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Caturday Pootie Diary: New Cats [1]
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Date: 2022-12-31
“And I can’t really sleep any time,” I said. “I can’t sleep during the day.”
“I sleep during the day,” he pointed out.
“You don’t have a job!”
“I have many jobs,” Freddie said with a frown. “I keep rodents away. I chase spiders and crickets. I watch the thing on the stairs.”
I shuddered. “I guess you should keep doing that.”
Freddie laid his head down and closed his eyes. I poked him.
His eyes flew open and he glared at me. “Wake up!” I said. “You can’t sleep yet.”
“Because it’s New Cat Day?”
“New Years Eve,” I corrected.
“That means nothing to me.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s the new year. At midnight it will be twenty-twenty-three.”
“That means nothing to me.”
“It’s a new beginning! A chance to start over!”
“You get that every time you go to sleep,” he said, like it was an obvious thing.
I opened my mouth and closed it again. “Huh,” I said, finally. “I suppose that’s true.”
He dropped his head to his paws and closed his eyes with a sigh.
I poked him again.
“I’m trying to have a new beginning! For New Cat Year!”
“New Years Eve!”
“Yes, whatever!”
I opened my eyes with a start, realizing I had drifted off. “Oh no!” I said, picking up my phone. I set it down with a relieved sigh. “It’s only ten-thirty,” I told the sleeping cat on my lap.
I poked him.
“Stop doing that!” he shouted.
I took a drink from my water bottle and held it up, looking at it thoughtfully. “Maybe I should have gotten some champagne,” I told Freddie, now stretched out across my thighs and pouting.
“That’s some kind of tuna?” he asked, unable to give me the cold shoulder for long.
I shook my head. “It’s sparkling wine. You drink it to celebrate.”
“And it’s not made from tuna water?”
“Gross,” I said.
Freddie yawned, flattening his ears and showing all of his teeth.
“Don’t go to sleep,” I warned him, picking up my phone to check the time. “Not for forty more minutes.”
“You can’t stop me,” he said, closing his eyes and purring.
I lifted my hand to poke him again.
“I’ll bite you,” he said without opening his eyes.
I dropped my hand. “I guess you can sleep for a little while,” I decided. “I’ll wake you before midnight.”
I was startled awake by the sound of firecrackers and yelling from the people who lived in the house behind us. “Shoot!” I said, checking the time. I shook Freddie gently, mindful of his threat to bite. “It’s twelve-oh-one!” I said, a little frantic.
“What?” Freddie asked, sleepy and confused.
“We missed the countdown! It’s the new year!”
“And we’re new cats!” Freddie shouted.
“Uh — yes! It’s new cat year!”
“Wow!” Freddie said, settling back down to sleep. “New cat year. It’s going to be great.”
Happy Caturday, Peeps! And Happy New Cat Year Eve! I fully expect to be asleep by midnight, as I usually am.
Freddie, however, is a party animal.
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