It’s Zaturday, the day we (Ziggy and Zorro) take over Mommy’s blog.
Ziggy here. Mommy and Daddy say that we’re spoiled kitties. Well, usually it’s Daddy that says that, and Mommy answers, “As it should be.”
Maybe we are just a little bit spoiled. When Mommy is ready to make the bed in the morning, if Zorro and I are sleeping and look really comfortable, she will leave the bed unmade until we get up rather than disturb us.
Mommy isn’t the only one who doesn’t want to disturb her kitties when we’re sleeping. This week, Mommy heard a story about someone named Mohammad who loved cats. His cat, Muezza, was sleeping on his robe when the call to prayers sounded. Instead of disturbing Muezza’s nap. Mohammad cut the sleeve off of his robe.
There are times, though, that Mommy does disturb me. She has one chair that she always sits in at the table. That’s where her computer is. Even though all the other chairs are empty, that’s the one I always get in if Mommy isn’t sitting in it. But I do it on purpose, because when Mommy comes back to the table, she always picks me up and puts me in her lap. Then she holds me like a baby and pets my tummy. It feels soooo good.
Another person who spoiled his cats was Sir Winston Churchill. Mommy read that at dinners, he would sneak pieces of salmon to his cat Nelson. His cat Jock ate dinner with him, and Mr. Cat even had his own place at the dinner table. Mommy and Daddy haven’t given us a place at their table, but Zorro and I are okay with that. They make us really yummy kitty food. We’re happy to eat it wherever they want to put it!
