with the snapping sounds of the coffeepot as the morning brew tarries, comes the tautological tasks of the daily housewife. i should know, i live every day alongside one. throughout the daylight hours she seems to pace a few identical paths, and as far as i can tell, does it cheerfully. at times i join in, succeeding all the while. but alas, one does tire of redundancy. so...you might not blame me when a trifle of hysterical obstacles in our path appear by my paw.

In the kitchen i attempt to bring an element of surprise by soaring down on mommy from atop the cabinets in flying-squirrel style. sometimes i use the pointy of my nose to tip over my water bowel, just before mommy steps her bare foot down in the biting chill of the wet. when i notice her approaching in the hall, I'll dramatically heave my body to the floor. one can almost catch me giggling as the housewife and her basket of fresh-air scented garments trip-trip-trip and finally rain down. of course I've used the classic trick of placing my seemingly structureless gut on any and every piece of paper mommy is attempting to read from. I've consumed entire lunches from the unattended table, gleefully run my claws through gingerly wrapped christmas presents, and have managed to vomit on every square inch of carpet in the house.

try as i might to bring a morsel of hilarity to our day, mommy never appears to fully appreciate my efforts. obviously my technique is lacking, because i'm convinced she would participate in my glee if she saw my act as fresh. back to the drawing board i suppose. that's one notable peculiarity about mommy...her loving desire to continuously challenge me :)