Recently, I have been testing the boundaries of this theory that they can't get mad at me because I am, well...Dudley.
The other day, I may have stepped over that line. The "other one" came home from work and I felt she wasn't feeding us fast enough so I jumped on the counter to help her. Ungrateful as she is, she didn't want my help and put me on the floor. However, I know that she NEEDED my help so I jumped back up on the counter. Now is it my fault that she put a bowl right where I was landing? No, I don't think so. She blamed me anyway and then made everyone wait to eat until she cleaned up the broken dish. This did not sit well with George, Gretel and Andrew. I was trying to help clean it up by taking a broken piece out of the room in my mouth and that seemed to make her more agitated. Just as the mob syndrome was about to take place with the other three cats attacking me, the front door opened and in came my woman. The "other one" said "Go on, you'd better go tell her why the others have to wait to eat!" So I went to greet my woman and as expected she did not get mad at me. However, out of spite, the other one got the vacuum cleaner. I think that was a bit of overkill since the broom was doing fine and I'm not the one scared of the vacuum. Have I mentioned before the others are S-I-S-S-I-E-S? Of course, that just made them madder at me, but I gots me my woman and that's all I need!
Now that my birthday celebrations are over and the threats to turn me in for a new model have been taken for what they are worth, I have been thinking how to thank "my woman" for all she does for me. Socks are my favorite toys, I love to steal her socks from her clean laundry and play with them. Also, now my new thing is to put my favorite toys in water. I don't know why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time and I have stuck with it. So at about 3AM this morning I came up with the perfect plan to surprise her this morning. I stole took a pair of her socks and put them in my water bowl. When they were good and soaked, I brought them to her room (do you have any idea how heavy socks get when they are wet?). Then very carefully while she slept I put my present in her bed for her to find when she woke up. I was very careful not to wake her, and I was able to put them under the comforter and top sheet and right next to her leg.
When she woke up at 6AM to exercise, she was very surprised at my generosity and I think very pleased (at least I choose to think that was a pleased tone in her voice when she yelled "DUDLEY!").
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE THE DUDLEY EXPERIMENT BEGAN???? I can't. I remember I wasn't sure he would last a week much less a year. Well, as you all know, Mr. Dudley is a very, healthy, well loved 1 year old. I can't imagine my life without him! Below is a treat for us all to remember and since I have a limit of only 50 slides we will be posting additional slide shows throughout Mr. Dud's birthday week! What other cat in the world gets a whole birthday week?