Seriously. We're cats.

This is our last post for a while. Yes, we've missed a few days but what do you expect? We're cats. Just try to train us.
Write about your attempts to tame or train something. And good luck.

Shadows

Write about your shadow, or somebody else's.

Sharing a bed

Write about sleeping with somebody.

What do you expect?

Some of you are wondering why we don't post at the same time every day, why we miss some days. We are cats, that's why. Need I say more?
Write about what you expect.

Count on him

I can always count on him to make messes for me to get into.
Write about somebody you can count on.

Who is smarter?

This is our new cousin Mimi, who also likes books. We're afraid she's smarter than we are.
Write about a fear.

Where to sit

What? How to choose a chair? What are these people doing?
Write about picking a place to sit.

Time out

Write about time out or spending time in the corner.

Who are you, really?

Write about a time when you pretended to be someone/something you aren't.

(I've given this prompt before--not in this context--and some creatures can't come up with anything. I'm embarrassed to admit that it's easy for me. I even pretend to be a dog sometimes.)

A Chair of One's Own

Virginia Woolf writes about having a room of one's own for writing--I don't need a room of my own, as long as they have rooms and piles of papers I can lie on. What I do like is a chair of my own. And this is one of mine.

Write about a favorite chair, a favorite place to sit or stretch out.

Feeling stuck.

Write about a time when you felt stuck.

Where is it?

Write about looking for something ordinary that you can't find.

Feeling Framed

Write about a time you felt framed.

We're so glad

We're so glad we're cats and not pigs. Write an ode to what or who you are.

And here's a paean to the onion, which, by the way, we wouldn't dream of eating.

An Easter Centerpiece

She shoos me off tables and counters when people are over but, hey, I look good on the sideboard, better than the side dishes.

Write about an Easter dinner.

Saturday

Sorry we're late posting today. Too much cat TV. Back on it tomorrow--in the morning.

Write about a Saturday.

Taking the Sun

This is one of my favorite sunning spots. I don't go outdoors and would be too scared to relax in the real sun if I did. Here, I'm under a skylight and on my favorite rug.

Write about sunbathing.

Playing

Here's one of my favorite toys. The feathers tickle me and the furry part smells catnipy. I rub against it, toss and chase it, hide it under stuff, and nuzzle the feathers.

Write about what you like to play with and why. You may be a grown-up. I am too; I'm almost three and for a cat that's post-teen, but I still play. And I know you do too. If you get stuck, start with how you played as a child.

A far-away friend

This is our friend Leopard. Well, we don't have friends, except each other. But Leopard's owner visited last weekend--you know the woman Katryna whose bed we wouldn't share.

Write about somebody else's cat. Somebody else's bed.

On Top of the World

Today is a good day. I got the top tower perch. He remembered to feed us early so I didn't have to get loud and, I admit, nervous about breakfast. I chased the pet mouse and the laser beam for a few minutes. Exercise? Done. She changed the water in our bowl. I mean, I'm sitting on top of the world.
Write about what a good morning looks like, in your world.

Big Game Tonight

It's not tennis tonight. Basketball. NCAA championship game but that ball is too big for me.

My people are totally psyched. I could care less but I do like to sit on her tummy when she's stretched out on the couch--until she starts screaming at the screen.

Write about which sports you enjoy? Memories of sports. Me? I love bird TV out the low kitchen window and wrestling with Lucy.

Palm Sunday Musing

I see the path ahead but I can't get there. Maybe that's a good thing.
What's on your path?

Houseguest

We annoyed the houseguest, Katryna, by not sleeping on her bed last night. What can we say? We aren't reliable. Are you? Is she?
Write about a houseguest.

Hydration Nation

I may be fat but at least I hydrate.

My long legs

I know comparisons are odious but what happened to me? Look at my slender body and glorious long legs. Now, I make Tina look small. Sigh. The vet said I needed to lose 15 percent of my body weight. Thanks, pal. I thought you said you loved cats.
Write about something mean somebody said to you--about your body.

Don't Leave Home Without Us

Every day this month I'm going to post about cats--which means I'll be tackling some pretty deep subjects.


My cats (that's Lucy in front, Tina behind) always sniff around and settle into my suitcase when I get it out to pack. Do they want to go with me? Are they trying to say: "Don't go?"

What, if anything, do you know about how your cats feel? Your dogs? Your pet hermit crabs?

How do you feel about packing a suitcase? About leaving?