return to top

Maisy Days

Turd Burgular, That's Me!

I don't know what it is about digging in the kitty litter and finding those mini "Nestle Crunch bars." Mom and dad think I'm DISGUSTING! How can that be when cat poop is just cat food (my fave!) that is covered in sprinkles?! I can't get enough when I'm left unsupervised. No one wants me to give them kisses unless they check my breath first. That makes me paranoid. It almost hurts my feelings, but the reward is all worth it. I might have an addiction problem...

Terrible Twos

Mom and Dad say I'm in my Terrible Two's... whatever that means! They seem to think I've forgotten all of my manners, tricks, and commands. They just don't know that I DO know everything, I just CHOOSE when I want to follow! Of course, when there are treats (like gummi bears, my fave!) involved, I will try my darnedest to 'stay' or 'rollover' or whatever it takes to get that soft & chewy treat. My best trick is 'off' - I do it so well, and I NEVER take my eyes off the prize. Lately, I've been a sucker for potato chips. Mom was laughing at me because I was drooling on her hand while I was watching her eat some crispity, crunchity, saltity tator chips... just like Cypress used to do for salt & vinnies! I'm glad they can find lil reminders of good ole Cypie in me, it makes me feel good to bring them happiness. :)

Sunshiney Maisy Days!

I love the spring time, warm weather, and sun! Definitely was tired of getting warm by laying on top of the heat vents on the floor... the metal grates got so hot, but I had to make the sacrifice for the, oh, so warm heat. I get to laze in the sun, usually from the deck, but sometimes from below in the backyard. I always take one of my squeaker stuffies out there to keep me company. Mom & Dad can peer down into the yard and usually see me racing around, doing laps with my stuffy in my mouth.

Simba also likes to spend time outdoors. He usually sits in the yard and munches on grass. When I go down to chill with him, he'll usually duck under the fence and sit on the outside of the fence, open to the real world, and pretends he doesn't know me! The nerve, and I thought we were buds. Oh well, at least I'm warm and cozy outside with the flowery air!