First off, please let me introduce myself. I’m McDuff … that’s my only name – I’m like Cher or Seal – and I bear it with pride. I was born in Quebec, but I only speak Meow. Have full understanding of English and Swedish, though. Now I live here in Atlantic Canada, with my two humans; one male and one female. I will refer to them as Mum and Dad throughout this post.
Mum always goes on about her blog, she keeps fixing with it, changing themes, poring over what to write or she takes pictures of me and posts them there. Now she’s finally come to the conclusion it’s about time I’d do a post myself.
Mum and Dad are very big and they have very little fur — I feel kind of sorry for them — but they are kind and loving humans. They’re not very smart, but I let them believe they are … after all, they give me food and lots of affection. Mum always makes such a big deal about me … how handsome I am, so fine, cute and whatnot. I don’t understand that really, I’m just an ordinary guy with some Russian blood in my veins.
I hear when she’s about to get up in the morning, so I sit outside the bedroom door and wait. Normally, I’m not in the bedroom while they sleep … I just walk in and check on them every now and then overnight. As soon as she gets out to the kitchen, she gives me a few candies/treats. I guess that gives her time to get that hot, brown, stuff she drinks, ready – she seems to be strangely addicted to that weird stuff so I don’t bother her until a little later. I’ve stopped trying to figure them out! They do the weirdest things, like in the room where my box is … quite often they go in there, one at the time, and place themselves underneath a stream of WATER!!! Sometimes, my mum fills up that huge, white box in there, with some white, very intriguing stuff! It actually makes little sounds, it’s light and fluffy when I touch it with my paw. My mum finds that incredibly cute, when I do that, apparently, and I just shake my head in disbelief.
Now, back to the morning routine; Once she’s finished with all her doings, whatever they are, it’s finally time for the wet stuff! I like that! Most of the days, it’s good stuff, but every once in a while she decides to test something new and that’s not always a hit. I don’t like those patés – I like gravy. At least once a week, I get tuna … real tuna, not cat food tuna! That’s the peak of the week! I notice when she brings out that pouch with tuna, and of course I get more excited then, compared to the regular stuff. They never cease to be amazed I can tell the difference between the pouches! Heh! They don’t fully appreciate my intelligence! Sometimes, my dad tries to outsmart me – he tries to get out of bed so silently I won’t hear him! LOL So far, he hasn’t succeeded! He thinks he hasn’t made a sound, but still I sit there, outside the door, waiting patiently, and he gets surprised. Honestly … after all these years!!!
Now I almost lost my train of thoughts … When she’s served me my breakfast, they both have their own … they only eat strange stuff that I don’t care about. THEN it’s time for the really good stuff [I love the mornings!], the brushing! This takes place on a table, I know exactly when she’s finished with her breakfast, so then I jump up! Again, they’re intrigued how I can know it’s that time! For Meow’s sake … I have a built in clock, I don’t need any of those stupid little things they have tied around their wrists.
She’s good at brushing me, I thoroughly enjoy this moment, I roll over on my back so that she’ll get to every area of my furry body.
The remains of the day are pretty much devoted to one of my favourite occupations: sleeping. Late in the evening, I always bug my dad to make him go with me to the kitchen. I sit and look at him, beside his desk, and I make my eyes really big and gaze at him. If he doesn’t immediately notice me, I stretch up and touch him with my paw … he usually gets up! I know he’ll give me candy … he’s a much easier target than Mum. I bug her too – I know she finds it cute when I touch her with my little paw, but she doesn’t give me candy as often as Dad. I get lots of affection, she sits on the floor and talk with me, but she’s always so concerned about weight and all that stuff. Dad is more easygoing in that respect.
Now I’ve typed 820 words and I’m really fed up with the computer stuff. How can humans make such a big deal about them?! I’ll curl up on the couch instead, now that you know what my life is like here. I’m so blessed … I lead a great life here.