I pat her shoulder but only get a non-coordinated swat in the direction I used to be standing.

I’m hungry. I’ll sit here with my fur and stomach grumbles to your cheek.

No stir. You’re fast asleep.

I’ll move between your legs. Core body temperature has raised since last time.

Can you feel this warm ball here?

No? Ok, I’ll walk up your meridian line and see if that helps…

As I stood on her chest and looked at her closed eyelids, they jumped back.

Bingo. Now let’s see what you can do about getting me some food.

Itch in ear.
Scratch that.
No wait.
Itch on tail.
What to do?
Nap wins.

Anyone know why blogger can’t let me back or forward date entries like before?

This was the horridist day.

As I napped peacefully, I was grabbed! Catnapped into a small box, put in a box with a loud noise, taken away to those people again.

I knew that’s where we would end up. I meowed loud all the way hoping I could persuade them, deter them from that but to not avail. Those antisepetic people stole my blood, they poked me with needles, they cut my toenails.

On the plus side I met Skittles in the waiting room. (That’s her human name.) We conversed for a long time. It seems she, queenly longhair with a striped grey coat, has to go there monthly. Can you imagine?! She lives with a dog too. We were just getting down to meaty stuff when one of those people scooped her away.

After all that I’ll be napping, with one eye open.

See, right here:

Sniff, snuff, sniff — treat crumbs means treats. Chomping down I’m not sure what to conclude beyond it not being a treat. Don’t bite the fingers that feed you, or do and hear a spectacular scream.

I feel like a kitten today. Warm sun sinking into the bones. A treat of tuna always gives me zip and on top of that crunchy whiskas treats. I chased those ones down! Ha! Only once did I do a headstand against the wall at high speed.

And bonus: they left the treat bag out! Oh, for thumbs! for thumbs!

As I napped a shadow passed over my face. I jerked my chin from my wrists and aimed my nose level to track where the bird would be, when I pried my eyes open, I was only a smokestack between me and the sun.

Long shadows…. I love that. See how huge I am on the wall. It’s like I’m a movie star in a very private showing. I arch my back almost to the ceiling.

Is it morning? I hear people yelling in the street? I try to look but when I lift my head, my eyes didn’t actually open. Oh well, can’t say I didn’t try.