You can't own a cat. The best you can do is be partners. - Sir Harry Swanson
Just a regular weekend here, the usual happened; mum did the laundry, cleaned, went out to eat twice with different furiends, but brought fish home to share!; shopped
On Saturday she was at the back door and was just about to go outside and I appeared wanting to go outside too. So mum scooped me up and out we went, mum would not let me walk around on my own, said it was too mushy in the grass. But as we enjoyed some of the afternoon sunshine and being just under the patio roof, the hawk swooped by! He landed on the back fence at most 30 feet from us! He didn't stay long and flew off where we could not see him.
But mum hugged me tight and said that is why I am not allowed to wander around by myself outside. Mr Hawk my think I am a good target to have for lunch! Mum left me sniff the dirt in the empty planters, soon we will have flowers again.
Mum moved my one bed to back by the big windows that go to the floor. In the late afternoon the sun comes in and gives me a nice spot to nap.
Plus mum read her book for a bit, I was trying to distract her so I could get some treats. I was successful, plus she finished reading this book too.
Sunday after she went shopping and was putting all of the stuffs away I was checking things out. Well I managed to get to get my head through the handles of the bag, mum realized this and reached out to get it off me, but I jumped down off the counter before she could reach me. What was in the bag was not heavy but it sort of scared me. I didn't realize that I had my head through the handle, and when I jumped I didn't expect the bag to come with me. But mum came right over and ripped the handle from around me and I took off. She managed to get to me before I really freaked out. Mum warns me when I get too close to the bags but I always gotta check them out. Guess I live dangerously.