Hi there guys. How is everyone? I am just great this week.

You know? I follow my mama around the house. I watch her from different spots. Why do I do this? Well, one reason is because I love her and I love to see what she is doing. Humans are interesting. You can never tell what they might do. And, I don’t want to miss out.

I hide in various places. I can observe her without her knowledge. For example, we have a dining room table in the dining room. That makes sense, doesn’t it? And, on that dining room table sometimes is a big mess. Mama puts things there. Things she has not put up yet from groceries or a big planter that has to be put up.

So, I sneak up on the table and squiggle my body so it wraps around the planter and you can’t see me. Sometimes? If the planter is big enough? I climb right in it! Or, I jump on top of the hutch (it is not too high) and hide behind the fancy woodwork and watch from above. If she were to look in my direction, she would see two ears and two eyes peeking out. The reason I do this also is because I like to play detective. Pretend I am on a case. It passes the time.

Anyway, my mama! She is kinda old. She is. She would hate me to put it that way. But, isn’t almost 80 years old...old? She is 79 1/2. She has Arthritis so she can’t help it if she is clumsy. She is. Old and clumsy. That sounds bad. And, I love her. Really, really, really love her. She is my whole life and world. Without my mama? I don’t know what I would do.

But, that does not change the fact that she is old and clumsy.

Sorry.

So. She was making enchiladas. And, it was all I could do not to hiss between my teeth - which is a cat laugh - and tweak my whiskers with glee. That would have revealed my hiding place. I slid down the hutch and got closer. I peeked through a crack in the kitchen door.

She was so messy! Throwing pots and pans in the sink and reaching into the cabinets to get spices with enchilada sauce all over her hands. The kitchen was red. It was red. All over. The fridge was red. The stove was red. The cutting board was red. Got the point? Everything was red.

Then she began to cuss. And, I fled. I didn’t blow my cover, but I fled. Fast. I scampered into the bedroom because when she starts to cuss, I get out of her way. She has never, ever, ever hurt me and she never would. But, I don’t like to be around when she is cussing and throwing spoons around the kitchen. I think she spilled some of the enchilada sauce down the front of her blouse. Not sure.

Anyway, I hid in the closet for a few minutes and then crept back to the kitchen. She was standing there looking at the pots and pans stacked up in the sink. Just staring at them. Not moving.

I changed positions by getting into a great commando position and crawling into a big sack that was on the floor near the door. The dining room floor usually is nice and clean but today? It was a cat’s play pen. I usually don’t have sacks on the floor to hide in. That sack must have had the cans of enchilada sauce in them. This was a great day. A messy floor with stuff on it and places for me to hide! See my picture above? I am in a sack in one of those pictures. My favorite hiding place.

I began to feel sorry for her when suddenly, she started to laugh. That crazy laugh that she had when she told me the "I Need a Beer Story.” Remember, one of my other columns? And I thought...uh oh..she is going to grab me, start shaking me like a dishrag and telling me one of her funny stories. Cause my mama has a wonderful sense of humor and sees humor in everything. Sometimes, even in bad things. Like red enchilada sauce all over the kitchen and even in her hair.

The bag was near her feet and I knew if I just walked out she might capture me and I would be lost. She is always sharing her stories with me! So, I stayed stiff and still. I didn’t move or breathe. She just kept giggling. As I said, she has a great sense of humor. For an old lady, especially.

Well? I stayed stiff in that bag. Stiff. Until she left the kitchen and went somewhere...I don’t know where...but I stealthily moved. Sliding on the floor. Got out of the bag and started to go into the living room by staying plastered close to the walls. So she would not see me. Maybe, just maybe she was not looking for me? She wasn’t, as it happened. She had stopped giggling.

So, my day was good. Poor mama. Hers was soaked in enchilada sauce and dirty dishes piled up. Why do Humans go to so much trouble to make different food? I eat my food out of a can. So easy. I like a nacho once in a while. Or, a bite of oatmeal. I also love beans. I do. I am not kidding. I love strange human food, but she doesn’t have to cook for me. I am easy.

There is no moral to this story. I just have fun. The little things amuse me. I don’t need much. Just a good imagination and a funny mama to watch. That is all I need.