There are many things about cats that people will never understand. One being the amazing ability I have to reproduce my dinner 10 minutes after eating it, in almost the exact form it had coming out of the can. My genius regarding placement on the carpet cannot be matched - until recently. I came upon a worthy opponent.
I don’t know the full details of how it happened since I was up on my safe spot - the armoire in mom and dad’s room. There were little children in the house which is always my queue to get as high as I can.
All I do know is that towards the end of the evening, the big carpet cleaning vacuum came out - the one normally reserved for things I have done. Curious, I finally made my way downstairs once the house was quiet.
The vacuum cleaner was still out - and the stain was still there. Nice and red. Wow. Turns out one of the little people spilled a glass of wine. A stain so powerful, the carpet cleaner could not get it out. I was impressed.
Over the next couple of days, they continued to try to get the stain out to no avail. Finally, mom came home with what seemed to be magic in a bottle. One spray of the stuff and that stain disappeared!
This got my wheels turning….first off - I could not let a 2 year old out stain me!!! Second, curiosity got the best of me. I wondered if I could produce a stain so powerful that the magic in the bottle could not get it out.
I waited a day after the red stain was gone. Vacuums nicely put away, carpets clean and back to normal. Then let it rip. I was able to pull off a stain like no other. The best part was placement - right next to where the red stain was. That little tidbit, I would like to say, did not go unnoticed by the other members of the household. The word “ironic” kept popping up - whatever that means.
Well, hats off to the cleaner. It seemed to get my stain out as well, although, I’m proud to say, I can still see a faint, faint outline. I’m sure you are dying to know what cleaner is so powerful it was able to get the stain out…..come on! I’m a cat. How am I supposed to know?
I’m Sophie. I’m a cat.
My family is really into blogging. I got a bit tired of them constantly on the computer so I thought, “Why not start my own blog and tell the world what it’s like to be a cat!”.
I was adopted into this family almost 8 years ago. I like to just forget what happened before I got here, but let’s just say, I was “altered” in August and adopted in September. When I arrived at my new home I was pretty scared. There was another cat, Pumpkin, who seemed to rule the roost. Rumor had it he had been around since their honeymoon. How lame is that? Bring a CAT home from your honeymoon????
Then there was this REALLY annoying dog named Rusty. He seemed a little coo coo if you ask me. I could easily beat the crap out of him. What kind of dog is scared of a cat?
When I first came home, thank god they changed my name. Who in their right mind would name a cat Tasha. I mean, look at me, do I look like a Tasha? Thankfully they changed my name to Sophie.
My new family, if we don’t count the other two “pets”, consisted of Shane, my “dad”, Jodi, my “mom” and Dylan, my….not sure. Was he my brother or another kitten? He was a kid and at the time he was 8 years old. What an annoying age.
So that was my start. I haven’t had it too bad. Over the years, I’ve managed to slowly get rid of the other animals in the house. First the old cat. Then the crazy dog. Not sure what really happened to them. They got old, were here one day, gone the next. It seems to be a good system so I’m working on getting rid of the kid next. He’s 14 and seems to be hanging in there longer than the others. My goal is to have him out no later than 4 more years. I do like his lap though so we’ll have to see how that goes…..
I know you might think that a blog by a cat would be a real sleeper. Stay tuned - you have no idea what we REALLY do…..