There were people here touching my tables and chairs. As soon as they left I went into a flurry of rubbing my jaw scent back on them.

I’ve gone almost 2 1/2 years blogging. Wonder if I’ll see 3 years?

My energy isn’t what it used to be. I’m just so tired. It’s unnatural for the hour.

Sure I’m still happy to rub noses but I can hardly get up the excitement to come to my blog, let alone explore all your wonderful lives.

My pet Scene isn’t about our tall furless wonders but about 4 legs.

Tuna.

Need I say more?

They went out. I thought for the whole evening, again. But then they came back in an hour. I gave them a good reward cuddle for that. Not being too dog-like am I?

They aren’t up yet. Time to make an autobahn of the hips and legs, perch on a butt and but out my most vociferous purr.

The cave under knees and sheets is delectably hot.
I have gone under twice, but oh, the smell

I wiggle and wriggle and groan and sigh and carve myself a warm spot between the two of them. Saturday nights rule.

They are trying to switch me to a new kibble. I fish out all the new good kind and leave the rest.

Still using the box. In this lovely sun, it’s in the perfect spot from the window.