Hello. If you do not know me, I am Totsi the Dog, resident canine of Casa Didgeridoo and all-around seer of most things good. It is my habit to write a monthly column offering my thoughts on things for this blog, however, this month Daddy presented me with a kitten and he takes up almost every single one of my waking moments.
At first, I thought I was just supposed to watch him. And I kept a good eye on him, following him everywhere he went, even observing while he slept. But then he started to think I am his mother, and since I take my jobs very seriously and had taken it upon myself to protect him, I allowed him to think this. I might not have ought to have done that as I am now having to wean him and he is not taking to that very well.
On the first day, he soiled my bed in two of the three ways in which he is capable. His litter box was only a couple of feet away, so no one understood why he did what he did. But he did, and he did it well, and thoroughly. And he did so again every day thereafter, until Mommy made the decision to not let him in the bedroom.
So he began to wet Daddy's chair. We all thought he was so cute when he climbed it since he is a little clumsy, but then he got down in it and sat in that particular way he does that means a puddle, and Mommy and Daddy shouted, and Daddy said some very dirty things while Mommy ran to get a bottle of vinegar and start some laundry. He did it two times in one day, and has done it almost every day since then.
He has also decided to start to biting me, which I do not like. Sometimes, when I have given him his bath and am expecting and hoping for him to be ready to take a nap, he jumps up and bites me. Other times, he will pop me right across the face. I have tried to set an example by going ahead and taking a nap without him, but he climbs me and bites my ears. Mommy stops him, but Daddy just sits and laughs.
A couple of days ago I made the decision to hide in the bedroom a fair amount so I could get some rest. When I go out, I play with my kitten and give him his bath, and he eats dinner at my dish with me before we play a little more. In the evening, when we all have den time, he and I curl up on one end of the couch and I try to get him to settle down for the night, but when I leave the room with Mommy at the end of the evening, he goes wild. My poor daddy is going to have scars. Last night when Mommy and I got ready to turn in, he attacked Daddy so that Mommy had to help Daddy get loose. Seeing Daddy positioning himself in so many interesting ways was surely funny, but he sounded like he was in a good bit of pain.
All of these minor, and I hope temporary, annoyances aside, he is a very cute kitten and so much fun to play with. It is my hope that he grows up to be well-behaved, and I will do my best to help Mommy provide him with the guidance he so obviously needs. I will admit that I do wish Daddy would take up some of the parenting duties, but I realize he is busy with his disco dancing aspirations.
I do hope I will be able to write a proper column next month, since there are many things I feel I would like to give my thoughts on, but I will need to get some rest before I can offer anything of any real quality.
Enjoy your day, and dance some.
Totsi Tatertot Didgeridoo
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