| Well! |
[11 Apr 2006|08:53pm] |
Alfie here.
Well, things are much better now, thank goodness. Big Bean stayed home with us for very large chunks of the past bunch of days and let Rosalita out for most of the time. That little lady has certainly learned some manners since the last time she came out! She ran right up to me and very politely touched noses with me! Then she did the same with Clyde! I was very surprised! Is it a trick? Clyde thinks it is a trick. We shall see.
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| BIG POUT |
[07 Apr 2006|01:17pm] |
Alfred here, with a brief update for all our fine friends.
We have a new Foss Der Kitty here. Her name is Rosalita.
She is not nice.
She is not polite.
She is very rude and bossy.
She uses very, very bad language - it's shocking.
She thinks this place is hers, even though we were here first.
She has been staying in the bedroom with the door shut, because she is so rude and mean to Clyde and me. We're happy that there's a closed door between us. Clyde and I play and play, and we have fun, and she calls us mean things through the door. She sticks her skinny little paws under the door and bats at us. Sometimes we bat back, trying to be polite, but after a while she always uses that bad, bad language again. She just doesn't know how to play nice! And Clyde and I, we are always so nice and polite to her, and she is so mean to us. It isn't fair! She gets to sleep in the bedroom on the bed and Clyde and Big Bean and I all have to sleep in the big room on the couch-bed thing. I used to love jumping up on the high bed for my tummy rubs! I jump up on the low couch-bed thing and I still get my tummy rubs, but it isn't the same. It was more exciting when I had to jump up high. And Clyde and I used to chase each other up onto the high bed and then wrestle there, and now we can't get in the door, and we have less space to chase each other around in, and no high, wide, soft thing to jump up and wrestle on.
It was strange and confusing when Annabelle left.
It will be GOOD when Rosalita leaves!
(Here's a picture of Rosalita. She's third from the bottom. Yeah, she looks sweet, and she is sweet to the Beans, but not to us. I don't know why she likes Beans and not cats!)
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| riaow! |
[10 Jan 2006|08:53pm] |
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hey this is clyde and i want everybody to play with me more! riaowwoww!
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| Mbrrrrp? |
[02 Jan 2006|01:04pm] |
clyde here........ annabelle the little black kitty girl went out the door in a box with two strange beans last night and she hasn't come back and i am very confused and i want to play and annabelle used to play with me and i dont know where she is but she isnt here and alfie just wants big bean to pet him and then he gets happy and drowsy and just lies there with a big happy goofy look on his face (and he thinks that i am the goofy one!) and i need somebody to play with me big bean will you play with me? now? please? huh? huh? please big bean, i love you so much, please play with me?
its so quiet with just alfie and me here now
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| Two cats |
[02 Jan 2006|12:11pm] |
This is Alfie.
Two strange beans came over last night and sat with our Bean and talked and talked. I love visitors, I ran right over to them and rolled over in a sideways circle and looked up at them from upside down. I know it's irresistibly cute, that's why I do it. It worked like a charm; they were completely in my power. They spent a lot of time petting me and exclaiming over how large and handsome I am. I was very pleased.
But as artfully as I tried to keep all of their attention and flattery for myself, they seemed mostly interested in Annabelle. They talked to her and played with her, using my favorite green feather toy. Ha! I hid behind a table leg, and then I pounced on it! Annabelle got out of my way, as she always does. She might be just a little bit standoffish, but she certainly has nice manners, I'll say that for her. When I want my toys back, she always politely lets me have them.
But then all of a sudden everything got very confusing. One of the strange beans left and then came back with one of those little boxes with holes all over it. I always like going in those boxes, just to see if I'll fit. I never remember until it's too late that going in the box always ends up in going for a car ride, which I absolutely hate. I don't know why I’m remembering it now. Usually I don't remember until I'm in the box and the door is stuck closed and I can't get out and it's too late. But for some reason it's all coming back to me now. I wanted to see if I'd fit in this box, but the beans all laughed and closed the door so I couldn't get in. I went off to pout.
Then Big Bean picked up Annabelle and put her in the box and closed the door. I ran over and sniffed noses with her through the wires of the door. She looked very confused, but she wasn't saying anything. The beans all talked a little bit more, but I wasn't paying any attention. I wanted to figure out what Annabelle doing in the box.
Then the strange beans picked up the box with Annabelle in it and walked out the door. As they went down the stairs, I could hear Annabelle start to yowl. She has a really, really loud yowl. I really admire her for that. Big Bean looked very sad, but happy too. It was so strange.
Big Bean closed the door. Clyde and I both ran to the door and sniffed at it, trying to figure out where Annabelle had disappeared to on the other side. But she didn't come back.
Later that night we all went to sleep, Big Bean and Clyde and me. Annabelle had been hogging the middle of the bed lately, which I found kind of annoying. But last night she wasn't there. It was strange, because I'd gotten used to her being there. I guess it was nice to have the extra room. But it was strange because it felt like there was somebody missing.
Annabelle still hasn't come back today. I have felt a little anxious about things, like what's going to happen next? I like to know that everything I'm used to is going to stay the same. I keep going to Big Bean for reassurance. I fall down on my side and wrap myself around her feet so she can't move. She bends down and rubs my tummy and tells me she loves me forever and ever and we will always be together. I feel better.
But Clyde, forget about it. He can't wrap his little bitty head around this at all. "Bean, Bean, Bean!" he was hollering all morning. "Is everything ok? Is everything going to be ok? Are we ok? Are you ok? Is everything ok?" I think he's a little upset.
I guess maybe I'm a little upset too.
I'm surprised at myself.
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| Well heck! |
[30 Jul 2005|11:42am] |
Just when I was starting to really get used to having Annabelle around, now Big Bean says she may be leaving us! "Going to her forever home", Bean says. Oh, that's right, I forgot that Bean said all along that this isn't her forever home, just temporary until her new family will come and discovered her. Now Bean is telling us to get ready to say goodbye to Annabelle.
Hmm. I don't think I like this.
Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. I don't know. It's confusing.
It's too hard to figure out, so I will go eat something instead.
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| Annabelle! |
[10 Jul 2005|05:29pm] |
Alfie here. Well! There is this teeny tiny itsy bitsy little girl cat living here with us now. She says she is a regular grown up cat, but she's no bigger than a kitten. I don't know how she can be a grown up cat if she is still so tiny. She looks as if she didn't quite finish growing up.
I was extremely upset at first, but after a while I got used to her smell, and now I guess she's okay. I even let her play with Clyde and me, even let her take our toys out of the toybox and bat them around. Pretty nice of me, isn't it?
Clyde was all ready to play with her right from the start. He never minded her being here at all. I think that's strange. But I am me and Clyde is Clyde, and we have different approaches towards life, and towards new cats intruding on our space. Clyde is fine with it. I guess I get upset at first, but I get over it. After all, I got over it with Clyde. I like him a lot now. It took me longer to get over it with this girl cat, but I managed eventually. See how magnanimous I am?
On the other hand, Clyde doesn't like it at all when strange beans come here. He runs and hides. Me, I go up to them and show off my friendly nature. Strange beans are always impressed.
So we are very different, Clyde and me. I'm fine with new beans, he's fine with new cats. But the important thing is that we are fine with each other, isn't it? I'm glad that Clyde is here now. I used to get awfully bored and lonely before he came, when Big Bean would be gone all day and I'd be all alone with nobody to play with. Now we play during the day when she's gone, and when she comes back she can try to figure out what we were up to that made the furniture get all rearranged. Heh heh heh.
We are cats. We're just doing our job - keeping the beans on their toes!
Oh hey, here's a picture of Annabelle, the tiny girl cat who's staying with us for a while. She's tenth from the bottom. She's actually kinda cute.
Ahem.
For a girl, that is.
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| Worries! |
[18 Jun 2005|03:47pm] |
Alfie here. Big Bean is really worried. I can tell. That makes me worried too. I don't like it when she worries. I like it when everybody is happy. Big Bean is worried about Clyde and me. She is worried that we will be upset when she brings another cat here!
Now I am worried! Another cat!!! I don't think we need another cat! I'm not sure there is room for another cat! There is only one bed in this place, and we all sleep on it! I do not think another cat will fit!
Bean says that this other cat will just be visiting here, that she (a girl cat!) won't be living here forever. But the girl cat may be here a long time anyway. She is going to be a Foss Tur cat, whatever that is. Bean says please be nice to the girl cat.
Clyde and I are ignoring what Bean says. Maybe if we keep ignoring what she says, it won't really happen.
But I am still worried.
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| :: yawn :: |
[16 Jun 2005|08:10pm] |
hey :: yawn :: this's clyde here i'm so sleepy :: yawwnnnnnnnn ::
i was busy sleeping an' big bean came and started petting the top of my head
okay whatever prrrr yawn prrrrrrrrr
then she held my feet and my toes
um okay it tickles but i'm too sleepy to bother
snip snip snip
she snipped the tips off of all my toenails
alfie got snipped yesterday
now we are both all nice and trimmed and won't hurt each other when we play
i was so happy i purred myself back to sleep
prrrrrrr
:: yawn ::
prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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| Rudeness! |
[16 Jun 2005|07:15pm] |
Alfie here. I like meeting new beans, I really do, as I am a fearless and friendly fellow, and new beans intrigue me. But some of the beans my Big Bean brings home have manners and some do not!
For those of you who may not know, I will now inform you of the Proper Way to introduce yourself to a friendly cat. Move slowly and thoughtfully. Don't make any strange or jerky motions. Don't make any rude loud noises. Say "Hello" in a calm, low voice. Slowly extend a hand, palm up, in the cat's direction, and stop some inches away. Allow the cat to come towards you to sniff your hand. (Treats or catnip are a nice touch.) Let the cat FINISH sniffing before you attempt to pet the cat! Sheesh, that's common sense, isn't it? A new bean's hand is a poem full of strange smells and fascinating new aromas to be savored fully and considered carefully before said bean lays said hand upon said cat! Is that so hard to understand?
My Big Bean, who is very polite to all cats and understanding of all of our needs (usually), brought a rude bean in to meet me. Big Bean put Little Clyde in the bedroom and closed the door before the new bean came. I think maybe that was because she knew that a rude bean would terrify him, as he is not fearless like me. This rude bean had been here once before, and even though I vaguely remembered not liking something about that previous visit, I still came up to sniff the new bean again, because that's just the kind of cat that I am. Fearless, friendly, and forgiving. But this bean was in a big hurry or something (I seem to remember that she was in a hurry last time, too), and didn't stand still for me to sniff her, even though she smelled really interesting. Not a polite bean. Not polite at all!
The new bean and my Big Bean walked away from me into the kitchen, and Big Bean called to me to come with them. I was already following them because I was so curious about the new bean's smell. Big Bean pulled out the treats and patted the counter for me to jump up. Usually I jump up on the counter for treats as fast as I can, because I love to eat those tasty treats, but I was more interested in trying to sniff the rude bean. I just stood on the floor, staring at the new bean and sniffing from a distance. So Big Bean picked me up and put me on the counter. Then she held me tight while the rude bean grabbed my feet and snipped the pointy ends off of all my claws! Now I remembered, that's what this rude bean did last time too! RRROWWW!!!! This rude bean doesn't even take the time for proper introductions and she starts snipping at my very own personal claws????? That is SO RUDE!!
The minute they were done and let me go I ran up on to the Big Thing and threw myself down on one of the nice curvy shelves. I was so happy to have that ordeal over with that I rolled over on my back, stared upside down at my Big Bean, and started purring really really loud just to show that there were no hard feelings. See, that's just the kind of cat that I am. I'm so forgiving. That's why my real name is Alfred the Great.
Actually, I like my claws better with the pointy ends snipped off, they don't snag on everything, which is much more comfortable for me. I just don't like the process of the snipping. I'm a little bit ticklish, especially on my back feet. And it's scary, too. I always worry that they will snip too far and hurt me. But they never do. I still worry about it, though.
You'd think that after all this sudden and unexpected intimacy, the new bean would stand still for a minute and let me sniff her at last, wouldn't you? But no, she was still in too big a hurry (strange habit of beans, always rushing around - silly things that they are), and left without my ever getting a chance to give her a proper sniffing. My Big Bean apologized over and over to me. She said she knew what I wanted, and she tried to make the rude bean stand still for it, but the rude bean is just that way and will not learn manners no matter how hard my Big Bean tries to teach her.
I forgave her. Because that's just how I am.
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| Summer |
[11 Jun 2005|01:10pm] |
Alfie here. It's HOT. Very hot. Too hot to do anything but sleep. I like to sleep in the window where I can keep an eye on things. Also it's a little bit not quite so hot there.
Even Little Clyde agrees that it's too hot to play much, so you know it's really hot if it's slowing him down. He usually sleeps all stretched out on the floor. It's strange how extremely long he seems to be getting these days. He will lay down and stretch all of his legs as far as they'll go, then just stay like that and fall asleep all stretched out. He looks like a long gray skinny streched out thing of some sort, I don't know what sort, but a very very long one of whatever it is. We're going to have to start calling him Long Clyde instead of Little Clyde if he keeps this up.
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| i'm big! |
[22 May 2005|12:23pm] |
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hi this clyde heeYAH!!! that's what i say when i leap out on top of alfie from my hiding place behind the table leg! i am bigger than i used to be and now he cant just push me away from him with his long legs anymore, mine are longer than his now! ha ha! alfie you can't just sit there and look bored with your paw on my head, you have to wrestle with me now! ha ha! come on, alfie, let's play!
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| Spring fever! |
[07 May 2005|03:03pm] |
Alfie here. I have been getting all riled up lately. I'm awake as soon as I hear those birds singing their heads off in the trees outside our windows while it's still dark out. I try to get Big Bean to wake up and come give us breakfast, but she is always so sleepy in the mornings, she won't get out of bed until it's light out. She should get up when I tell her to. I pat her face with my paw when it's time to get up. I am so good about alerting her that the birds have started up with their singing again, but she is just the stubbornest Bean, and rolls over and puts the sheet over her face to keep my paw away.
In the evenings I have been hallucinating a little bit. I do it on purpose. It's just for fun. I hallucinate that Clyde is a bird. I stalk him and chitter at him just as I chitter at the birds outside the window. Then I run at him and POUNCE! and we wrestle until one of us runs away, the other chasing behind.
It's good to run from one end of our house to the other and wrestle fiercely in the warm evenings of Spring.
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| big bird toy! |
[03 May 2005|07:52pm] |
hi this is clyde well hey!!!!!
bean started waving around the biggest bird toy i ever saw!!!
i got so excited, i pounced on it and grabbed it and bit it with my teeth really really hard!!!
i tried to pull it away from bean!!!!
i wanted to run off with the huge big bird toy, carry it off to my favorite corner and sit on it and chew it all to bits!!!
bean started laughing so hard, she almost dropped the bird toy YAY! mine, mine, the bird toy is mine!!!!
alfie wanted it too but i am quicker than him ha ha
i sank my teeth in it and grabbed it harder with my claws, i dug into the floor and tried to back away from bean, holding it fiercely in my teeth
i was not going to let it go!
no!
the biggest bird toy that ever was!
but bean would not let me have it :-(
i don't know why not
she gave me some catnip instead, and i got very
distracted
the giant bird toy disappeared and i never saw it again :-(
sometimes at night i dream about the beautiful giant bird toy
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| alfie is all better yay! |
[29 Apr 2005|07:06pm] |
this is me clyde and alfie is back to normal again yay! and he says his butt dosen't hurt any more
he says he dosen't want to talk about it and i should stop bothering him because he's very busy
he's right, we have a lot of bird watching to do
those birds are sitting there on the thing outside the window making rude faces at us again!
they are teasing us and calling us bad names!
rude birds!
we must crouch on the big climbing thing and stare at them and threaten them with our chirps so they will know that this is our window
birds!
watch out, birds!
alfie and me are here, and we see you!
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| this is clyde! rrouw! |
[26 Apr 2005|07:33pm] |
hi i'm clyde
big bean calls me little clyde but thats just because she's really really big
i'm not little anymore i'm a big kitten now!
i'm as big as my big brother alfie only he's fat and i'm not what?
oh yeah right well anyway i'm going to tell this story because alfie dosen't feel well and he has to stay in the bedroom all by himself all day
i'm not sure why but i wish we could be in the same room together i miss my big brother alfie on the other side of the door it feels like i'm all alone rrrouw! brrreee? alfie?
sometimes he answers me, sometimes he dosen't
we are all sad
alfie is sad and i am sad and big bean is sad
big bean says alfie will be better soon and when she's here she lets me in the bedroom with alfie but alfie can't come out
it's nice to see alfie what? brrrieep? what's that?
but i start looking around at the other stuff in the bedroom
i forget what's in the bedroom when i'm not there and i look at everything and sniff it to see if it's still the same room
i guess it's still the same but sometimes there are little spots here and there that smell like the litter box
that's very confusing
the litter box is right there in the corner, why does this little spot on the floor smell like the litter box?
alfie says his butt is sore but he dosen't know why
he dosen't want to think about it, he just wants something to eat and he wants big bean to pet him
he dosen't want to play or wrestle but he did say hi to me but he mostly wanted to say hi to big bean
i hope he gets better really soon so we can play again and so he can come out of the bedroom
i don't like being all by myself all day
i miss being with my big brother alfie
will he be better soon? mrreeiieee?
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| Fun! |
[18 Apr 2005|11:52am] |
Alfie here. Well, I know I haven't posted in a while, but I've been very busy with this great big thing our Bean brought home some days ago. Days and days and days - it was a lot of days ago. I forgot how many days. But it was a lot of days. Clyde and I have been very busy investigating this thing and figuring out how many different things we can do on it. First we just sniffed it a lot. Well, naturally! Wouldn't you? Clyde was the first to try jumping up on it, but he only went on the lowest shelf. As soon as I saw that you could jump up on it, I went jump jump jump, all the way up to the top. Ha! I'm king of the big thing!
This thing is lots of fun. You can climb it, sit on it, sleep on it, or sharpen your claws on it. You can whap at your little brother's head when he is sitting on the next shelf down. We do that a lot. Or when you get all excited from a good chase around the house, you can finish up the game by jumping on the thing, racing to the top, and then just stand there looking wild-eyed. I like to do that a lot too.
But I think that best of all I love lying on the top shelf right next to the window, getting drowsy, and watching the world outside while snuggling very very comfy in the nice curved shelf, mmmmm just right.
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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| Playtime! |
[22 Feb 2005|11:55am] |
Alfie here. I don't know what got into me this morning. It was like little Clyde and I switched personalities, or something. He was lying around, acting bored, and I don't know, he just looked so .... tempting .... or something .... anyway there he was with his back to me - didn't seem to know I was there - and I had good cover, too, crouching behind the table leg - and before I knew what I was doing, my tail started to twitch, then my whole back side, and next thing I knew, I had done a beautiful pounce right on top of him. He let out a delighted squeal and galloped off into the other room, with me hot on his tail. "Betcha can't catch me!" he yelled tauntingly, and I chased him from one room to the other and then back again. All that running around made me thirsty, so I stopped to drink from my favorite mug on the floor, but I kept stopping and looking around for him. I knew he'd take advantage to stalk me at the water hole. Sure enough, all of a sudden he came tearing at me from behind the door. I reared up to bat at him, but he jumped right over me, so I chased him back into the other room again.
Our human kept laughing the whole time. She's so easily amused. Then little Clyde crept behind her, to take cover behind her feet where she stood. Silly kitten! Doesn't he know that humans rarely stay put? You can't take any kind of decent cover behind a moving object! Silly kitten. He has a lot to learn. I stalked him from underneath the table, then I rushed at him, and we went running off into the other room again.
It was great fun. I think I will pester little Clyde more often. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy it.
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| Naptime! |
[20 Feb 2005|05:49pm] |
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Alfie here. I haven't had time to post, I've been much too busy napping. I've been strenuously napping all morning long. Usually I indulge little Clyde in a bit of chasing and wrestling right after breakfast in order to warm up for my morning nap, but this morning was just too gray and dim outside. I couldn't really tell if it was actually morning or not. Usually when it's morning the sun comes in the living room windows, making nice warm pools of light on the floor which are perfect for napping, but for some reason, that never happened this morning. It was confusing. Maybe it wasn't really morning at all. I decided the best thing to do was have a little bite to eat, and then go right back to sleep. So that's what I did. I don't know what little Clyde did. I was asleep.
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| Our new journal |
[14 Feb 2005|01:41pm] |
Alfie here. Little Clyde has been the most obnoxious dreadful pest of a kitten this morning! First he was off in the living room, chirrupping mournfully, trying to get me or our human to come in and play with him. She ran around with him for a little bit, but then she kept going off and doing whatever it is she does up in the air there over our heads where it's hard to see, and little Clyde was left to chirrup on his mournful lonesome. I was perfectly content on my own, lying on my round green rug in the hall, blinking at our human and lounging peacefully. I had just eaten breakfast and was happy to just lie there with a full tummy, digesting. But little Clyde kept wailing "Its time to play! It's time to play! Come play with me NOW!"
I ignored him. I spend a lot of time ignoring him, or trying to.
He couldn't stand it any longer, and came in the hall and started pestering me. First he lay down next to me and pretended he was going to take a nap. I knew he was fibbing though. Sure enough, next he threw his little paw around my neck and started washing my ears. Well, that's nice enough, but he really just does it to get himself worked up. "Oh big brother Alfie, you are my bestest friend in the whole wide world" he said in his little kitten voice. "Oh Alfie, what nice ears you have!" he said. Then he started biting my ears. I closed my eyes and tucked my head down on to the rug. I just wanted him to go away. I didn't want to start wrestling with him. Too much effort! I had been so happy just lying there, doing nothing. Then he had to come along and spoil it. What a little pest!
But he kept biting my ears, my head, my nose, trying to get me worked up. Well, I am a patient cat, and slow to anger, but enough is enough. I jumped up and landed on top of him. "Hah! Got you now!" I gloated. "Oh yay!" he squealed, and threw both his arms wide, the better to bat at me. So then we wrestled around til the rug was all twisted up in the corner again, and our human had to come along and straighten it.
You know what? It was fun, after all.
What a little pest!
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