I'm a very smart kitty
Well Mum and Dad say I am too smart for my own good. The other day Dad was really tired as he got in at 5am and when Mum went to work she didn't wake him so he could get a little more sleep. She tried calling him a little later to wake him and was perplexed when the phone answered but he didn't say anything. She said all she could hear was bits of like a static noise and like a morse code type of scratching.
She called out - nobody answered. She said "Hello?" a gazillion times and there was no response - and then it dawned on her - and she said "Oscar? is that you? Did you answer the phone?" but there was no response from me either, just more static noises and morse code scratching.
After about 20 minutes Mum hanged up but then of course, couldn't dial back. Knowing Dad would be late opening the shop, and a little worried something was wrong at home and the morse code type of scratching really had been morse code, Mum drove all the way home to check.
When she got home she found Dad fast asleep with the phone in it's cradle beside him. When she went into the lounge room she saw the phone on the ground and Me (Oscar) sitting beside it, pawing it with my paw and giving it headbutts, wondering why Mum's voice wasn't coming out of it anymore. I had answered the phone!
Daddy had a chat to me when he got up - he explained that nobody can see me headbutting the phone and giving love. He said I have to say something - that I need to meow or something so people can hear me. What did he think the morse code tapping was for? Didn't anyone do morse code in school these days?
Anyway, I have forgiven them for being so ungrateful that I was helping out by answering the phone, and later Daddy and I had a look-alike face pulling game. Mum took a picture to show you:
OMG do I look fat in that picture or what? Maybe it is just because Daddy shaved off his beard.
Everyone in the family is doing well. Mummy says the baby is doing great and kicking heaps. I know it is kicking cause it scares the living daylights out of me when I try to sit on Mum's lap and get punched by her tummy. She is 26 weeks now and says she loves every second. Me - I just think things are going to get noisy around here soon.
p.s. Molly is doing brilliantly - she has even started playing with me. She has put on weight and is very cuddly and she couldn't care less about going outside now.
p.s.s. Mum and Dad were considering a third cat! Friends have what mum calls "dice kitten" - two kittens needing homes that are so cute Mum said she fell in love with them both. They are both pure white and one has one spot on his forehead and the other has two spots on his forehead. (hence dice kitties). I think Dad has talked her out of it - with the baby coming soon he thinks we have enough to worry about.