No loud perfumy-one. 8 unknown humans. None came after me with nail clippers for over 2 hours. I felt it safe to come out from under the couch. One man was allergic so I sat on him. He pets nice but he left.

All has returned to normal.

What a vacuum twice in two days? Is that loud-speaking woman with the heavy perfume coming back?

Since the woman isn’t running from the vacuum I think I’ll stay on her lap.

Unless it comes too close.

Not the vacuum and the window spray on the same day! What are they doing with my desk-bed papers?

What a shock after all this chest sitting time before they got up.

The female moved the desk a couple tail widths. Now I can lie behind it and be near her. This is much better than sitting on her wheeled chair. My tail is grateful.

When I rub my cheek on a hand, I want the people to understand context. It may be fondness but sometimes it’s obviously, move your hand because it is sitting where I am going to sit, lick it over, lick it over. When I sit on the hand, it’s my second choice, believe me.

A grey overcast day.

The people seem to be around. I call them to the couch to demonstrate how to observe how to still still and be.

They don’t get it and try to brush me then, confused, rush into their hurry again.

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They may need years more of training.

You know if they ran in their sleep like us, and slept less more often, I bet their bones wouldn’t makes such popping sounds when they finally get up.

It’s so quiet. Not even music. Did they sneak out during my nap?

I checked all the usual computer positions but they weren’t there.

I went yowling around the perimeter in my contact call and no reply.

It was ok though. I found them out on the balcony.

I tried the mind-control look with this:

Look at the size of you. You must have a cat-sized stomach. I am a cat. Therefore give me all of your fish.

I am bigger than I’ve ever been
My hair is all standing on end.
Lightning and thunder are closer
than heartbeats. My eyes are so big
they could swallow all of the sky.