This was my first winter. I discovered snow! Dad took me outside and put me in it. I didn’t like that. It looks nice, all white and fluffy, but it’s too cold and wet. It has been a confusing winter here in Warsaw, Ohio. I noticed that sometimes it snows and is cold, other times it rains and is warmer. Fortunately, we have a nice heater in our living room. I sit under it on the couch when it is cold. I also like to look out the window on my seat and watch the birds eating at our bird feeders. Mom got a bird feeder for Christmas. All kinds of bird come to the feeder: cardinals, blue jays, sparrows, doves, and other small birds, woodpeckers, and lately starlings. It is exciting to see all of this birds coming and going to our hanging bird feeder, hanging planter and porch feeders. The redheaded woodpecker is so large he has to do acrobatics, hanging on the edge of the feeder in order to eat. As many as 7 or 8 little birds can hover on the four feeder sides. Sometimes they just perch there to get out of the rain or snow. The bushes, pine trees and other trees near the porch offer shelter to the birds.
On warm sunny days Mom takes me out on the porch swing. The birds scatter when they see us, but we can hear their songs. There is this big screen in the living room and sometimes we watch birds, tigers, whales and other wildlife on it in color. I go up to the screen sometimes and try to touch the birds and the animals, but mom pulls me back. Sometimes when mom pushes buttons on this rectangular black box the screen changes from color to black and white. That’s when Dad and I go upstairs to Dad’s room with a big chair and a smaller screen. He likes to watch shows where people bounce balls and throw them around. Occasionally I go down to see what Mom is doing. She plays with thread, yarn, fabric, and papers which I try to take from her. I love to push pens, pins, spools of thread, plastic forks and spoons and mom’s glasses around the floor. I lose my cat toys, bottle caps, and other small objects under the bookcase and shelves holding the big screen. I think there is a cat hiding behind the furniture that takes them and plays with them. Sometimes Mom takes a wooden ruler and pokes it under the bookcase and TV shelves to fight with the other cat for my toys. The problem is, they seem to end up there again and again. Sometimes they fall into mom’s shoes or slippers. Someday, I know I will be able to reach under the TV table and push all of those great toys out. I keep trying.
You may notice that I have a photo with my typewriter. One of my hobbies is pushing the keys on this typewriter. I have tried to take it apart with my mitten paws and my teeth, but so far I haven’t had any success. Like many items in the house, it is a mystery.
I know that I am lucky to live in this house with mom and dad when I see another tabby cat walking across our porch on a regular basis. Sometimes I make a trilling sound when I see that cat. It is my way of laughing at him. He should realize that this is my house and he is not coming in while I am in charge. I have to try to get some of the toys from under the TV table now, so this is the end of my report. Until next time, “meow”.