The Jazzy Chronicles: Chasing My Tail
Hi, Coffee House Readers! It is me, Jazzy, the superstar kitten of the Jazzy Chronicles here to entertain you with my adventures from the last two weeks.
Before I get into it, if you missed my first three chronicles, you can read Arrival, Hide and Sneak, and Copycat with the links Tish helped me to fit in here. She is a great assistant to me; I think I’ll keep her.
When I was playing with Roy one evening, I twisted so fast I almost fell off his lap. Thankfully, he caught me in the nick of time, and to show my gratitude, I promptly licked his nose. This made Tish and Roy laugh. People find the oddest things to be hilarious.
One day they took a lot of stuff outside. Then they left. Tish told me they will always come back to me, so I didn’t worry too much until it got dark. I was alone for so long I curled up for a nap in the room Tish calls the man cave. I was dozing off when I heard the keys in the doorknob.
Running out to meet them, I found to my utter surprise, it was a different person! She said she was the cat sitter, and that she would stay with me for a few days. I had met her before, so I was okay with this arrangement.
The cat sitter’s name is Jacqueline. She settled in and made herself a snack. I was hungry, so I tried to eat her snack with her. It wasn’t too long before she realized my dish was empty, and I needed a scoop of food. Now she understands me, and we get along famously.
Tish gave me a new toy before they left. It was an owl plush toy with feathers. When I bite the owl, I hear a crinkly sound. I hope I am not hurting the owl. Although I must confess, some feathers are now missing.
Jacqueline also provided entertainment in the form of a paper bag, some empty boxes, and having legs. I taught her how I like to play tag. I chase people and tap them with my paws. Tag is a great way to make the people exercise when I am chasing them from one end of the home to the other. When I play tag, I make sure to use my paws, not my claws.
Jacqueline did something I never saw Tish do before. She filled this large object with water and submerged herself within the water. It was quite distressing, especially when the container started making a noise! I ran and hid from the noise. I was certain that Jacqueline was being eaten by the container. When the noise stopped, I carefully checked and found it had not eaten her. This was a relief, but she was still in the water. A kitten could drown in that much water, but Jacqueline somehow escaped it.
Everything is a toy to a kitten like me. Jacqueline dropped what she called K-cups, and I hid them on her for a while. I am not only an expert at playing hide and sneak, but I also like to hide my toys. I am gathering quite a collection behind the couch.
Jacqueline then cleaned my litter box, and it was even on the right day! I don’t know how she knew what day it was, but the second it was clean, I used it. There is nothing quite like relieving yourself in a fresh box of litter. I wait all week to enjoy the first time all over again.
Shortly after this, Jacqueline left the home. I was hoping Tish and Roy would return, but they didn’t. As I was a little sad waiting, Jacqueline came back again! She started to gather her things, and the next morning she left with her stuff.
Jacqueline came two more times. She worried about the heat and weather. I dislike thunderstorms. I was glad she came extra times to see me, and I even sat on her lap to make her stay longer.
Imagine my surprise when a different person came in the evening. Tish told me her name was Akehla, and she is a teenager who lives close. She didn’t stay the night, but she checked on my food and water for the rest of the time, twice a day. She thought it was silly when I sat on the paper on the table. Tish and Roy don’t want me on the table, but when they aren’t home, I do what I want to do. I must have won her over with my kitten charm because one night she stayed the whole night with me. What can I say? I am irresistible.
Finally, Tish and Roy came home. Tish says I am triple the size I was when they brought me home, and she remarked how long my tail has gotten. I am ever so glad it grew because it makes it easier for me to catch it when I spy it twitching out of the corner of my eye. It has a mind of its own; I tell you. It will just flick back and forth, teasing me, and then I have to catch it to clean it and sometimes I even bite it until it hurts.
The other day, Tish said that her arm is not a corncob. I don’t know what she meant by that, but I know she is not happy when I am in a mood to play-bite her. She isn’t moving her hands as much when I tackle them, so I sometimes bite up and down her arm, to get her to play better. She doesn’t get it. I give up when she isn’t interacting when I bite her. It gets boring. She will give me a toy to chew instead of her arm, but I keep trying. There is nothing I enjoy more than tackling a live target.
Well, that is my report for this time. I just saw that pesky tail flicking, and I have to go teach it a lesson. Add an extra splash of cream in your coffee for me, and don’t forget to clean your face when it is in your belly. Especially your whiskers, if you have any. It’s time to go chase my tail! Bye!