Boy, when my Mom finds out I got on the computer AND put on makeup AND had a glass of milk on the rug.....she is going to be soooo mad.
For those who don't know me already, my name is Daisy and I rule the roost around here. My Mom calls my sister and I her studio assistants, I find that laughable. I walk on, under and through anything I want. I sleep on or under or wherever I want. I love the taste of house plants and chewing those leaves are heaven to me..problem is they don't buy them anymore I keep eating them. I have a fetish for all sorts of bits and bobs in my Mom's studio and whenever I get the chance I make sure it goes right in my water bowl after I've batted it around a while. I especially like bits of ribbon, thread and crumpled up paper. I like to jump up on the kitchen table or the table in her studio.....even though my Mom yells "get down" I just wait until her back is turned and jump up again. I sleep on their bed a lot, I love sleeping on my back so my "bits" are exposed....it's so freeing and after all I AM the Queen and I can lay however I like. Besides I am very flexible.
I am kind of like a Gumby cat when I see the positions I can get in. It feels good to twist and stretch, oh but maybe I'm NOT Gumby...maybe I'm a Zen cat who likes yoga. yes, that's it! OOOHHHHMMMM!
I leave a LOT of hair around the house and if my Mom is wearing a black top or black pants I usually take that opportunity to jump in her lap. I NEVER come when called, after all who summons a Queen? I do everything on my own terms and when I feel like it. My favorite thing to do is to get just close enough to my Mom or Dad and just when they go to pet me......I run. That never ceases to amuse me. My Mom can be quick though and sometimes succeeds in grabbing me and I get so annoyed......she hugs and kisses me until I whine and squirm and finally get free. Geesh, that's way too much attention UNLESS I WANT it.
I may appear big but don't let all that fur fool you, I am a whisp of thing when you pick me up and that's because my hog of a sister eats everything when I'm not looking. She's like a football. She's a Daddy's girl too....but I am not talking about her right now. She can post her own thing.
I love to lay on my throne in front of the window and watch the birds, it's VERY hard for a Queen when there is glass between me and them. I've never been outside but sometimes I get curious when a certain door opens they shoo me away from. I don't know if I want to go out there or not because you see although I am the Queen I'm a bit of scardy cat. I get startled rather easily but don't tell anyone, I don't want to ruin my reputation as being aloof and tough.
Last night I was up on my Mom's computer keyboard and my Dad caught me, they think I was ordering catnip and toys online but I was just trying to figure out my Mom's Typepad password. HA!...... and I did. Of course I got yelled at and ran away, I like to make them think they are in charge when all the while I KNOW exactly who rules around here. My sister Lucy doesn't even try to rule but if I get in her face she'll come after me. I prefer NOT to fight but I will defend myself when necessary sometimes with a simple bop on top of her head or go in head first. She chases me sometimes too but we wrestle a bit and then we both give up and go our separate ways. I mean, she's ok but I was here FIRST! But again, enough about her.
You're probably wondering where my Mom is while my paws are typing this. well she's washing her hair so by the time she's done I will have already published this. I never said I wasn't sneaky.
One thing I can't stand are closed doors. If my Mom or Dad don't close the bathroom door so it latches I will simply push and push until it opens. I don't care what they each do in there but I MUST be allowed in. I can even open the cupboard door in the bathroom so I can jump on a shelf but as you can imagine, I get in trouble. If any door is closed I will bat on it, scratch on it and whine like you can't believe............really, how dare they keep a Queen from getting anywhere in this house........MY house.
See this, they closed the hall door and as you can see I was NOT happy about it. That's my sister Lucy on the right, she didn't say ONE word. she's such a wimp. Oops, I better be careful because she is going to do her own story on Friday. Um, nice Lucy, nice girl.*cough*
OH NO, I hear my Mom........if she catches me there is going to be some yelling I just know it. I need to practice my facial expressions when she says "DAISY!!! what are you doing? Who put that crown on you? Is that MAKEUP around your eyes? What's been going on around here while I was washing my hair?"
"Uh duh, what do you mean? I have no idea........I'm just a cat"
Uh oh, gotta go, she's on to me and I think Lucy is about to squeal!
Bye from Daisy.