Sanderson's Diary, September 2006

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September 1

Okay, the Labor Day weekend is approaching.  Not sure what the big deal is, except that it is a time that Mom and I rejoice that we are not among those laboring. And, of course, I also rejoice that I have never had to work.  I tried to find a career that suited me, as you know from previous months’ entries, but none of them seemed to stick. I still think I could have been a good cat operator, if only Mom would have let me outside long enough to jump into one!

September  8

Mom went out partying tonight. It wasn’t fair.  She left me in the dark.  Sure, the carriage lights came on out front and shined in through the windows, and I could swear that I could see some of them doing laps around our neighbor’s house (that one brings a few questions to mind . . . ), but I have a long memory and it was too much like the time Mom first brought me up here to Northern California after she bought this house. The furniture and stuff wasn’t going to be delivered for another couple of weeks, and she went out to pick me up a few cat supplies. Unbeknownst to me, she stopped off to buy a big screen TV and a washer and dryer, but it gets awfully dark awfully fast up here in the hinterlands.

So there I was in this totally empty house without even the porch lights to keep me company then, and after having spent five hours in a car.  (Before you call the ASPCA, I had food, water, and my potty, but that’s beside the point . . . )  Inventive cat that I am, I decided that the best course of action would be to hide, but from a position of strength. So I pulled out the bottom drawer in the master bathroom sink console, climbed in and over, tucked myself behind it, and pulled the drawer as closed as I could get it. Perfect position to defend from. (Okay, all you English grammar groupies, I do know that a preposition is a bad word to end a sentence with, but you’ve got to admit that there are times where it works).

So where was, I? Well, anyway, Mom always comes home, though not always as soon as I’d like.  But the rewards are good.  I get brushed and get treats, even if I do get woken up for them. (Don’t tell Mom that this time I was awake and waiting where I had a good view of the door.  I like to work on the guilt thing when I can.) Anyway, life is good 99.994 percent the time.

September 27

Oops.  I haven’t been too good a correspondent this month. What can I say?  The weather is changing, and while I think it is perfect for sleeping, I wish it didn’t make me cough as well.  I could have understood it if I coughed when the smoke was so heavy after the last wildfires, but it has actually been clearer lately with the cooler weather. At least Mom’s complaining of headaches too, so I guess I’m not the only one who thinks the onset of autumn is a bit sucky.

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

Sanderson