Just so you know…I’m thinking of moving from blogger.

This blogger upgrade and needing gmail and all… I don’t like to be told when to move and how. I’m at cat after all.

So at my own speed, I’m shifting myself over to wordpress.

Sun is making my hair all pretty and there’s no one here to take a photo. A pity.

At the window when all the road noise goes away, and all the music stops and the people stop talking, at the mid-moon I can call to the cat on the floor below and we can talk.

A box came in the house with crinkly paper. I saw it. It’s mine.

Scratch published a book from the cat’s perspective with the help of his human Terry Bain

Here’s anotherway to get Fresh air…don’t know that I’d like it. It’s too much like the vet box.

Rainy day today but my appetite is sky high. For days I could ravage a couple tins a day.

Almost people time. Which means almost food and lap time. But not quite. Time enough for one more power nap before the lights come on

Good news, the human seems to be home sick so I get a much warmer nap pad than the floor.

Does Nip help with arthritis? Once I get heated up by food and at that zippy time of day I can do catisthentics with the best but just now, it’s cold. Wet food was hours ago.

My hips are stiff when I get up from a nap on a cold sunless day like this.
(Thanks for your concern William.)