My name is Harmony. I’m little. I’m hairy. I have whiskers on my face and claws that I can extend and pull back in. If you haven’t figured it out already, I am a cat.
In case you’re wondering, I’m a girl. In case you’re not wondering, I’m still a girl.
My human says that male cats are mellower than us females. I take exception to that. I’m pretty damned mellow, and I’ll bite the ankle of any human who says otherwise. So don’t say I’m not mellow. I’ll set you straight, and it will hurt.
My favorite hobby is bird and squirrel watching. We have a back door made of window glass. This gives me a perfect hiding place/vantage point to study the local urban wildlife. Unfortunately, all I can do is look. My human thinks I’m an “indoor” cat, whatever that is. At any rate, she won’t let me out. One of these days I’m going to figure out how to sneak out there, and then I’ll blow this joint, at least until it’s time to eat. I don’t want to eat outdoor food. You don’t know where it’s been.
I love my human, but I’m not about to tell her that, at least not most of the time. She’s a little slow, so I have to butter her up when it’s time for dinner or I want to play. The best time to do this is in the morning when she’s lying in bed, because she can’t get away very easily. The same goes for the bathroom. She’s captive in there.
A bit of advice to fellow cats: never give your human privacy in the bathroom. You never know what they might be up to in there. You have to be there to make sure they aren’t going out of the house through a window or getting a cat carrier ready. If you don’t keep your eyes on these creatures, you’ll be sorry.
My human tries to get me to understand words in her language, in a futile attempt to keep me in line. Of course, I pick up on those words right away. I won’t let her know this, though. I’m very good at pretending I don’t hear her and I don’t understand her. She knows I’m smart, but she doesn’t know HOW smart, which is okay with me. She suspects this, but she can’t do anything about it. I’m a cat, not a dog.
My human says I should keep this down to 500 words. She wants to shut me up. Okay. I’m bored, anyway. Time for a nap.
A fellow cat person! Harmony sounds like a wonderful companion who has you very well trained.
Life with her has been an adventurous journey — and I am SO glad that I adopted her. Life without her would probably be easier, but not nearly as interesting or fun.
Sounds like Harmony is living the good life! 😉
When I adopted her from the ASPCA, I decided she was going to spend her life as a pampered pet. I have done just that, and she has taken full advantage of it.
The only question is, is she my cat or am I her human? The answer to that has yet to be decided. 😉
Bill Y doesn’t usually take to our feline friends but Harmony has a lot going for her.
I adopted Harmony from the New York City ASPCA. It was love at first sight. She had lively, inquisitive eyes and she looked like she didn’t miss anything that went on around her. I looked at other cats, but she was the one I had to adopt.
She was at the feline adolescent stage when I adopted her, and she was a bit of a handful, but I’m used to adopting pets that are a handful, and she has turned out to be a pretty good cat.
Yes, indeed, these felines have a way of making us listen. It our house this recently involved freelance kitty pooping on my favorite rug. Now that the cat has grabbed my attention, he seems pleased.
As I often say to Harmony: “I love you. I don’t know why, but I do.”
Yes, cats are master manipulators, and they know how to get our attention and our basic servitude. They are smart little critters!
Example: Harmony knows that all she has to do in the morning to get a handful of treats is to threaten to go out the front door as I’m about to leave. She has me well trained.
Now, all you need to do is teach her to sing an aria!
I would, but she hates opera singing. In fact, my singing has been an effective kitty controller at times, when she has been doing something naughty. One high note from me and she would stop whatever she was doing and run! I don’t do that very much anymore. I like to save it as an emergency resort.
I used to have a dog named Delilah who was a great critic. I used to take coaching lessons from a friend who lived downstairs. Delilah would sit in on the lessons. One time I attempted an extreme high note, which came out sounding like a squeaky subway brake. Delilah looked at me as if to say, “What the hell was THAT?”. got up and left the room.
May you have Harmony in your life for many years to come.
From your lips to God’s ears! 😀