I am fine now, but still not willing to cut some slack to my humans. And I’ll tell you why…
Last year when we moved in the new apartment and I got Data as a roommate I really thought my life was going linear. I was already dreaming about all the mischief I would do, I was happy I still had my couch and that the hf was almost a perfect servant.
But at some point she brought home a little human, the one known as the bh. And this little creature became our main point of interest. The purpose was to train her to become a faithful servant. But apparently there is a long way to that moment in time.
But that’s not the issue.. The thing is that in her first month of life I rarely saw the hf so there was no reason to mischief because I was not impressing anyone. Afterwards the couch became the property of the hb during the day. That was somehow unacceptable but I sacrificed myself because I knew I had to teach her stuff. And when finally things seemed to go back to normal the humans put me in the hospital for a day and let the vet to gas me.
Spending some hours in the hospital without Data was really frightening but don’t tell him I said so. The good news is that when I returned home I realised the hb is a bigger brat than me. This made my day! I was so impressed that I forgot I was in pain and chewed pellets like nothing happened. She must have learned from the best. 😀
What I really want to say is that after months of boycotting the couch (because there was no room for me anymore!) lately I’ve started to take my nose out of my room and shyly step back on it. Especially when there is food around. Data helps alot by stealing paper and bring it inside our penthouse. I still need to solve the issue of the smell: when the humans are changing the baby ‘s diaper, the smell from her poop is almost unbearable. She eats veggies as we do, but the result is way different!
To conclude, I’m fine and planning for more nasty things.