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A Brief History of Everything

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I am a cat condo

First day back to work. Third night home after being gone for two weeks.

The minute I get home from work and sit down Hillary wants to jump up on my lap to smurgle.

Then after dinner Hillary, Pickles, and Patches take turns jumping up on me. Thigh, lap, chest, shoulder. One-, two-, three-at-time. I am a cat condo, a cat toy.

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Fortunately, my need to luv on them is as strong as their need to be luv’d on by me.

Nap Time

Photos can’t do this justice. I tried to take some, but from my vantage point the cats are just furry blobs.

I am sitting on the recliner sofa with Patches asleep on my right thigh.
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Ahead of me Pickles is asleep on the top of the cat condo.

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To my right Mrs is dozing on her half of the reclining sofa with Hillary snuggled down on the space between her knees and feet.

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Life is good.

Hillary is a smurgler

Hillary is a smurgler

According to gardenandcats at thecatsite.com:

What is Smurgling??
Smurgling is the ultimate display of kitty affection and love.
Smurgling involves three aspects of kitty behavior:
kneading
nuzzling
salivating

Do all Kittys smurgle??
No, not all kittys smurgle. Some cats are diehard smurglers. Others could care less.Most Siamese are smurgglers.

Are there degrees of smurgling?
Yes!
The following “Cat Codes” describe smurgling levels displayed by cats.
S = “I wouldn’t be caught doing it!”
S+ = “I sneak an occasional smurgle.”
S++ = “When I’m in the mood, I can smurgle with the best of them.”
S+++ = “Everybody leaves my house moistened with kitty-drool.”

From an earlier post:

In addition to an overabundance of cuteness, Hillary has a bizarre behavioral habit. This may be due to insecurity at having been orphaned at such a young age (see Cat Tales – Pickles and Hillary).

Hillary ‘smurgles’. We have many ‘blankys’ around the house that Mrs and I use in bed or on the recliner sofa. One blanky in particular, a snowflake pattern blanky must remind Hillary of his mommy because he will frequently smurgle on it. We call it Hillary’s blanky.

Hillary smurgling (S++)

Speaking ‘Cat’

Through my many years of cat ownership, I feel confident to say that I understand ‘Cat’ speak.

You see, cats are very self-centered. It’s all about them.

Meow? (Rising) … Me?

Me-yow? (Rising) … (For) Me ?

Myow myow (emphatic) … Me (too) me (too)

MYOW (short) … (Leave) Me (Alone)

Myew (quiet) … (Who) Me?

Myew myew … (Luv) Me (luv) Me

MEOW (Desperate) … (Feed) Me

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Try out your new-found knowledge of ‘cat speak’ on the following video …

Cats on Mars

For background context on this story, you are encouraged to read: Phobos Rising, Jumper, and Rocket Man.

Copyright © 2014 by Christian Bergman, All rights reserved.

All people, places, and events are fictional … except when they aren’t.

 
Cats on Mars – a short story

Aurorae Chaos, or Aurora for short, jumped up on large low hard flat surface and then up to top level of tall structure with many thin flat surfaces. Low Martian gravity made it easy to reach high perch in two easy leaps. She scanned domain for brother, Olympus Mons, but nowhere to be seen.

Olympus Mons, or Ollie, was in what people called ‘bedrum’, attacking one of things that cover people’s rear paws. He hadn’t killed it in while and it needed killing. He chewed and eviscerated it with rear claws. When convinced it killed enough, he got up to find sister.

Aurora just about settled in for afternoon nap when saw Ollie walking cluelessly into big area. From high perch watched him come around corner and prance toward her. She wiggled hips in excitement as prepared to pounce. Wiggle. Wiggle. Ollie wandered closer, not suspecting anything. Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle. In instant Aurora airborne, sailing through low Martian gravity like fury ballistic missile. Landed on top of Ollie and battle royale was on. They rolled around on floor biting and eviscerating each other with rear claws. Went on for few minutes until exhausted, relaxed and began grooming each other. After several long minutes mutual grooming, Ollie got up to check kibble bowl. Aurora thought follow Ollie in case he discovered something she needed investigate.

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Kittens First Night Home

They just keep getting cuter ..

(Not mine)

Fred, Lilly, Franky's avatarFredrick, Lilly, & Franklin

Since I was so rude and never actually put up their first photos… I will try to redeem myself with these amazingly adorable pics!

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It’s so crazy how scared Lilly was when we first brought her home. Now she is the biggest cuddle bug and loves to be around us!

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Click Here to see the entire album from the kittens first night!

 

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Rocket Man – what is wrong?

Despite all the other fun bits that I include in my blog … my cats, the interesting YouTube video, various fun facts, music, history … my real reason for blogging is that I want to write fiction. I currently have two main streams of fiction: the Day 42 zombie saga and the Mars collection of science fiction short stories.

I recently wrote a new short story titled Rocket Man.

I included various supplementary material on either side of it. Prior to posting Rocket Man. I reblogged both Phobos Rising and Jumper. After I posted it, I included a history of the Rocket Man song. Intermixed with this was a variety of other video posts and a cat post.

The material on either side of the Rocket Man short story got numerous ‘likes’ … yet Rocket Man got only a single ‘like’.

I am perplexed.

• Did you read it and not like it?

• If you read it and did not like it, can you tell me what you disliked?

Be frank I’m a big boy I can take criticism.

• If you didn’t read it why not?

As always I am extremely appreciative of your feedback.

Thanks cb

‘Nursing’

In addition to an overabundance of cuteness, Hillary has a number of bizarre behavioral habits. This may be due to insecurity at having been orphaned at such a young age (see Cat Tales – Pickles and Hillary).

Hillary ‘nurses’. We have many ‘blankys’ around the house that Mrs and I use in bed or on the recliner sofa. One blanky in particular, a snowflake pattern blanky must remind Hillary of his mommy because he will frequently nurse on it. We call it Hillary’s blanky.