The people came home. One had melted cheese on one hand and on the pant leg. I gave it a good thorough cleaning. Must be tidy. What would they do without me?

(No progress on the whole green plant thing yet)

It looked like a trick. A new plant appeared. I kept a polite distance while they watched then they picked me up and carried my nose to it. I sniffed its intoxicating aroma but held firm and didn’t bite. Maybe tonight when they’re asleep.

(P.S. I’ll try to look cute around it and see if they’ll take a picture of it with their flash-box.)

Dolly’s picture

Little housefly she is. She has settled. She is sitting. Her legs are straight.

I approach and signal my intent to settle by straddling her knees. I lick one hand and ask it to move. I lick the other hand and ask it to be moved. I look up. No response. I lick the first again. Fine we’ll do this the bumpy way and I turn three times and settle on the knees, hands and all.

What happened next? I determined it made a disconcerting rolling sound and was too heavy to bat.

It smelled of chicken, yes, but no sign of rabbit scent.

It smelt of one of those horrid green vegetables that those people persist in eating.

I walked away. It gave chase. (I suspect the humans were involved).

I ran away. It curved after me.

I leapt on the sofa. It couldn’t reach me there.

I took a nap. (with one ear cocked to a peculiar heavy rolling sound)

[What’s that? (sniff, sniff) ]

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(Happy Easter)

Some like it hot, but shade is good too.

No worries Carmen. I wasn’t snatched to the box of death in the rattling noise box. I was just snatched into the other room.

Shortly afterwards there were at least 2 tom-men utterly without cat-greet. Unthinkable while I’m on duty but my door is closed.

How can I possibly be courteous to guests trapped in here? How these humans conceive of politeness is sometimes beyond my capacity to claw closer, even after this career-long study of them.

I was just looking at Cat humor (that’s the place I got that last place I mentioned) and what do you know I was picked up by my chest and back legs and taken from the desk. The nerve. Can’t they see I’m workin —

If you are taken off the lap, do you prefer to sit on something connected to the body, like a edge of shirt, corner of skirt, further along the same blanket? works for me.