November 04, 2005
It's been so long since I tried to channel through the tall two-legged in attempt to change the world. I have to admit, I think I might be showing signs of age. I've spent so much time trying to take over the world. I'm starting to feel that simply controlling my local 'world' may be the best thing. Perhaps the world could be changed for the better simply by taking care of my own family.
As an example, during my workshops for the local deer titled, 'Antlers - not just for messing up trees', I came home to a new cat box. It was possessed. It looked familiar, though. I think I had something like it at my last domicile, where the decided they couldn't deal with my superior intellect. I got in and did my business. Ten minutes later, I was back in the room to get a drink, and the demon came to life. A huge metal thingy came down and scraped along the sand. A trapdoor opened, and scooped my 'business' into a bin. What if I'd been in there?!?! The two-leggeds never consider the consequences of their actions. Well, I had no choice, did I? I found a quiet corner in the 'master' bedroom (what a terrible misuse of title), and began to use it as a surrogate bathroom.
The tall two-legged was livid with rage. I've always thought he was a good person, and liked me, but with that outcry, he must have expected that I would have been stuffed into the bin of the demon catbox by then. Since Sandy goes to the bathroom anywhere she happens to be (she's so uncouth, but then she gets away with it, so maybe I'm wrong?)
The next thing I know, the tall two-legged (Daddy) has removed all the carpet from the room. Well, great. Now what should I do? I found his response to my going on the wood sub-floor completely out of line. I mean, what did he expect?
After this, I started to have a change of perspective. My plans for world domination weren't going well, and I was seeing a need to work my influence at home. The small two-legged (Annie) has stopped feeling like she has to carry me everywhere, which would be a nice thing if it were comfortable. Instead, she gently places me on blankets, and brings me treats. Forget my minions, there is a whole new life here to exploit. I started looking for areas where I could improve my life in the house. I've noticed that the Daddy makes a great bed. When he's in the bed, he crooks his legs, and the comforter falls in to make a perfect nest. Annie is very warm during the night, and if I can convince her to lie still, it's almost like a personal sauna. Even on the floor, Daddy crooks his legs, and I can crawl in for a nap (I take about fifty every day). I've noticed that he appreciates it by the comments that he makes after a half hour. Apparently his legs cramp, and start to tingle in a bad way. But? He still doesn't move them. Oh yeah, I'm in control here.
Annie brings me treats all the time. Granted, she gives them to Sandy, too, but Sandy is such a curmudgeon that soon after receiving a treat, she starts hissing her displeasure of having Annie touch her. Stupid cat. She gives the rest of us a bad name.
My control, and therefore my receipt of pampering has gone much further than I thought it could. I've learned certain skills and attributes of the two leggeds, especially Daddy. As the weather has gotten colder, he has stopped working from the deck, and now spends his days in the upstairs study. I'm not always sure where he is, but after a few calls I can hear his voice, 'Lilo, I'm up here...' Where ever he is, I proceed to his location, and he puts me in a place of honor. I'm currently lying on a bunch of data that is covered with plots of red, green, and black. I'm sure it's much more interesting with me (or at least my fur). He had the audacity earlier to push me off the data, and I settled on a stack of journals. I learned a lot by osmosis about Solid-State Circuits, Electromagnetic Compatibility, and Antennas and Propogation. Should I decide again to try to take over the world, I'm sure I'll make use of it.
In the meantime, I relinquish my desire to control the world. I've found myself feeling very protective about those under my care. Am I getting old? In their presence, I feel calmer. When they are happy, I am happy. When they are upset, I look for remedies to support. I don't know. Maybe I'm a changed conquerer. Maybe I've just found the happiness that comes from realizing not only the joy, but the responsibility that comes from being loved...
Lilo the Cat Protector
As an example, during my workshops for the local deer titled, 'Antlers - not just for messing up trees', I came home to a new cat box. It was possessed. It looked familiar, though. I think I had something like it at my last domicile, where the decided they couldn't deal with my superior intellect. I got in and did my business. Ten minutes later, I was back in the room to get a drink, and the demon came to life. A huge metal thingy came down and scraped along the sand. A trapdoor opened, and scooped my 'business' into a bin. What if I'd been in there?!?! The two-leggeds never consider the consequences of their actions. Well, I had no choice, did I? I found a quiet corner in the 'master' bedroom (what a terrible misuse of title), and began to use it as a surrogate bathroom.
The tall two-legged was livid with rage. I've always thought he was a good person, and liked me, but with that outcry, he must have expected that I would have been stuffed into the bin of the demon catbox by then. Since Sandy goes to the bathroom anywhere she happens to be (she's so uncouth, but then she gets away with it, so maybe I'm wrong?)
The next thing I know, the tall two-legged (Daddy) has removed all the carpet from the room. Well, great. Now what should I do? I found his response to my going on the wood sub-floor completely out of line. I mean, what did he expect?
After this, I started to have a change of perspective. My plans for world domination weren't going well, and I was seeing a need to work my influence at home. The small two-legged (Annie) has stopped feeling like she has to carry me everywhere, which would be a nice thing if it were comfortable. Instead, she gently places me on blankets, and brings me treats. Forget my minions, there is a whole new life here to exploit. I started looking for areas where I could improve my life in the house. I've noticed that the Daddy makes a great bed. When he's in the bed, he crooks his legs, and the comforter falls in to make a perfect nest. Annie is very warm during the night, and if I can convince her to lie still, it's almost like a personal sauna. Even on the floor, Daddy crooks his legs, and I can crawl in for a nap (I take about fifty every day). I've noticed that he appreciates it by the comments that he makes after a half hour. Apparently his legs cramp, and start to tingle in a bad way. But? He still doesn't move them. Oh yeah, I'm in control here.
Annie brings me treats all the time. Granted, she gives them to Sandy, too, but Sandy is such a curmudgeon that soon after receiving a treat, she starts hissing her displeasure of having Annie touch her. Stupid cat. She gives the rest of us a bad name.
My control, and therefore my receipt of pampering has gone much further than I thought it could. I've learned certain skills and attributes of the two leggeds, especially Daddy. As the weather has gotten colder, he has stopped working from the deck, and now spends his days in the upstairs study. I'm not always sure where he is, but after a few calls I can hear his voice, 'Lilo, I'm up here...' Where ever he is, I proceed to his location, and he puts me in a place of honor. I'm currently lying on a bunch of data that is covered with plots of red, green, and black. I'm sure it's much more interesting with me (or at least my fur). He had the audacity earlier to push me off the data, and I settled on a stack of journals. I learned a lot by osmosis about Solid-State Circuits, Electromagnetic Compatibility, and Antennas and Propogation. Should I decide again to try to take over the world, I'm sure I'll make use of it.
In the meantime, I relinquish my desire to control the world. I've found myself feeling very protective about those under my care. Am I getting old? In their presence, I feel calmer. When they are happy, I am happy. When they are upset, I look for remedies to support. I don't know. Maybe I'm a changed conquerer. Maybe I've just found the happiness that comes from realizing not only the joy, but the responsibility that comes from being loved...
Lilo the