You know... even a cat like me has to have a hobby or two. Something to keep the mind occupied and the paws out of mischief. A little something to bring pleasure into my life in a constructive sort of way.
Of course, I have my blog. But Nerissa's Life isn't a hobby. No, it's my career. And I have my peeps who seem to need constant tending but that's... well... that's just family business. Then there are my fur sibs and my aunties and my dad but again... that's just more family stuff. Napping and the accepting of tummy rubs and whatnot constitute an important part of my daily life but I wouldn't call those hobbies. They're more like just things we cats do like breathing and eating and whatever else comes naturally. I do have a lot of supervisory responsibilities around the house and garden but again, those aren't hobbies. I'm not quite sure what I'd call those things. Just stuff I have to do, I suppose.
So, I was thinking to myself about this hobby business. I've noticed some cats on the Internet have starting painting and things. That could be kind of fun. I bet I could be good at that. Really, I do. But then... I don't have any paint. That could be a problem.
Then one day, I overheard some peeps on a television show talking about bird watching. They seemed to think that this was a hobby. I'm pretty sure that's what I do when I watch Bird TV. That's not a hobby. That's just entertainment! Hmmm....
The first peep is going to be starting her weekly caterwauling practises again in a few days. I could possibly join this group of caterwaulers. I'm already a cat so... all I would need to learn is the... er... waulering part. Right? Then I thought to myself, "No, caterwauling is the peep's domain and nobody - and when I say nobody I mean NOBODY - caterwauls like my peep!" I wouldn't want to infringe upon her territory or anything. Might make her jealous.
But that's when I realised... I ALREADY HAVE A HOBBY! Yes, I've had one for quite some time, in fact. I am a collector of pens. I have quite an extensive collection, you know. I keep it under the refrigerator. Shhh... that's a secret. Wouldn't want the peep to go on one of those cleaning frenzy thingies and clean out my collection. Nor would I want a thief to come in and steal my collection. I'm sure it's very valuable. After all, I've been collecting pens for years now. I'm pretty sure I have some vintage late 90's disposable editions. I know I pushed some under there a few years back.
And from where do I obtain my pens, you ask? That's a very good question for which I have a very good answer. I find them! Quite often I'll find a pen on a counter top or sometimes the kitchen table. The coffee table in the family room has proven to be an excellent source. I can usually count on obtaining a pen from there on a weekly basis. I know there are pens in the peep's purse but that thing is a black hole of sorts. Things go in there never to be found again. Wouldn't want to endanger my paws, or anything. I need them for stuff like typing up my blog and whatnot. Occasionally, the peep will take a pen out of that black hole purse of hers (which actually, isn't black... hmmm... odd) and that's when I strike. I wait for my moment when she ever so carelessly leaves the aforementioned pen lying about somewhere. Then with lightening fast paws, I grab that pen and roll it into the kitchen and tuck it safely under the refrigerator, adding it to my collection.
Oddly enough, my supply seems to never run dry. There's always a pen to be found. I believe the peeps bring them into the house every now and then after time spent shopping. I say, you keep bringing them and I'll keep on collecting 'em. Just don't tell anyone where I keep it, okay? Remember, it's a secret. Shhhh....