Sanderson's Diary, February 1998

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February 1

I've finally brought my pal Randy out of the closet for a photo. No, it's not what you might be thinking. Randy is my beanbag toy I told you about in December. (See Sanderson's Diary, December 1997.) I had to hide him under a pile of shoes in Mom's closet to make sure she didn't put him away with the rest of the Christmas decorations! Boy is it storming around here. Which can be good, because we have a fire in the fireplace, but it can be bad, because it gets dark really early. What with Mom upstairs on the computer, I have to turn my own lights on. The tricky part is remembering to turn them off again, 'cause I'm usually just passing through enroute to more fun and mischief in some other room. Gotta run. Almost time for the Simpsons. And I love to slap Bart on the head from the top of the television!

February 3

And the rains continue. Good thing I brushed up on my carpentry skills (see Sanderson's Diary, November 1997), because I'm about to start construction on the ark. I'd sure like to know what made that groundhog think he could see his shadow in this weather! It rains and it rains, so I play and I play, all day and all night. (Mom's getting a little testy.) But my tail is even fluffier than usual from the extra humidity, and I can't resist streaking through the house past the mirrors. And while I am on a "streak," I also have a chance to check out all the stationary objects I deem appropriate to come back and knock over. Like bottles of Snapple or spring water, and sports bottles of iced tea or diet cola. Mom's getting wise to me, though. She's starting to put the caps back on the containers. Oh well. Knocking them over is the fun part, especially when someone is watching!

February 11

Speaking of watching. Have I shared the fact that I can open doors? Well, I can. One of the interesting things about being an only cat is that you also get to spend lots of time being with Mom and watching what she does. I'm always trying to race her to the door into the garage, and she never wants me out there. So I thought, why not just open the door myself? That door isn't so easy, because the knob is round, but the one on the front door is one of those handle things. It's a snap! I just stand up full length, put a paw on each side of the handle, tug downward, and start walking backwards. Of course, it only works when the deadbolt is off, but I'm working on that. I sure scared the pants off the mailguy when I answered the door the other day!

February 27

Did I ever tell you about my nick name, "Tom McAnn?" I got it because I have a shoe fettish. No, I don't wear them, although I happen to think a cat in tennis shoes is a real crowd pleaser! My particular like for shoes comes from the allure they hold for sharpening my claws. You see, Mom keeps my nails trimmed, but she never files off the rough edges. So I have to do that part for myself, and I chose to do it on shoes! I prefer cross trainers, but will settle for ordinary tennies in a pinch. Anything beats using that cactus scratching post on my condo!

Check back now and then. I'll keep you posted on the latest developments! Hope to see you soon.

Sanderson