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Thursday, January 7, 2010

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After mom nags dad enough about something called "mess" (I'm not really sure what that is) he will spend several days moving stuff around in our house and taking lots of bags outside. Not sure why he takes them outside but we never see them again.

He has been doing this all week. But maybe I better explain.

Mom and dad lived in a house of their own with us 4 kitties before that dog Yoda came to live with us. We did have a dog - Goliath. I had no problem with Goliath as he left us kitties alone - unlike Yoda! Anyway, mom's dad died so they moved in with her mother. It is a big house on the water and there are lots of birds I can see from the window (I am strictly an indoor cat so I just look). It was a big house but already had lots of furniture. Mom and dad crammed as much as they could in their "apartment" which is two rooms made into one big one.

They also had a storage unit for the rest of the home stuff like pots, pans and dishes and extra furniture. On Halloween mom said "enough is enough, $135 a month for six years is too much let's get rid of that stuff." She had a giant yard sale. Halloween is not a good day for yard sales. So she gave almost everything to charity. Except for maybe six boxes and some furniture she just couldn't part with.

So I guess the mess was all the old storage boxes and just stuff that dad seems to make accumulate since he works from home.

Here's the problem - dad kept taking away all of our favorite high places which made Sabrina, Majel and Cleo very unhappy since those are the places they feel safe from Yoda. There isn't much "under" to hide in either because Majel lived under the bed for a year when Yoda came so mom took the mattress off the frame. I'm okay because Yoda doesn't really scare me much and I am happy on the back of dad's chair - my regular spot. The other favorite place used to be on top of the TV but those darn humans went out and got one that didn't have a perch on it any more!

This is me on the back of the chair and Cleo on dad's lap BEFORE he cleaned up MESS

But mom's daily email from Catster explained all about the fact we need high places to feel safe so dad is trying to help out. He stacked some plastic boxes so Sabrina is happier. Anyway, mom seems happier. Actually just him using that noisy thing on the rug made her happy.

Oh I better explain about Goliath. He still lives with us sort of. Our apartment is upstairs and Goliath is old with arthritis and can't climb the stairs any more. So he stays downstairs with grandma and her dog Roscoe. Frankly, he didn't like Yoda much either. Yoda is just too frisky for us all. Mom and dad see Goliath but since us kitties live in the apartment we never see him. We hear him bark sometimes though. We don't like Roscoe either.

Goliath (top) and Roscoe (bottom)

Dad with Goliath (before Yoda won the furminator - that Goliath had too much fur)

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