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I've Been Collecting Some Good Ones,Just So I Can Get Rid Of 'Em!Shhh, Don't Tell My Human! A cat's gotta stick up for himself sometimes. Now, i don't deny that after fourteen years of high living, the last few spent on the street (through no fault of my own), I was ready for regular meals and a little peace and quiet. So when this human picked me up in the alley after a most unfortunate meeting with a large canine, I let her patch me up and, well, the food was good, so... let's just say I never got around to leaving. Now the human thinks she's the boss. But let me tell you, I got this situation wired. I make with the goo goo eyes, and she can't get those pounce treats out fast enough. I sleep against her legs, (just for back support, mind you) and she's combing me and scratching those special spots on my chin and behind my ears. But lately - well, it seems like I'm losing my grip on this household! It's the little things. Little hard round things, actually. They're EVERYWHERE. They get stuck in my toes. I chased a bug across the floor the other day, and it turned out not to be a bug at all. I sat at the human's feet for half an hour last week, because I KNOW what a crackling plastic bag of tempting treats sounds like. Finally she let me sniff the little things and they were -- ugh! -- BEADS! Well, Mr. Kitty's got it all back in paw now. She thinks it's cute - she thinks I'm playing with the 'bugs'. But I know, and YOU know, that I am quietly gathering every single stupid bead I can hook claw or tooth into and putting them into MR. KITTY'S BIG BEAD BONANZA. Hey, she drops them, she looks away, whatever - they're MINE. I've been listening (she calls it napping) and I know that in my collection there are beads and findings from the USA, South America, Czechoslovakia, India, China, Korea and more. I
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