Hair is good

She seems stressed. Doctor Valdarbar recommends 2 hours under a curled purring paws.

I know him!

Have your heard of tickr. It’s a scrolling bit of flickr you can have search by keyword, such as cat which let me find the beauty up there.

There was a bang at the door.

It was a false call. No nail-clipper lady.

A smoke-smell man who gave something to the people and left.

I found a cat nest. The human had stepped out of jeans and left them there on the floor, the perfect size for me to ball up in.

Oh sure the humans look different but I’ve sneaked into their toilet area. I’ve seen they get skitters just like the best of us felines. Smells basically the same but tinged with fruit.

I get the pattern. 5 days away, 2 days in my fur.

It is rather late. Shouldn’t you two be going?

Oh I get it. It must be an unofficial day to worship me.

Come to the couch and be my heating pad.

Come.

They aren’t coming.

They need more training.

Thanks for your concern at my absence.

I could say I’ve been lazy.

Which is to a degree true. I could say I’ve been on vacation. Which is true since I haven’t been posting.

Biggest truth is the computer remembered my username, password and email account so I didn’t have to.
Then it went and forgot it all!

I was locked out of here. In the rain. With dogs barking in the distance.

But I’m back and its sunny now.

I’ll retro-post a little to get you all caught up.

I woke up from my 4 a.m. nap hungry, just like all my other meals through the night. I seem to ahve run through the kibble so I thought of the next best thing to chasing dust bunnies for a snack — sitting on the female’s bladder. She’s sure to get up that way and top up the bowl.

It works folks.

There were things in the northward sky. Not birds, some kind of slow sky-car? They looked like balloons but with people in them. Sometimes it’s hard for a cat to tell if she’s awake or dreaming.