Kitty in the bucket

I just don’t know why these cats won’t play with me? I try and try, but they just say I’m trying. Mornings are fun because we’re all awake and ready for fun! And breakfast.

See, I told you Mystic loves me!

Isn't Mystic silly?

Today, I came out and here was Mystic sitting in a bucket. Mom washed her car yesterday and there it was. It was perfect for her–just the right size. Well, let me tell you, she told me in no uncertain terms that she was going to stay in that bucket. And she did. For a long time. At least until breakfast.

Thailing, Mystic’s sister, always comes over when I’m playing with Mystic. I think she secretly wants to play too! She gets between Mystic and me and tells me to back off! Loudly. BACK OFF. Yes, Ma’am.

She's done her job

I sometimes listen to her.

I give up! She won't play, so I'll go chew my antler for a while

I just wish they would play chase, like my friends at the park. Maybe cats don’t do that? What do they do for fun though? Sit in buckets? Pretty silly, huh?

2 thoughts on “Kitty in the bucket

  1. Hi Sage,

    I see cats out my window and there’s a cat that likes to watch me from across the street. They just look at me. I didn’t know they could play. My mom doesn’t let me get close and they always run away. I just want to smell them a little bit. Why do they run off? It’s okay though. Mom says she’s allergic. Did you know I’m hypoallergenic? I don’t make mom sneeze or cough or anything! Yippee! I wouldn’t mind playing with the cat, though.

    Gotta run!

    Smell you later,



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