The Cheezits: Colby and Cheddar: Oh noes! We is found out!

Mom found out about our secret stash, and now we is in trouble!

We are very smart, very sneaky cats. Of course you knows this. But Mom apparently didn't know just how smart we was!

See, we opened the cabinet door where the treats is kept, and we snuck out a whole bag of treats! And then we carried it back to our home.

(See, here's me, Colby, pointing to our two-story duplex kitty house.)

And then, we ate a hole in the treats bag! We nibbled and nibbled on the bottom until we could gets the treats out that way. We had a great thing going, until Mom caught on.

Our house is in where the laundry stuff is, and Mom was bending over, picking up some dirty laundry that had fallen on the floor, to wash it (which she hardly ever does, hee hee, just kidding, Mom! Uh oh...Mom is not in laughing mood).
Um..anyway, Mom looks in our house, and sees the incriminating half-nibbled bag of treats!

Mom says we are "Little Sneaks!" but she still loves us.

And now's the treats are gone from our house, and locked up in an Evil Ziplock Bag! Oh, the horror!

Who Are Dese Orangey Kittehs, Anyway?

Once, we were just two scared little kittens, clinging to our mother. We must have been very poor, because we weren't very clean or healthy and we had (this is so embarrassing) worms and stuff. We lived day-to-day, and we both remember being very hungry, all the time.

It seemed like we were barely old enough to walk when we were taken away from our mother and brought to a strange place, with lots of other cats (and big scary dogs!). We didn't know why, or what we had done. This place became known to us only as the Shelter.

So, there we were: at the Shelter, in a cage, cuddled together, keeping our spirits up and waiting for a chance to escape, not knowing what else to do, when a surprising new face came to see us.

She smiled at us, and looked us over without poking her fingers in our faces. She made sure our itchy ears were cleaned and those embarrassing worms were taken care of. And she didn't put us back into the cage.

Instead, she took us to a new, totally different place. A place where we have lots of food to eat and fresh water to drink. A place where there's always clean litter. Where there are toys to chase and soft places to sleep.

And we learned a new word.

That word is, "Home."

We are Colby and Cheddar. And this is our story.

7 comments:

Zippy, Sadie, Speedy and M'Gee said...: Oh no, she found yoor stash! Yoo haf to find a new hiding spot, if yoo can get to da bag again...; Mon May 19, 11:50:00 PM EDT
Colby and Cheddar said...: Thanks, we are trying but Mom is watching us. We are good at opening cupboards and stuff, but ziplock bags are tough!; Tue May 20, 12:50:00 PM EDT
Daisy said...: Drats, your plan is discovered!; Tue May 20, 01:00:00 PM EDT
JEWELGIRL said...: My kitties rip at the bag if we
leave it at "cat" level too.
I use plastic ice cream buckets
to put the dry food in, so my
kitties have fresh and unmessy
food bags! :); Wed May 21, 01:11:00 AM EDT
Colby and Cheddar said...: Shh! That sounds like a great idea, but we don't want Mom makin' it HARDER for us to get food! Remember, ALL FOOD IS GOOD.; Wed May 21, 11:53:00 AM EDT
Honey P. Sunshine said...: SCORE!!; Wed May 21, 08:09:00 PM EDT
Tyler said...: Oh, don't worry about those ziplock bags, even if they're the freezer type, even if your mom surrounds the treats with five freezer ziplock bags. My little bro, Jake discovered that all you have to do is chew, chew, chew and he still got into the treat bag. Try it. It works. Thanks for dropping by our blog! We wanted to come back and read more about you two.; Thu May 22, 01:51:00 AM EDT