Indy's Blog Day

Guest blogger

Today is my turn to write for Critter Alley. By the way, I am fond of this name. Since I have seniority among critters at our house, please don't ever change it. (Unless you really, really want to, Mom.)

Right now we have a full house. Brady is here. Tinker Bell is here. I am here. And, as always, Bogey is here. Meal time is harder than usual. Mom feeds us in order of how slowly we eat. She says doing this means the fastest one (Brady), won't have time to grab food from the slowest one (Tinker Bell). Sometimes this works. Sometimes it does not. Food disruptions aren't all that's going on.

Brady likes to chase Bogey. While I don't object to this in principle, I hate how he barks as he runs. It makes Mom yell. Loud. Brady does not have good sense. Chasing cats is a sure way to receive a painful nose swipe. I know this. But Brady does not seem to care. It's only a matter of time until he will care. But there's more.

When Mom sits down, Tinker Bell races to beat me to her lap. I'm older now so sometimes Tinker wins. This is ungracious and highly unappreciated. I don't care if she is a guest. That spot belongs to me.

During the night, two can be company. But four is a definite crowd. I shouldn't have to fight for my place on the bed. I earned it long ago. But in spite of all these indignities, I try to behave like a gentleman.

Meanwhile Bogey told me that he has things under control. Yet I notice him keeping a sharp eye on the others. He's puffier than usual, and jumpy as a...well, as a cat. I think he's tired of being chased.

And no matter how cocky he is, I'm pretty sure Bogey's counting the days until Brady and Tinker Bell go home.

Just like I am.