Chatting Cats: Getting Old’s No Fun At All
Hey everypawdy, it’s me, RaenaBelle. It’s gonna be one of those days. Mommy’s not yet finished her furst cup of coffee and she’s already yellin’ at her new smarty pants fone. I’s not sure who Okay Google is, but accordin’ to mommy she’s a bossy idiot.
RaenaBelle!!! Me thinks you’re usin’ the idiot word too much these days. It’s just not nice.
But sissy, that’s what mommy said. She told her she didn’t wanna go that way to the dentist this time, she wanted to go thru Ardmore. And all that Okay Google could say is “hmmmmm I don’t know how to help you with that.” Mommy’s been screamin’ at her to quit redirectin’ the directions to the quickest route. Ya’ know, mommy wants to take a safer route today, but she needs that silly fone fur directions. (Raena shakes her head)
Well Raena, ya’ know mommy’s eyes aren’t what they used to be and it’s hard fur her to see the writin’ on the maps. Me knows she was lookin’ at the atlas last night and mumblin’ ‘bout the tiny purrint and gettin’ old.
Well sissy, sounds like we need to learn how to read a map so we can give mommy directions.
Sure Raena, me will put that right up there with make mommy a cup of coffee. We kitties can’t read the map any more than mommy can. Besides, me heard mommy say that she’d just go to Ardmore and then ask the silly smarty pants fone fur directions.
Sounds like mommy’s outsmarted the smarty pants fone to me, sissy. I’s knew our mommy was smart. Meowin’ of dentists, fanky fankfully, we got our money back from Aspen Dental over the weekend so mommy can pay the new dentist today. I’s so glad we don’t have to deal with those peeps anymore.
Me too Raena. Mommy used to get so stressed befur her ‘pointments that she almost made herself sick. Meowin’ of ‘pointments, did you see the card me got from the V-E-T? They actually wanted me to tell mommy to call them to schedule a ‘pointment fur them to stab and manhandle me. Hmmmpht Like that’s gonna happen. What self respectin’ kitty in their right mind would willingly tell their human to take them to the V-E-T? Not this one me tells ya’. Nope, no way.
What are you lookin’ at? Don’t you be gettin’ any
ideas ’bout pokin’ me with that.
Well, good luck with that one sissy; I’s think mommy already saw the card. Besides, why would you think you could get outta goin’ when I’s had to go the day befur mine’s Gotchaday?
But Raena, you didn’t get poked and jabbed on your visit. They wanna do all kinds of unmeowable things to me. It’s just not fair, me tells ya’, not fair at all. Every year they think they oughtta jab me with their huge needles.
I’s feelin’ all better mommy, let’s go home.
Every year sissy? Does that mean I’s gonna have to go back too? They already tried to kill me the other day. I’s know they’re plannin’ and plottin’ mine’s demise. The kitties in the waitin’ room when we left told me so. Their names were Thelma and Louise. I’s told ‘em to run fur their lives when their carrier doors opened. I’s told ‘em not to stop fur the bonito flakes we left on the table. I’s sure hope they got out okay. They reminded me of your pawsum sis Lexi. They were big ol black tabby kitty girls…and I’s do mean big.
Really Raena? Me hopes they got away too. Ya’ know, we oughtta check fur some new hidin’ spots so mommy won’t be able to find us to take us to the ol stabby place. Me saw you watchin’ mommy drag stuffs outta the furbidden room (closet), did she make enuff room fur us to get in and hide?
It sure looks like fun in there mommy. Where’d you get all that stuffs?
I’s don’t think so sissy. Who knew mommy had that many clothes?. I’s never seen her wear any of ‘em befur?.
Yeah Raena, it’s been a while. Those are mommy’s dressy clothes that she only wears fur special occasions. She hasn’t had much cause to wear ‘em in quite some time. Me does ‘member a time when she’d shimmy and shake into somethin’ called panty hose and shapers and then pull out somethin’ really nice from the furbidden room. Since we go to church at home now, mommy says she doesn’t need to wear the hose and shapers anymore. Truth be told, me doesn’t think they’d fit. MOL
Ooooh Sissy, you better not let mommy hear you meow that. I’s think that might hurt her feelings.
Sometimes the truth hurts, Raena. You know mommy says we should always tell the truth, even ifin it’s not necessarily nice.
Uh, Mommy also says ifin ya’ can’t say somethin’ nice then don’t say anythin’ at all. I’s purretty sure implyin’ mommy’s fat would fall unner that category.
Fat? Me didn’t call mommy fat, you did and me’s tellin’. MOL You’re in trouble now. (Dezi runs to mommy laughing all the way)
(Raena runs after Dezi meowing) Wait!!! Sissy, I’s didn’t call mommy fat, you did. I’s can run faster than you. Besides, I’s the baby, who do you think mommy’s gonna believe? I’s gotta hurry and finish mine’s brekky so we can get ready to go to Tishomingo today. Fanky fankfully, it’s not s’posed to storm today. Maybe we can stop fur some special treats. Ifin you don’t tell mommy, I’s’ll bring you somethin’ back?.
Till the next time…………………………………………Be Blest!!!
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Posted on June 13, 2018, in Cats Chat, Just Fur Fun and tagged "Annual Exams", #ChattingCats, #ChattingSisters, #RagdollCats, #VET, Cat Tree, Cats, Dental, Deztinee, Gen7 Jogger Stroller, Liberty Cat Tree, Mommy, RaenaBelle, Updates. Bookmark the permalink. 21 Comments.