Daily Feline Prompt: Felines Unplugged

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little tins of tuna fish. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?


Mrs. Human, Mrs. Human. No answer and it’s time for my daily feline blog, but who needs a human? She seems to be busy on her pawpad, sorry computer. I am sure she has exciting things to tell other humans, although not as exciting as my unplugged world. I even meow unplugged now and again, although it seems my voice is not always appreciated, especially when I am bored in the early morning hours. Mrs. Human is not happy.

As the introduction states, I do not always have to be surrounded by tins of tuna fish. My tuna fish days are usually Wednesdays and Sundays, although I often have to give a claw prod on Mrs. Human to remind her. She is no longer one of the kittens and she even has problems bending to empty my recycling tray. I might have to look around for a new human, although the market is quite exhausted at the moment. Human kittens are often in the learning phase. They seem to think that a stroke and cuddle and keeping the cat flap closed is the answer to a feline dream.

Of course Mrs. Human had to learnt the hard way, but I put my paw down. I remember it as if it was yesterday when she had a repair on one of the window handles. The human that was doing it had a telephone call on one of these human phones that they carry with them, or is it part of their anatomy. Anyhow he was talking to another human about her new window with the built in cat flap and my whiskers and ears were alert.

“Mrs. Human, did you know you can have a window together with a cat flap.”

“No Tabby.”

“I thought not, so I ordered one today with the human that fixed your window handle.”

“But Tabby that is expensive”

“No problem Mrs. Human, all paid for online with your credit card. It will be delivered tomorrow.”

I think that was the first time when my human realised that eating tuna fish and sniffing cat nip was not the ideal feline life. We wanted to get out in the fresh air and fight our own battles. We needed an unplugged life and so it happened. The window was fitted with the cat flap and I was free. Many were the nights and days when I would wander unplugged through the grass killing anything that breathed and was tasty for an extra snack. Mrs. Human was not so happy when I would bring the kill home: even when I gave her a leg or ear. Humans are fussy and not so keen on mice although they do eat birds, but big birds without feathers. And now I must go I can hear the sound of a tin opener, it is Sunday. Unplugged is good, but so is my home  Mrs. Human I am coming and don’t forget to garnish my tuna with a sprig of parsley, we felines eat with the eyes.

Daily Feline Prompt: Felines Unplugged

9 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: Felines Unplugged

  1. Tabby my boy, I always appreciated your problem solving abilities and life skills but somehow your human always under estimated you. She has this problem of showing too much of confidence when it comes to repairing whether it is cat flap fitting, crack glass of window, her vacuum cleaner or even lawn mower. She can’t see you pouncing or killing so perfectly therefore stops you too to bring mice inside. You can discuss this matter with Dusty T. Dog, whose human is not so chary about it. I have heard she takes them for a hike everyday. An ideal unplugged life !

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    • First of all let us get something clear, i am not your boy, but I am a lady, just like Bastet, I am also worshipped but those days have gone it seems. No respect from the kittens. Do not compare me with Dustry, although our communication is very informative. You see Dusty is a canine and goes for walks with a human, I am a feline and go for walks on my own, we do not go with leads around our necks, we do it our way.

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      • It was just a suggestion, just to create humor Tabby. For last so many months I mistook you as a male cat. I apologize. If I hurt your pride then I’m sorry for that.
        It happens when you interact on a daily basis, every evening.

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  2. Dear Tabby — We want a door with a dog-flap in it, but my human says she couldn’t afford one this year and she needs to find someone to put it in. SO we have the back door cracked open a few inches (we push it open the rest of the way when we want to come in or go out) and a curtain hanging over it. I think it’s kind of ‘Poor White Trash’ or ‘Naka’ as the Mexicans call it, but it works — for now. I hope she gets something more upscale next winter, more worthy of us. Yours forever and ever and ever, Dusty T. Dog. P.S. We got tuna last night.

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    • Meow Dusty
      We had to wait a long while for our cat flap and after it arrived Fluffy had his famous accident so it had to be closed because he might have wandered away and not found the way back being blind. Since Fluffy has gone to the etnernal corn chambers, hunting mice with Nera, I have a free house and can come and go as I please, although between you and me it was better before with the entering bit. Now I have to move my collar to the right position to operation the magnet to open the flap, which sometimes takes time. Leaving is not problem, just entering. If I wait outside with pleading “let me in” eyes Mrs. Human will open the window, but she is not always waiting for me, which is a human mistake of course.
      I am not in a tuna frame of mind at the moment, but am a little short of sleep. Only had 12 hours sleep today so far.
      Have asked Bastet to influence your human for a dog flap, but Bastet said he does not do dog work.
      Keep safe, many meows Tabby

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      • Thank you for talking to Bastet. I would be surprised if she had any interest in dogs as we are, historically, competing predators with cats. Humans changed everything, though. I don’t know if there is a dog god but there are those who say “dog” is “god” spelled backward and therefore the same thing. Since (as my human pointed out) it’s only “dog” in English, I have my doubts about this theory. Yours always and always, Dusty T. Dog

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