Spirit

Another Cat  Writers' Conference!  Same as last year! At least they always give her new toys and treats to bring home to us. Our hooman said there was enough rain in St. Louis that the Mississippi River was flooding near the Hotel where her Conference was.  I'm not sure what 'flooding' means but I think the water causes problems for all critters.  Anyway, I love this toy.

SPIRIT:  OK, Mr. Know-It-All Inkee -- what am I sniffing? INKEE:  'Maracas.' SPIRIT:  Are they toys for us? INKEE:  No, not for us. They're a percusion instrument -- a gourd-shaped container filled with dried beans.  SPIRIT:  So, what do they do?

SPIRIT:  Our hooman says it's "Cinco de Mayo." What does 'cinco' mean?  INKEE  It means 5.  SPIRIT:  But there's only 4 of us.  INKEE:  It isn't how many of us there are.

OK.  It worked. Told ya' it'd work.  My hooman says we can go outside now. But I have to be either in our secured stroller or on a leash & wear this harness thing. But I don't want to be seen in this flowery, hoody getup. How embarrassing. If I gotta' wear something, then at least get me something that expresses me, the REAL me -- something more manly if you get my drift.

I'm watchin' my hooman from our loft. I told her that I want to go outside!  She said no -- she's busy -- hoomans say things like that. So, I wanna' see just how busy she really is!  Know what I mean? So, I'm watchin' & puttin' on my best 'sad sack' face -- it works sometimes. The object is to make her feel bad, real bad -- & guilty. I'm sure I can do it. I've done it before.

Found it! And it was just lyin' here on the floor all by itself!  This is my fav bag -- my Black Cat bag. It's our hooman's fav bag too. This bag carries a notebook & pen to our hooman's writing classes. Furr shure everyone in the class knows about us & knows she loves cats. Yes, there is a black cat on the bag & Inkee-Bear is the black sheep -- I mean cat, in this household.