
The lovely
Fin challenged us (and everyone else) to a bit of a game. We're going to tell some of our humans embarrassing moments. Fin suggested that we not be ashamed. Hopefully this will be therapeutic and we can move on from here...
We're sure we had a video of The Ball Guy singing loudly to me (Delilah) when he thought the video camera was off but unfortunately, Mommy thinks this is on the old computer from which we still have not retrieved all of our pictures and videos. Hopefully we can find it for the future.
Let the tattling begin!
-When Samson was a kitten and he escaped on to the balcony, Mommy panicked and burst through the screen door! I'm not exaggerating when I say burst- she literally threw herself at the screen. The door fell along with her, nearly crushing the confused and terrified Samson. The Ball Guy couldn't look her in the eyes for weeks (He was embarrassed too!).
-When Samson had his recent bout with urinary tract problems, and the vet told her to leave him there for the day, Samson told me that Mommy started crying and grabbed him by the head, kissing him and calling him her 'Special Little Monks'. Poor Samson was so embarrassed that he didn't mind being left there after that. I don't know if I can ever face Dr. Gilmore again.
-One of her nicknames for me is 'Beans'. It evolved from Deli, Jelly Deli, Jelly Beans, Deli Beans and then finally, Beans. Sometimes when I'm sleeping, she just yells out, 'BEANS!', to try to get my attention. I always ignore her but ignoring her sometimes makes her more persistent. It's awful!
-One time recently, she came home from work with a lot of bags and she had trouble with the lock. By the time she got in, we were both in front of the door waiting for our greeting scratches. She urgently tried to get past us without giving us scratches and ran for the human litter bowl. She didn't make it on time and she started yelling all sorts of bad words!!! She gets mad when I shoot litter outside of our box but she can't even make it to her own litter bowl. At least I do my business
inside my box. She spent the next hour cleaning up and grooming herself and washing her clothes and completely ignoring us! Unacceptable and totally humiliating! At her age, she's not even litter-trained.
-The Ball Guy has the most bizarre list of names for us and when we play ball, he runs after me rolling his 'R's and stamping his floppy slippers on the floor and calling me silly names. A sample of the latest names are Schhhmalls, Rrrrrrrrotten pooh pooh, Puppy, Schmoonimum, Purrrre Evil, Schmellins, Schnitzel, Rrrrrubbins, etc. I don't think he's called me by my name in years! He calls Sammy, Schmall Guy, Dude, Fuzz, Flash, Black and White and Lazy. He calls Mommy some weird names too but I'm not allowed to type them. Humans!
I'm not sure how therapeutic this was because I'm still mortified! I do love both of them very much, though. I guess as long as they keep feeding me, I'll put up with the silliness.
Thank you, Fin! We feel your pain.
Delilah
xoxo