Wrap me in a flag and call me Canadian.

What am I saying….?

Figuratively people. Figuratively. Stop chasing me.

What was I saying?

Enjoy yourselves. That’s it. Happy Canada Day.

Yes I had wanted to be stroked and led the tom and jane over there to be catted.

But, see? Birds.

Must be off.

Changeable as a cat isn’t that what they say?

Everyone has their less photogenic moments but these sure looks like sour pusses

They lured me with special crunchie chicken treats. I was sure I could sneak one but they snatched me up and took away my sharp points, they did.

Never trust your trecherous stomach

The ringing that precedes being restrained.

The elevator comes.

The cat lady cometh and there goeth my clawses. I am under the bed until further notice.

It’s Sweetie’s mom’s BD today

Did you know humans have places where they go go and role play as cats? They get their nails clipped and get petted for hours. Local humans call them spas.

I didn’t want to hork on the floor but there was this hairball and the carpet seems a better choice but then the man chased me and I ran into a table leg and then into the sofa. So many legs and all this diaphragm action. What a grievous afternoon. Think I’ll go sleep on the hem of some skirts in the closet.

The man was watching the flickering blue thing but his eyelids were getting heavy in a way that would do a cat proud. I knew the time was coming. I watched from the edge of the sofa. When he shifted to lie down for just a minute I made my move. Onto his stomach. We got in a good 3 hour’s sleep that way.

All the important stuff was looked after. She was fed. He was fed and I was fed.

We’d all had our go at our respective litters. What more is there to life?

Me of course.

She, the regular jane, was fidgety. Although not quite at the level of cat-boxing imaginary moths in the corner, she could use a bit of cat-care.

As soon as she sat down to check her email, I nabbed her. I grabbed that opportunity and catted her solidly, leveraging all my weight and intent against her intent to be busy.

Show over. She was out for the count in under 2 minutes flat.

(Don’t worry I only use my sedative powers for the sources of good.)