Mom went and got a chair and pulled something down from the top shelf in the kitchen. Then she took it outside, maybe because it was bad. It had a funny smell like something burning, and then I smelled some of the meat from the kitchen. I don't like it when she goes outside; what if she gets lost? I even brought her a present yesterday, but it disappeared when I was taking a nap so I guess she liked it. Stupid birds really are stupid. It came right in throguh the mail slot and had the nerve to try and eat our food. Watching the birds in the window has paid off because even though Jezzie and I kept running into one another, we got the bird in the end, and Mom came back from That Bad Place for humans pretty fast. Usually it's a long time and the house is scary when she's not here. No lap to sleep on, no back to nudge against when she writes on the computer, no grumpy words while she waits for the thing that whistles on the stove to whistle.
Molly wants to make a break for it again to exchange intelligence with the Resistance, but I asked her exactly what she's resisting. She pointed out that there are those sad kitties that mom feeds and that they're the resistance, but I don't know how to help them. Sometimes they look up at me when they're eating the extra cat food and I remember what it was like with my other person before Mom took me.
Mom was grumpy again today because she was talking to someone on the phone last night and drinking something sweet-smelling out of a bottle. "That's not accurate! Do these people even KNOW their ballistics? There's no missile that does that!" Every time she said something like that into the phone, she'd take a sip. I heard the word "jericho" too but I don't know what that means. She didn't seem angry; she was pretty cheerful. Usually she drinks the white stuff at night but this was a special occasion. This morning she was not in a good mood, though. "Don't base Jericho drinking games on military or logistical implausibilities," she told me, but after we all four discussed it we're still not sure what that means.
There are more windows open in the house so that we can each layin the sun and warm our fur. Abbie hasn't slapped me once today, and even Jezebel hasn't done more than twenty laps around the house. The sun makes me feel all sleepy and heavy and warm. Sometimes I can get Mom to lie down and cuddle, but she doesn't seem lke she'll do that today. She had five cups of that drink she drinks, and the whistle made me kind of crazy. "Have you been drinking my tea?" She asked me. I think I should, just so I know what she's talking about.
Humans have a weird way of expressing themselves. Mom always sounds grouchy when I jump on her lap, but she pets me till I'm all sleepy and even when she yells she sounds like she's trying hard not to laugh. And Abbie has her totally fooled. Abbie likes to play with Mom's little cars, and now when Abbie eeps at Mom, Mom gets down on the ground and pushes the cars at Abbie and Abbie just pushes them back. She doesn't even chase them or anything. She just makes Mom push them at her over and over again. Then she goes and takes a nap.
Abbie thinks she's the queen. She won't eat in front of Mom, and she won't eat off anything but human dishes. She says it's because of her teeth, but it's because she's the oldest cat and she thinks she gets to push everyone around. She's scary, and she always takes the best position on the bed. It's not fair. I'm way bigger than she is but she's just not afraid at me at all. IF I try to stand up to her, she just sits up on her hind legs and smacks me with her right paw. Then Mom laughs. When Mom's not looking, Abbie rolls her eyes at me. She's mean.
Mom's coming. I have to pretend I wasn't on the computer!