I’m a big cat now.

An unattributed candid shot of a cat blogger in Belgium

They accidentally shut me out of the bed room! bad news.
Good news: when the big, close storm came, they opened the door.
Graciously, I came and did my duty to hover and protect. I live to serve.

The humans brought home a peculiar set of gifts for me. The fresh feather of pigeon I particularly appreciate. The two house fly visitors less so.

One or the other kept landing on me as I napped. I don’t like to snap at guests but in theses cases, I have to make an exception.

My lap stood me up again and then carried me to the food. I can walk. I would rather sit but what can you do with fidgety-folks. All they need is to settle down with a good brushing, of me of course.

Have you see these cats acting out emoticons

The picture above can be clicked on for a better view.

So can these two of more me in the sun:

Watch where you’re going long legs. I am not a football. My feet can only take me so far so fast.

I don’t really get with it soon enough to get nominating for the Blogs of Summer but I voted. You all doing that too?

There is a way to stroke. Watch my tail.

If he’s going to stroke on a flat plain careening into my bones and doesn’t notice the increasing flick of my tail tip, as pleasant as this could be, I will need to walk away from the warm pillow which is him.

The man needs to know where my luxurious hair ends and air begins. He needs to attend to the position and shapes of my lithe musculature.

Hairball! What’s with this not knowing where my head is? More lessons for him later.

I’ve decided to make a change in my dietary requirements. From now on I would like to be treated as a butter-and-gravytarian. Now, how to get the word out?