Tuesday, September 02, 2008

When Cats Come to Call, Part II

I know you've been eagerly awaiting the second installment of When Cats Come to Call, the feline soap opera that first debuted on this blog in June.

While not as action-packed as Part I, I think you'll agree the nuanced actions of everyday life can be felt here. That, or I just wanted to post pics of my kitties. Whichever.

Momerath: fluffy calico, female, a diva, belongs to us
Orion: long-haired yellow tabby, a scaredy-cat, belongs to us
Sonny: short-haired yellow tabby, the Urkel of the neighborhood, belongs to the neighbors

Scene 1: I get home from work and Momerath, predictably, wants to be let out.

Who could resist that face?
She heads for the door.

And proceeds to scratch at the aluminum doorjamb, as if this time, she will somehow claw her way out.

Orion comes over to investigate.

Both Momerath and Orion are annoyed to find an unwelcome visitor eating grass in the front yard. Never contented to stay at his own house, Sonny has traveled across the street, literally in search of greener pastures.

He eventually leaves, and Momerath and Orion believe he is gone for good. Little do they know: he has other plans.

Scene 2: The next day, Orion is lounging on the couch, sleepy and comfortable. And shedding all over the blanket.

That is, until suddenly his peace is shattered by an unwelcome visitor at the door!

Sonny demands to be let inside! His demands will go unanswered, however. Momerath watches smugly from just inside the door, taunting him with her nonchalance.

Orion finds confrontation repugnant. So he goes and does what comforts him the most.

The End.


Chad Aaron Sayban said...

It sounds like the feline version of McBeth in the making. Well done.

Rickelle said...

Remember the Broun and the Restless?

Casey said...

That's hilarious. I think I'm going to do a post on Cherokee and his bazillion stuffed animal toys.