I’m a “scaredy-cat‟!! There, I admit it. I hate loud noises. At the first sign of a thunderstorm, I find the deepest, darkest corner I can find to hide. So on the last evening of our trip to Canada, when Ms. Mar talked about going hunting to shoot some wildlife, under the bed I went. Even the thought of a gun going off makes me shake in my gorgeous white boots. But when they started packing up their cameras, tripods and binoculars, I relaxed a bit. I could handle that as long as I’m not used as bait.
If you want to go hiking in the wilderness, don’t take a Sophisticated Cat . . . get a dog (I really didn’t mean that, Ms. Mar!!!) So when Ms. Mar, Mr. C, Mike and Diane decided to hike from Lake Louise to the Lake Agnes Tea House, I opted to stay behind and curl up on the bed. I miss my Cardigan blanket because SOMEONE FORGOT TO PACK IT! Instead, I’m napping on a basic comforter provided by room service. Ms. Mar’s sister, Lori, and her family had also arrived and were joining them on the hike, so they didn’t need me along.
Kitty cats don’t do a lot of unnecessary exercise. We may chase a mouse if one happens to cross our path. We may chase another kitty cat if it starts to eat our food or get in our way. But humans are different. They leave the house talking and laughing and full of fun and return sweaty and haggard. Why?
Peeps are funny. When cats get together, we hide and pounce on our friends and take turns chasing each other. Then we groom, eat, nap and clear our innerds of fur. The cycle is repeated again until someone finds something else to play with. Paper bags, boxes make great caves to explore and potted plants are things for only curious and the brave to eat. But the best fun is to jump on my brother’s back like the Discovery Channel showed us when a lion attacked a Wallaby. Sometimes I hide in the litter potty and wait for someone to come to use it and then “Boooo” them and watch them lose their self-control. Try it. It is sooooo funny!