Hi, Mom – A New Rotten Cat Game
A post about something that makes me laugh, you say? Easy.
It’s time for a Rotten Cats Roundup!
Anyone who hangs around this blog knows that my Three Rotten Cats drive me insane. They do lots of things that get them into trouble like puking on the carpet, eating the leaves off my already pathetic plants, and banging their water dishes together to demand service.
But they are also a never-ending source of entertainment for all of us. Their new favorite game is something we’ve dubbed Hi, Mom. To play Hi, Mom the Rotten Cats find a place to be that will inevitably startle the daylights out of me, the Mom. Take a look at some of the places they’ve popped up lately…
OK, cats on stairs are not funny. But all three Rotten Cats blocking the stairs any time I want to use them? Mildly amusing. The best part of this little game was what happened next…
I thought the two at the top of the stairs on the landing were pretty cute hanging out together, so I grabbed a photo.
Aren’t they sweet? Cute brothers hanging out before bedtime. I think these two are Cat Three and Cat One. It seems that Cat Two didn’t like being left out of the photo…
So he decided to get in on the action. “Hi, Mom. Take my picture, too!” That would have worked so much better if he had been looking at the camera instead of showing me his tuchus. (I spared you that view. You’re welcome.)
Here we have another view of cat tuchus. I walked in the bedroom one afternoon and found two Rotten Cats intently watching something outside. They acknowledged me with a brief look and a “Hi, Mom” and then returned to their staring. Not sure who these two are – honestly, I have no idea. They all the look the damn same. It’s the black one and the black one. The one on the right might be Cat One, though…his exceptionally large rear end is usually a good hint.
“Hi, Mom. Just keeping your seat warm for you.” Here we have Cat Three sitting in my chair at the kitchen table. Invariably, this Rotten Cat steals my seat if I get up from the table for even ten seconds. I am not exaggerating here…Fab Hub and Zilla think it’s hysterical that he swipes my spot so quickly. I disagree.
“Hi, Mom. What are you doing on the floor?” This has to be Cat One. Not because of his tell-tale tuchus, but because he is the only Rotten Cat who hangs out on this corner of our bed. All. The. Time. On this particular evening, I was sitting on the floor to organize some lower dresser drawers. I looked up and there was the Rotten Cat, inches from my face. It’s disturbing, really, to suddenly find one that close to your head.
“Oh, Hi, Mom. I love the new planetarium!” This one’s a little dark, but how cute is that little cat head? (He kinda looks like a chocolate Easter bunny.) One night as I finished tucking Zilla into bed and turning on her night light, I turned around to find Cat Three sitting just inside the doorway, staring up at the ceiling. Zilla’s night light produces a ceiling full of pastel-colored stars and moons and Cat Three was positively transfixed. We’ve used that night light for months…somehow Cat Three just figured out what it does.
Cat Three also made a grand surprise “Hi, Mom” in my closet last week. I had the door to the walk-in open while I put away laundry. (Yes, Mom, you read that correctly.) While I was folding and stacking things on the bed, I heard rustling in the closet. I was unconcerned – Cat One goes in there and roots around in the back all the time. When I walked into the closet to put a pile of shirts into one of the little cubby shelves, I found myself looking into the eyes of a Rotten Cat! I nearly passed out – it isn’t often that you encounter a Rotten Cat face-to-face at standing height! Turns out the rustling sound was Cat Three climbing up the front of the shelves and getting comfortable on a pile of shirts. It was a fantastic round of “Hi, Mom” but alas, one without photo evidence.
“Hi, Mom. Can we go to bed now?” This is Cat Three once again. He’s not helping me write so much as he’s nagging me. Cat Three likes to go to bed at the same time every night. And he insists that I go with him. If I am not in bed by 11:15, he meowls at me until I comply. If I ignore his nagging too long, he hops up on my desk and prances around in front of the screen, on the keyboard, or plants himself on the half-wall behind my desk and hollers at me.
And yes, in case you were wondering, I do kind of keep a camera handy so I can readily snap a photo of whatever Rotten Cat happens to do something photo-worthy. After missing two or three awesome Rotten Cat moments recently – like the game of American Gladiators Joust on the half wall in the two-story foyer. It went pretty much like this, only with paws instead of pugil sticks…
That’s all for this time. Stop in again for more Rotten Cat fun. Or catch up on their annoying little games by clicking on Rotten Cats in the tag cloud.
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Our old cat, Harryboy, used to hang out in the closet on high shelves. Always scared the crap out of me.
I really hate when they do that.
I don’t have cats but an old blind dog and an obnoxious 2 year old dog. Old blind one is pure white and I’m constantly tripping over her in the kitchen. We have light tile floors and she has proven to be a great hurdle or foot rest depending on where I am.
A dog that doubles as a foot rest? Awesome. Cats do not seem to enjoy being used as a footrest…I’ve tried.
Cats are funny because they always are playing it so cool no matter what silly thing they’re doing. And I guess I just described my own approach to life.
Ha – they do exactly that. They pretend they are very cool. I love when Cat Three runs up the stairs and bangs his head into the baby gate because he forgets to duck. He always looks at it like he had no idea it was there and then struts away as though he just told it who’s boss. (Clearly, the gate.)
I have often accidentally locked a cat in my closet after just opening it to grab something really quickly. They jump in there so fast, the curious little rascals. I know when I hear one of them howling, that they are trapped and need help to escape. Sometimes I wait a few minutes before I rescue them, hoping it will teach them a lesson. I love cats. Such entertainment.
That is exactly what ours do – they use stealth cat mode to get themselves trapped somewhere and then howl until one of us rescues them. It’s a game – Where is the Trapped Cat Sound Coming From?
Now you just need a Rotten Cat “Hi, Mom” scoreboard 🙂 That way you can track who is in the lead.
Now that’s a good idea! Three to one in their favor is really just not fair, though.
Cat pictures are what the internet was made for! Thank you for contributing to the joy of my day.
Did your plants survive their chewing exploits? Do your cats herd you into bed each night? Do you have a furry alarm each morning? Inquiring minds want to know!
Happy to serve in the funny cat pictures department!
The plants have survived…well, not all. The sunflower shoots are on the porch, safely out of cat teeth range. One of the Gerberas made it’ the other died. The mint is making a nice recovery. The basil plant is history…but that’s the Fab Hub’s fault, really, not the cats’. 🙂
I am indeed herded to bed by one of the cats. The cat alarm consists of loud meowing if we don’t get up at weekday time…don’t cats know what Saturday means??? On a weekday, they pretty much walk on me to get me out of bed. Very nice.
I think our cat is the long lost brother of your cats. He hides behind doors, in the children’s toy chest, their doll-pram (that was actually hi-la-ri-ous) and he is black as night too!
They must be family! The doll-pram one sounds awesome – I can only guess how that played out. 🙂
I have two blue cats, which my husband can’t tell apart, although the fact that one of them weighs ten pounds more than the other should be a clue. One of them (the smaller one, although at 15 lbs., he’s hardly small) is a lurker and a hider. Sit down to the go to the bathroom, only to notice eyes peering at your from inside the bathroom cabinet. Throw back the covers of the (okay, unmade) bed, and there he is. I think he revels in startling us.
Blue cats??? Really??? I must see these. Do you have photos on your blog?
The hiding and scaring thing…has to be a cat thing. They probably crack up laughing when we turn our backs. 🙂
I had to look, but I do have a picture of both of them together in a November ’12 post called My Life In Numbers. They were bluer when they were little. I have a weakness for blue kitties.
Ah, I just looked – very nice looking kitties.
About a month ago I brought home Bunny #3. The other two are in an outdoor hutch and only come in for playdates or if it gets too hot or too cold. This Bunny has run of the mudroom and has done amazingly well at being litter trained. In one month I have been amazed at the amount of litter we go through. I can not imagine what it is like for you with the Rotten Cats!
Bunny playdates – so cute! We probably go through a really good-sized tub of litter every couple of weeks. Worst part is the stuff that inevitably gets kicked out of the boxes – doesn’t matter what kind of box!
It’s been years since I’ve had a cat – and we all miss her. She was a dear part of our family for years. Your cat brothers here made me smile.
Glad to hear that, Barbara! They make us smile a lot. 🙂
Those cats are so cute. I never thought I would be a cat person until I actually had one. Now I don’t know if I could go back to dogs again.
My cat and I have a fun game we play. She’ll be lying somewhere and I’ll sneak up on her. I try to get up to her without her noticing. It’s getting tough. She’s more attentive and perks up at the slightest noise. Then she has a smug satisfied look on her face when she catches me.
Your cat is way better at that game than ours would be – if any of them gets startled, they levitate and end up with puffy tail.
I was a lifelong cat hater until we got ours – Hub always had them growing up. I always loved dogs, really. But now? Well, there’s something to be said for a pet that will poo in a box and not demand to be taken out for a walk at 4AM in the snow. 🙂