The Jazzy Chronicles: Changes
Hey there, Coffee House Readers! I come to you today to share some news. Tish wanted me to write this week to let you all know that we are moving on. She and I have felt most welcome here, at the Coffee House Writers website, and although we will miss seeing you here every two weeks, it is time for us to move on to other projects.
Don’t worry! All is well. In fact, you might see a recap of all the Jazzy Chronicles on Tish’s blog. She has been neglecting it while learning here as a Coffee House Writer, and she wanted to create more time for work, writing her blog, and writing her second book. Tish sure has lots of “stuffs to do,” and when she is busy, I have to make sure she takes breaks. I got a new toy to play with this week, so I guess all the “stuffs to do” is not so bad when it gets me new toys.
I want to be the first to tell you that a highly-skilled writer had her paws involved with introducing this new book Tish is writing. There may be other appearances of Jazzy The Cat in her upcoming work, so don’t despair. Even if we are leaving this platform, if you play with your mouse, click-click, then I know you will find us and keep up with our adventures!
There are lots of new things happening here. Tish was smart enough to realize that if she wants me to hide while the door is open, I take off at top speed when she rings the doorbell. I am not a fan of loud noises, and I am not used to this sound. When Tish or Roy come to get me after the danger has passed, I forgive them. The last time this happened, I heard a bunch of guys, not Roy, from my hiding place. They didn’t stay long. When Tish came to find me, I saw what all the commotion was about. There is a new thing in the living room, and it is big. Tish called it a treadmill. I do not know why it is here or what it does except take up floor space in my living room. It doesn’t smell dangerous, and it has not made a sound. I haven’t stepped on it, but I am making it mine by scent marking it. If it is here, I make it mine. Whatever it is. Unless it is noisy, then I hide from it until it is quiet again.
A big glass box has blocked my path to Tish’s desk. They are talking about moving the fish, so I guess it is for them. The fish can have it. I wish it wasn’t in my way, but I don’t get everything to go my way all the time. It is not for a lack of effort on my part. I express my discontent with things like this and when they go to bed right at playtime every night. My protests fall on deaf ears. It is a good thing they prove to be useful in other areas of my life, or I might have to look for new people to take care of me.
Roy pointed out the most crunchy bug to me this spring. He called it a June bug. I was so proud of my hunting skills I ran it out to Tish to show her what a good huntress I am. I was a little disappointed when Roy made the bug disappear. Then I heard Tish thanking him for that. She told him she didn’t want to wake up with the bug on her pillow beside her the next morning. Imagine. If I go through all that effort to present her with a bug I caught where she would see it first thing in the morning, then it sounds like she would not even appreciate my efforts. Huh. It’s a good thing that she brushes my fur and gives me treats. Or that attitude might offend me. Very un-cat-like. It makes me wonder how she would react when I brought her a gift right to her pillow. Maybe I will find out one day.
Roy and Tish spend a lot of time at home now, which is proper. I need them here in case I run out of food or water. Or if I lay in the sun long enough to get so warm, I need to snuggle in for a catnap on top of Tish. She says I make her take breaks when I do this. I do not understand why she calls catnaps breaks. They are catnaps and very necessary to live a happy life. These humans pretend to know everything, but sometimes it baffles me how much they don’t really know at all.
Things are good here. The humans do a decent job of taking care of me, and I have heard them talking about getting another cat. I don’t know why they want to ruin such a good thing. They are convinced that I need a new playmate, but I am not so sure I agree with them. Tish hasn’t stopped saying that she is going to bring home a dog, either. I have no use for dogs, so if it was up to me, another cat is the better choice, of course. I don’t want a smelly, slobbery dog here to ruin my home. I will keep being the adorable cat I am and hope that it is enough for them to just worry about me. I remember when I was a kitten, Tish called me a going concern. Maybe that means I am enough for them all by myself. Time will tell.
Whew! All of this writing in the sunlight has made me a little bit sleepy. I think I will go find Tish and snuggle in for a catnap. I hope you will follow our future adventures on the internet, and until then, don’t forget to add cream to your coffee. It makes it better, and even more so when there is some in a saucer for me. Thank you for reading and for your comments. We truly appreciate them and you!
Feature photo by Tish MacWebber via Canva.