Sasha's Adventures Part Two

 

 

Part Two

  A Day in the Life of a Kitten

                                                                                                           

     Beep. Beep. Beep. The little box beside mommy Tara's bed was beeping. Tara stretched a pushed a button so the sound would stop. I uncurled myself from my sleeping position beside Tara and stretched.

  I follow Tara to the next room where she turns a knob and water comes out. Next, she puts something onto a stick with bristles and pushes the stick back and forth in her mouth. I sit on the edge of the sink and watch her.

  I follow Tara downstairs into the kitchen. This is my favorite part of the morning. Tara pulls a can out of the cupboard. I get so excited I can't stand still. I prance back and forth meowing.

" All right Sasha. I' m getting it.  I know you're hungry." says Tara.

She pops the lid off of the can and gets a spoon. I can smell the wonderful aroma! It smells like turkey and gravy today. Well, speed it up lady. Can't you see that I am starving here? "Meow, meow." I better lead Tara into the laundry room in case she forgets that my food dish is in there.        

"Okay.Okay. I am coming", says Tara. Tara spoons the food into my dish. I begin gobbling up the food as fast she spoons it in my dish. Keep it coming. Keep it coming. I finish the last delicious morsel.

  My belly is full and I'm feelin' good. Now it is time to find Tara. There she is in the big chair drinking her coffee. I jump up on her lap and rub against her purring.

 "There is mommy's little motor boat." says Tara "Do you have a full tummy?" I rub up against her as she pets me. I love mornings!

   After a couple of minutes, we head back upstairs. Tara turns on another faucet and fills up a big drinking bowl. I sit on the edge of the drinking bowl and Tara gets into the water. I dip my paw into  the water and lick it off.. When the water gets high enough, I lean over a drink it. A couple of minutes later, Tara gets out of the bowl and pulls out a round thing with a chain on it. This is the part I can't figure out. All of the water disappears. It happens every morning. As soon as the water is gone. I jump into the big bowl and try to figure out where it went. My paw explores the hole where the water went. I just don't get it.  This is my typical morning. Usually Tara and my human sisters leave for the day, but today is one of the days that they don't rush off. I like days like this. Everyone is home and giving me attention.  Brad is even home. I really like him. He plays with me a lot. There he is now. I think I'll sneak up on him from behind his chair. First, I crouch low and slowly creep toward him. I am zeroing in on his hand, slowly, slowly, and POUNCE. I attack his hand with my claws.

"Oh, you wanna fight?" says Brad. "How do you like the vulcan grip?" He puts his hand over my head and squeezes. I fight back swinging with my paws. I wriggle out of his grip and nip at him.

 Tara yells, "That's the reasons she bites us sometimes. Use her toys, not your hand, Brad."

Brad continues to use his hands and we battle. "She doesn't understand what is fun, does she Sasha?"  Brad says. After a few minutes of playing, I settle onto Brad's lap. He is big and I feel secure when I am laying with him. I doze off.

  I awake to hear the laundry room door close. I jump off of Brad's lap to investigate. Tara and the girls are coming in the door from the garage. I wonder what is beyond the garage. I have tried to sneak out  without success. I 've made it as far as the garage, but someone always pushes a button and the big wall of the garage comes down from the ceiling and traps me in.

  Tara is busy in the laundry room. I sit and watch her for awhile. She takes wet clothes out of a big white noisy thing that has a door. She leaves the room. I notice that the door on the white thing is open, so I get a little closer to check it out. It's not so scary when it is not making noise. I climb up to the opening and peak my head inside. It feels warm in here. What a good place to take a nap. I crawl inside. Just then Tara begins throwing cold wet clothes in at me. Ouch. Watch it. She slams the door shut and the noise begins. The inside of the white thing is moving. It is throwing me everywhere. BUMP. BANG. OUCH! Then the inside begins to get hot, very hot. YEEEEOWL! I screech. The door swings open and the nightmare stops. I hear Tara yelling, "Brad, I think I've killed the cat. Go check her. I cant' look."

 Brad looks in at me and smiles. He pulls me out, holds me up, and looks my body over. "She is fine." He yells to Tara who is in another room..

"Oh thank Goodness!" Tara comes running and snatches me out of Brad's hands. "Don't ever do that again." 

 The rest of the day my humans said I was fluffy and soft. They also said that I smelled like a drier sheet. 

That evening my human sister, Britany, puts a blue collar around me with a bell on it. "There, now we'll be able to hear you coming. Maybe that will keep you out of trouble."

  I don't see the what the big deal is. I am safe and sound here in my big bed. Life is good!