The Cheese Stands Alone
It is Sunday Evening at my habitat and tonight my dad is doing the cooking. He has decided to have pasta with a nice marinara sauce. I know this because there on the counter, where I am forbidden to trod, the cheese stands alone. Now, you might be thinking that I wouldn’t like this particular cheese, and you would be right. But the fresh mozzarella that my dad is preparing on the far counter is quite tasty. Oh, my mouth is watering just thinking about a morsel of that cheese.
I am pretty well out of focus at the moment so I don’t think my dad will even notice me. I will be quiet as a mouse. I can only hope that he places the plate with the nice mozzarella right down in front of me. I am sure he would not notice if I swiped just a nibble.
He doesn't see me. This is awesome.
He doesn’t see me. Oh, I am so getting some cheese. If he saw me, he would be chatting to me. He would say, “Gracey Lou! You know you are not supposed to be up on the stool.” He would say this loudly for the benefit of my mom who is in the office so that she wouldn’t think he was a big softy that lets me do anything that I want to do most of the time.
But what he doesn’t know is that my mom sometimes lets me sit on his stool in the morning while we have breakfast.
Maybe I will swipe a couple of nibbles
It looks like he has finished preparing the plate with the mozzarella cheese. And he has not seen me. Oh happy cat! I think I will swipe a couple nibbles if he sets the plate down right in front of me.
Or should I knock the whole plate off the counter over my chow chomping area? Then the cheese might fall in my bowl. That would be good, because I could pretend that is was an accident.
Uh oh! I think I have been spotted. No, not like Lazy Leopard is spotted but I think my dad has realized I am sitting here on the stool. Maybe not because here he comes with the fresh mozzarella cheese!
I am not moving a whisker.
He is setting the plate down beside the green bowl. I can’t believe my good fortune. Now I must wait until he turns around and heads back toward the stove area.
Wait, he is coming around the counter towards where I am sitting. He must be going to arrange the plates or something.
What is he doing?
RATS!
Oh Rats!
Meow for Now.
How sweet…
My cat Penelope likes cheese too. She attempts to do the same thing as this kitty does. Her color is dark grey almost black..love ya Penny girl!!
You seem to love cheese as much as I love cheesecake…..I always enjoy reading your blogs!!
This made me laugh 🙂
I am so happy that you laughed! It is super important to laugh hard every day. xoxo
you are sooo cute! better luck next time! I was so happy to meet your human at BLOGPAWS! She’s very nice you are a lucky kitteh!
Thank you Tamar! We are big fans of I Have Cat and please give Petie a nosetap from me.
Too funny. Checked out your blog following your Pettie win, and I can see why the picked you Gracie.
Thank you Laura! I am glad you liked my story.
Good try, Gracey. Hopefully next time it will work for you. The important thing is to keep trying, never give up!
It is important to keep a positive attitude.
Oh Gracey, you are so smart! I was hoping the cheese would not stand alone. Think of the warm friendship you two could have shared! Ah well, maybe next time. We shall keep our paws crossed that you and the cheese will be reunited some day soon!
Denise, when I see the parmesan cheese, I know there will be something else good coming soon. 😉
hahaha…I love your eyes, such determination, Gracey xoxox..sorry, maybe your mom will slip you a morsel of cheese when you dine together for breakfast in the morning.
Bon Appetit!
I am a tiger Malia. I am able to stalk without distraction.
LOL Gracey, I love the “not like Lazy Leopard is spotted” phrase 🙂 You are so funny!!! xoxox
Well Janet, I wanted to make sure there was no confusion. 😉