Kitty in the Kitchen - Fun with this week's A to Z Meme!

The kitchen is full of intriguing smells. When Mom roasts chicken, covered with spices and olive oil, the most scrumptious scents emanate from the oven. I pace on my toes while the bird cooks and I am always ready for any tiny scraps they might want to give me. Sometimes I dream of having a whole chicken to myself, but alas, I am relegated to the state of begging.

My other favorite kitchen smell is my wet food. When Mom opens that can, I am ready for that stinky pate, which makes my taste buds and tummy oh so happy! I don’t understand why she doesn’t feed me on demand like a nursing baby. I only get fed twice a day, but I would prefer at least four!

These are just some of the reasons the kitchen is my favorite room in the house, other than the sunshine spot in the bedroom where I like to nap during the summer. The kitchen is where I do most of my stalking. I stalk Mom when it’s suppertime or perch on my stool and yell at her.  Well, she calls it yelling. I have perfected a combination whine and meow that is most annoying, so that I’m apt to get my way sooner than if I just sit there and look cute.

I also stalk squirrels, chipmunks and birds in the kitchen . . . through the door to the patio, that is. If they get close enough, especially onto the step by that door, they’re in trouble. I move into attack stance, sitting back on my haunches and preparing my front paws for the ultimate pounce. If Mom would just open that sliding door and let me at them!

Sometimes I am content to just rest on my princess pillow, on Dad’s chair at the kitchen table, which may include watching the birds at the bird feeder. I love curling up lazily in the morning at that spot. So many things to sniff, do and eat in the kitchen. No wonder it’s my favorite place!

This Kitty in the Kitchen post is brought to you by the letter H, which Mom missed writing a post for a couple of weeks ago. H is for happy and happy is what I am in the kitchen!

What’s your favorite room in the house? Or your pet’s favorite room?

We a-purr-ciate your comments!

K -- 12/17

Wednesday Whimsy - Just Another Wednesday with Lilybits

Lily-bits, not large, but in charge

Just another Wednesday here . . . 

Mom started back to something she calls “work” yesterday. I knew something was up when she left her new scrubs over the back of the couch in the family room the night before. Out came her large tote and her work shoes went in a plastic bag. At least I got a taste of her ham when she made a sandwich for lunch. 

When she disappeared through the door in the hallway by the laundry room, dressed for work yesterday morning, I knew she wouldn’t reappear for a long time. The nerve! Lacking my daytime servant I am at a loss. Without opposable thumbs, I can’t open the treat bag, let alone the cupboard they’re in.

I meowed and whined, but Mom didn’t come back . . . until after my scheduled dinner time, which is 5 o’clock sharp. If I can push her I might get my wet food at 4:45—that’s if I’m really obnoxious! But last night, I wasn’t fed until after six. The horror!

Yes, I know she gave me an extra treat that morning and left me plenty of food, but I punished her by turning my nose up at the usual kibble. Besides, I must keep my girlish figure. I weigh in at a little less than six pounds. I think that’s a good number for a little cat, don’t you? They keep saying I look and act like a kitten.

Anyway, I didn’t cooperate very well, when Mom wanted to pick me up when she came home. “Give me the food first”, I said!  Wouldn’t even let her take her coat off. Today I stayed under the foyer table, over the heat vent for quite awhile. Now I am on Mom’s lap as I write this post. I may not always want her to know it, but I’m glad Mom is home today. Thinking about taking a nap now . . .