My voice resonates nicely in the bare walls of the bean’s litter box. If I crouch low by the wall, I’m sure I get more ooomph for each yowl.

There’s a V of geese out there. Fall is coming.  The trees are changing, some leaves fall. It would be good to chase goose or leaf. But I’m in here.

This translation for cat tail chart could be a tool for you.

The tom-bean was late getting up (according to my appetite) so beyond the cuddle and purr and back massage by my own 4 feet. I gave him two long licks on the end of his nose. Don’t you think my extra work merits, say, tuna for breakfast?

I have been training the beans to walk at night without lifting their feet. It’s the only safe way to walk when you’re blind as beans are at night. When they slide along they can’t step on me. When they lift the feet we do a dance and the bean-scream. They are catching on.

At my age shed hair is the closest I’ll get to having kittens so I’ll shed as much as I can…

Quiet evening at home. I’ve catted the tom-bean securely. Now he just needs to stop petting me for a while so I can nap. If I butt and lick his hand long enough he gets the point.

Stop flashing that red in my eyes. When I’m ready for my photo moment you’ll know. Meanwhile if you need me I’ll be under the bed.

The beans are home and I smell roast chicken. They set down their food bags and I stick my nose in each one to suss out where’s the chicken. I know I’ll get some. But if I find it first, maybe I can get it all? Would a haul of a bird my size be too much to eat at once you think?

It’s been a while since you all saw my whiskers so here goes…