Lovely cats over at Forfuras in Argentina. As for myself, I’m roaming the wild range of desktops. It’s been quite a tail-flick so far. I jumped on jane’s desk and skidded on some papers but managed to stay on top, walked across her keyboard to turn off the beep sounds, jumped over to her shelf and pushed some books out of the way onto the floor so I could perch. I patted at her back and jumped down and clawed her leg but the whole focus on me thing wasn’t getting across. I ran over to tom’s office (in my home I mean) and put myself on his lap. It was warm and all and after a few turns I settled in.

It’s sunny. I alternate between lying on jane’s lap and sun patches. Jane hasn’t been clattering on keys at all. She has a paper internet in her hands. Much quieter.

After a while I toddle off and go watch the wind move the grasses on the balcony.

Did you catch my chest hair in that last shot.

Here’s a closer-up of my fresh-groomed softness.

Thought since I was showing off, I may as well show you around.

Here’s the view into the room from my hidey-spot bird watch post.

Right under here is clear of chairs and so on so I can leap really well.

And this is the outer hall just past the litter box (I won’t go into the hairbally details there).
It’s where I go nose to nose through the crack with the long-haired lady down the hall.

The sun I mentioned soaking in. It’s been dark days ever since but lovely to remember.

Rolling in sunshine.

Stretch the back like this.

And roll forward, cleaning body along with the soul.

The humans left for Dec 31 to Jan 2nd and took the computer with them./ A visitor for hire came in their place. I have to go. Tuna calls.

I like the smaller rooms of the house, like the room between the springy-chair and the wall, the sitting area behind the desk, the low-ceiling under the step. As I was sunning myself there were camera movements. I’ll scan their computer later to see if I can show you the shots.

I am not asleep.
One eye is shut.
That does not
make me —

BIRD

see, totally 100% aaawake.

Yes, seems like the right time to brrrrrrrrrp about. I am the embodiment of dexterity and speed. To the top of the counter, to the base of teh wall, zip, zip and collide not at all. Turn tight corners and race behind the dresser, feel the narrow confines and run backwards, no pressure. Over the step and under the bed and out the other end. Merrily derry-do until I need to flop snoring on the bed.

Thanks for all your Christmas greetings guys.

There is still left over turkey here. And can you believe it. They passed over most of it again and ate more poison called chocolate instead. They are hard to understand.

In came two humans I’ve never seen plus a human kit. Naturally I dove for under the bed. The nail clipper people are coming in hordes now? I did put up quite a fight on the last visit. Maybe they would try to overpower me en masse. Then a worse thought occurred — they’ve come for the bird! Just when I thought we were going to have this turkey all to ourselves too. Oh well, it is big enough to let them have a little.

The human kit crawls on all fours but has none of the grace or dexterity of a cat. While we were under the table she seemed amused by me, then lost interest. Can’t say I felt much different myself.

My long anticipated, mouth watering turkey came to pass into my digestive tract. I got 5 pieces. I expect more tomorrow naturally. There was still a lot of meat on that carcass when the kit and strangers were packed up and off again.