Kiki here with you today.
Female human Amy decided that since Flo was allowed to compose a blog post, then I should be given a chance to do the same.
I’m pretty shy and not entirely sure what to talk about. Flo talked about thumbs.
I have thumbs. Of a sort. I’m a polydactyl, so I have an extra “toe” on each paw. I could type and open doors and such if I wanted to…but I’m pretty content to act like a regular cat.
Sometimes life as a regular cat becomes a tidbit overwhelming. When it does, I retreat inside a chair. One day when hiding under it I discovered a little tear and was able to maneuver myself right into the chair itself.
This is me on top of the chair with my friends, the Bears.
I consider myself to be head of security in our house, a role which I take very seriously. I am always alert to strange noises. And I spend a good portion of my day keeping a watch on the neighborhood.
The rest of my day is spent keeping the books and budget aligned. These humans. They stress me out with all this talk of a new house and the countless expenditures that are “required”. I do not want to move. My fondness for sitting on luggage is NOT to be confused with a fondness for uprooting my environment and disrupting my life.
I did NOT authorize the purchase of a new house. Which has something called “stairs”. I have never encountered this thing called stairs, but I know the humans are worried that I’ll be timid and apprehensive with said stairs. They said that I may lose a little of my sweet, cuddly belly through encounters with stairs.
At my last vet appointment, the vet (horrid human who sticks a thermometer in a place that I prefer to keep private) weighed me and made a “face” and asked if I was getting a little heavy. Amy, the female human, immediately addressed her, and with a defensive tone said, “Kiki is a Maine Coon and they are often as heavy as 25 pounds and so in comparison she’s really quite light.” She then spent the entire drive home telling me that I was just the right size for a Kiki-cat, that I’m lovely just the way I am, and that the vet was just envious of all my fluffy hair and cuteness.
They (the humans) did switch me to light food though. And I do a bit of cardio.
One of my most favorite things is belly time. The humans simply can’t resist my cuteness and give me a nice belly rub when I sprawl out like this:
I also really, really like poultry. And milk. ESPECIALLY Frosted Mini-Wheat flavored milk. Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to have human food. They hold it tantalizingly out of reach when I beg for a taste.
How rude. Maybe I should put these thumbs to good use and learn to open the refrigerator….