Petco Outing

This weekend, the new Petco store opened here. Mom wanted to go, but it was a gloomy rainy day. I was simply sticking close to her for warmth, and the next thing I know she's asking if I want to go with her somewhere. Well, usually that's my cue to run for cover, but I guess I wasn't fully awake or something this time, because I followed her back to the room, and sat there while she put my harness on. Since it was raining, she put on my jacket as well. I pitched a fit about it when we were in the car, but once we got there it was really pretty fun! There was a LOT of people around, but we were able to attract enough attention that I had a group of admirers right away. Mom took off my coat so I could show off my spots, and we educated the ignorant masses about my breed. You wouldn't believe the number of ridiculous stories that go around about bengals! The funniest thing that happened is when this stupid lady went by spouting about how dangerous and wild bengals are, and even though Mom tried to correct her, she just kept carrying on and on. Well, this cool man came by carrying a baby, and he goes, "Oh! Is that a bengal!?" When Mom told him yeah, he stuck his baby right out and said, "See the pretty kitty, honey?" To the horror of the stupid lady, I just stuck my nose right out towards the baby and gave her a whisker kiss. She laughed and sort of petted me (babies aren't so good at coordination, so it was more like she kind of hit/touched me, but I know she meant to be gentle so I didn't mind.) and giggled. Mom was happy, and talked with the cool man for a bit and then we moved on leaving the stupid lady to wallow in her own abashed pity. I got my portrait taken, and the lady taking the pictures wasn't a very good photographer. She never got my eyes open, and to get my attention from the dogs all around, she hissed at me. Even when Mom tried to tell her that wasn't the best way to calm me down, she just kept doing it. So, I looked terrified in most of the pictures and Mom didn't want to buy any. We went and saw all the birds and fishes, but I was too busy being petted by tons of kids to notice much. Then, finally, Mom took me to the Kitty City part of the store, and I got to PLAY on all the cat furniture. That's really my favorite part of going, anyway. I zoomed around through tunnels, and over and under things and crawled the length of the shelving without once leaving the carpet. I dangled off the edges of things, and crawled along the sides of things like spiderman. I am one cool coordinated cat! Ha ha ha! It was fun. All in all, outings aren't always a pain! :)

Sleeping Arrangements

I like soft things to sleep on. I don't like to be cold, or kicked, or uncomfy when I snooze. I think the perfect place to snatch a nap is right by my Mom, curled up between her limbs to feel surrounded by warmth and safety. She moves around too much sometimes, but I can usually snuggle in somewhere after she's fallen asleep. The only thing I must be wary of is where my siblings are sleeping. I've relegated Sweetie to the floor, because I'm the Queen, and the bed is my own! Skimbleshanks, on the other hand, is a little more forward and aggressive, and so I must resort to just kicking him out of his spot three or four times before he finally leaves. Sometimes he comes back, though, and if he behaves and stays in his own area way down on the foot of the bed, I'll allow him to stay. Every pillow that Mom has is MINE! If she would just realize that and quit trying to keep them for herself the nights would be a lot easier. She has the whole mattress! My beds are the pillows! Fortunately, I've managed to cover the body pillow with my hair and Mom left it for me to have for myself. Just two more pesky pillows to go and they'll all be mine!