It’s Zaturday, the day we (Ziggy and Zorro) take over Mommy’s blog!
Ziggy here. Zorro and I are chilling on our perches.
Like all kitties, we enjoy being up high. Mommy always says we’re good kitties when we’re hanging out in our kitty condo. But there are some places that Mommy says we’re not supposed to be. Like on the table or the kitchen counter.
When we get up there, Mommy fusses at us and tells us to get down. I get hollered at more than Zorro does, because I’m more of a rebel than he is. Like the other day. Daddy made himself a hamburger patty and left it sitting on a plate and walked away for a few minutes. It was on the counter, and I know I’m not allowed to get up there, but I could smell it! And although what Daddy fed me was good, it was out of a can instead of fresh, organic hamburger. What Daddy had up on the counter smelled so good, I couldn’t resist. But Daddy wasn’t happy when he saw all the bites I took out of the top of his hamburger.
Zorro has never gotten into Mommy and Daddy’s food. I think he tries too hard to be good, Sometimes, though, I’m able to con him into getting into trouble with me. It’s always more fun that way.
Oh, yeah, back to kitty perches. Zorro has a new favorite place. He has started getting up on top of a piece of furniture Mommy calls a curio cabinet. I haven’t gotten up there yet. It’s a little bit too high.
Our Aunt Kim has a cat that likes to get up high, too. (Aunt Kim is Mommy’s sister, so I guess that makes Kassie our cousin.) She jumps from the counter to the top of the refrigerator to the top of the cabinets and walks through all the breakable things Aunt Kim has up there. But Aunt Kim says she has never knocked anything down. I think she’s pretty talented.
Kassie and Zorro aren’t the only kitties who like to get up really high. Mommy told us about a cat who belonged to a cook at the Hotel Belvedere somewhere far away from where Zorro and I live. One day, some people were climbing the Matterhorn, a tall mountain, and the cat followed them. When the climbers were finished, they brought the cat back down with them, then gave it a good supper.
I could go for the good supper, because I’m always ready to eat, but I don’t think I would want to climb a mountain to get it. Instead, I think I’ll just chill on my kitty perches and wait for Mommy and Daddy to put food in our bowls. And maybe steal a few bites of hamburger or fish when Mommy and Daddy aren’t looking!