Hey everyone! It's ME! Cody! Shhhh....don't tell my Mom I am here. I FINALLY got to the computer, not sure where Mom is, she's probably somewhere tending to the incessant needs of good 'ol "Sheltie Boy".
A few weeks back my Mom wrote a blog about my not being upset when she leaves the house and not being overwhelmed with ecstasy upon her return. ("Celebrate Me Home" (Please!!) pub date May 21, 2010). Well I am hear to tell ya there are 3 sides to every story, "his side, her side and the TRUTH!" I am hear to tell ya the TRUTH!
Don't get me wrong. My Mom and Dad adore me, they give me toys, "noms" (don't know what a "nom" is? in "catspeak" a "nom" is a treat, got it?) food, kisses, playtime, hugs and cuddles but what I DIDN'T sign on for was a DOG. Things were wonderful my first 2 and a half months in my new home, then what do they do? They bring in a DOG. They call him my "brother", get a clue Mom and Dad he is a DOG, "separated at birth?" I think not.
"Sheltie Boy" is a major attention hog, I think he takes his show dog lineage just a tad too seriously, he thinks he is a "star", get a clue, this is no show ring, you are in MY domain "Sheltie Boy"! I can barely get a meow in edge-wise! It all starts in the wee hours of the morning after I prance and dance around his crate and get him going, the whining, spinning (what's up with THAT??) and barking for food begins, yep, they feed HIM first! Disgusting. Same thing happens at night, Dad comes home from work, "Sheltie Boy" starts his incessant barking and who gets fed first? HIM! Mom and Dad's favorite line is "Cody you're next"....who put "Sheltie Boy" at the top of the food chain? Geeze....I was here first!!
Mom and Dad think it is so cute that "Sheltie Boy" is hyperventilating, jumping like a Kangaroo on "Red Bull" and pitifully whining upon their return from ANYWHERE. Disgusting. Humiliating. Pitiful. They could have been in the bathroom and he will go through this ridiculous display of weakness upon their return. I am soooo far above that. I know they are home, am I happy? Yes! Am I gonna dance around them in an unrefined display of irritating exuberance? I think not. I am a cat, I repeat, a cat, cats are far more self-respecting than THAT.
So, now you have a little better understanding of what I have been going through ever since "Sheltie Boy" aka "Dakota" came to live in MY territory. I tolerate a lot. I am a kind, fun-loving and patient kinda guy. Ok I'll confess, I love Dakota, I love my Mom and Dad more than all the "noms" on this planet (well maybe not THAT much), I'm happy when you come home, but I will show you in MY way...I am a CAT, kindly remember that, you need embarrassing displays of affection? That is why you got a DOG. Rest assured I will always find ways to remind you of that fact.