Sunday, March 19, 2006
It's Been a Hard Day's Night
Yes, it's been a hard day and night for me. People coming and going. It is never easy to track where browsers go these days. They go to a page. Look at the images. Go to another page. Click on an item. Continue shopping. View cart. Remove item. Continue shopping. Click on the same item. Click on another. View Cart. Add quantity. Update cart. Check-out. Boom. Finally made a sale. BUT, he's just one I have to watch. And there seems to be a gazillion of them. True, majority of visitors do not buy. But then again, these are the very ones I keep a watch on or should I say, I have to be visible to with all my charms. Afterall, I double as main attraction.
Whew . . . Need to talk to China Tea (my boss) for a raise . . . may be more mice toys, or puffy balls, or gourmet dishes. . . Oops, there comes ten more visitors. Gotta go and charm them . . .
Whew . . . Need to talk to China Tea (my boss) for a raise . . . may be more mice toys, or puffy balls, or gourmet dishes. . . Oops, there comes ten more visitors. Gotta go and charm them . . .
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Cat Cinderella No More
I have two step cat sisters - Champagne(pronounced shampang) and Caramel(nicknamed Carm). They are Persians. They are real sisters - they look alike, almost, like identical twins. Actually they are two of septoplets or so I heard. Champagne has a flat wide face and I don't know what's wrong with her - but her short nose really needs some waxing or something. Champagne is a spoiled brat - she can whine and whine and beg and beg for food or whatever. I think she has a problem - that cat needs to be always the center of attention. I really think she has an attitude.
Caramel is the sweeter of the two. She has the prettier face, too, so people say. I can't say the same for sure. I can live with Caramel, I guess. She is not as crazy as Champ. She can irritate me so bad , though. She has this idiotic fetish of wanting to open things all the time - drawers, doors, boxes - just anything that is CLOSED, in fact. The funny thing is, she is so good at it. She could have been born a burglar. Caramel has another irritating personality problem. She has a craving and keen desire to be bagged, boxed or crated. She just does not tire of her juvenile ways of pretending to hide in plastic bags, brown paper bags, any bag for that matter. She wants to be shipped out too because she is always the first to go in a box - empty or not.
I really think these step sisters of mine are mentally challenged. They are simply shameless --- no social graces, no feminine modesty, no sophistication or idea of the self, whatsoever. They easily get conned by strangers. They easily lose their heads over bribes of treats or strokes - - - totally, so totally clueless about the finer things in life.
Well, I am different - totally grades above them. Mommy (my main care-giver and unofficial Master) thinks I was born with grace, elegance, cat pride, beauty, and lots of wisdom and intuition. I answer to only one - Mommy. To all others I simply oblige (and only when I feel like it).
When Mommy brought me home, I was a Cinderella - my two mean step-sister saw to that. No, there was never a Mean Step-Mother. Thanks goodness, Mommy is my real mother (at least that's what she tells me all the time. Mommy is also my self-appointed master).
A year passed - the situation progressed, this time in full reverse. I am a Cinderella no more. I still have two step-sisters who I can be mean to whenever I want.
Well, I am no Master Guard Cat of www.shopdrops.com for nothing! Isn't cat life just wonderful?
Caramel is the sweeter of the two. She has the prettier face, too, so people say. I can't say the same for sure. I can live with Caramel, I guess. She is not as crazy as Champ. She can irritate me so bad , though. She has this idiotic fetish of wanting to open things all the time - drawers, doors, boxes - just anything that is CLOSED, in fact. The funny thing is, she is so good at it. She could have been born a burglar. Caramel has another irritating personality problem. She has a craving and keen desire to be bagged, boxed or crated. She just does not tire of her juvenile ways of pretending to hide in plastic bags, brown paper bags, any bag for that matter. She wants to be shipped out too because she is always the first to go in a box - empty or not.
I really think these step sisters of mine are mentally challenged. They are simply shameless --- no social graces, no feminine modesty, no sophistication or idea of the self, whatsoever. They easily get conned by strangers. They easily lose their heads over bribes of treats or strokes - - - totally, so totally clueless about the finer things in life.
Well, I am different - totally grades above them. Mommy (my main care-giver and unofficial Master) thinks I was born with grace, elegance, cat pride, beauty, and lots of wisdom and intuition. I answer to only one - Mommy. To all others I simply oblige (and only when I feel like it).
When Mommy brought me home, I was a Cinderella - my two mean step-sister saw to that. No, there was never a Mean Step-Mother. Thanks goodness, Mommy is my real mother (at least that's what she tells me all the time. Mommy is also my self-appointed master).
A year passed - the situation progressed, this time in full reverse. I am a Cinderella no more. I still have two step-sisters who I can be mean to whenever I want.
Well, I am no Master Guard Cat of www.shopdrops.com for nothing! Isn't cat life just wonderful?
Sunday, March 12, 2006
My Life As A Guard Cat
Hmm. Been napping less lately . . . I have been designated as a guard cat by my unofficial master (she doesn't even prepare my daily food - somebody else does the job for her) of an online store called http://www.shopdrops.com. It's supposedly that little shop in the neighborhood that people, NOTE, " people" love to visit!
Well, I have been napping the same hours, alright . . . but one of my eyes is open, just in case. It's a case of sleeping on the job. For this "decorated" job, I get free board and lodging and some opportunity to model and grace the web. That's not so bad for a cat. I sometimes, get treats as bonuses . . . I do not really care for them, My unofficial master, China Tea, is her name, however, thinks I do!
Oh well. Today is my first day as a working, professional cat - a cat that earns its living. Do I hear "welcome to the labor force, tsinita!"
