The human was going to take a flashy-flash picture of me. We won’t have that. A cat can’t sleep with all this paparazzi about. I know I’m beautiful but one must contain oneself. Be inspired by the subject and take on a queenly air.

I didn’t think that would fly. Failing that., I slept on the camera. A lens fit nicely in the skin flap under my leg. Good curl around surface overall. Plus effective.

Apart from the whispers and coos at my cuteness. But I can live with that.

The temporary Jane was an upgrade. She know to add hot water to food not microwave it and make it all more cooked. She knows that those bitter white things are better as a powder. I can’t lick past them that way. She petted me at the same time twice a day. She was dependable.

Sure I miss you too.

But do you think you get get training from temporary Jane. Clearly she knows cats.

You may have guessed since the last post that the people closed the lid on the computer and turned it off when they went.

They’re back therefore I am back. They’ve just come staggering in like some old tom in the wee hours.

Brush?

I like the comb but brush. Hm, I can live with that. especially, right about…higher, ….

higher…yep. there too. there., there is good.

excuse me I’ll have to give this my full attention.

This is really odd.

No one to keep me warm at night. Just me and the tail. And you folks of course.

…

Couldn’t I keep the loaner Jane overnight?

Of course she has her own two cat-toms herself to look after.

With a certain whiff de other-house and Siamese young female if I’m not mistaken.

What’s with the replacement Jane?

What have you done with my usual people.

Treats? did I see a treat flick that way.

You’re alright for a furless.

If I sit on your pillow and sneeze on you, will you wake up.

Not that I would do that.

I’ve just heard.

Some do.

Some very naughty cats do.

But not me

Nope.

Time does fly when you’re flatulating. I mean, what did they give me anyway?!?

I snuck a look at the can and do you know there was a dog on it. A dog.

Just because I turn up my nose at cat food, we don’t have to get ridiculous.

Cheese will do.

A strange jane came by again.

She came in and purred in human at me in that hinge-like way.

I think she likes me.

Strategies one needs strategies but what shall I do with all this ambition? I have no co-cat colleague to pounce anymore. I try tripping the tom and jane in the dark but they watch out for me now.

Think, think, what to do? I have redesigned my litter arrangement and decided I will use only one corner.

Too easy. No, I think I’ll need more strategizing than that.