I dream of chasing feet. Boring dream come to think of.

I seem to be sleepy more than usual.

Warm floor, drool and droll me.

Snow. I hear cars whisper. Too cold for humans to yell in the street.
All of them must be indoors in the warm like me.

I go to the glass, feel that it is colder than even my nose.
I contemplate putting my whiskers and nose to the cheek of the sleeping humans.
But discard the idea. It isn’t even likely to rouse them. They walked tired today.
Perhaps I’ll do my catiothentics without the yells this time.

What a great amount of sun. I could soak it in for days. Who needs sunset?

Sun becomes everyone, adds
beauty to the color of the collar
ruff of lion-rim of jaw
sun takes the raw grey
from the day and saturates
the world back with its deep
muscle relaxant press
sun between the ribs
and I feel filled.

The history of the tabby cat provides an interesting general outline. Of course that’s a general tabby, not anyone I know personally. After all, it’s only fur and color. Personalities differ.

And I no longer speak of being alone than a new cat came in to my very home. The tom went to take away my litter and while the door was open a grey tiger came in. We had no more than exchanged formalities when he was rudely ushered away by excited humans.

The black long-haired beauty that used to peep at me from behind the curtains seems to have moved. I haven’t seen or here transmissions from her in weeks.

The little kit who came to scratch at my door hasn’t come in ages either.

The human-cat ratio of off. What’s happening to this neighbourhood?

Not really feeling my usual fabulous feline self. Peckish towards food. Really soak in those cuddles more than usual. Laying low but should be back to form before long.

I got this meme via Beau

Favorite place to sleep? What kind of sleep? Dozy sleep, squeezed in between the two on the couch. Deep sleep requires my chair. Light nap mid-floor of the couch room

Favorite music? deep male voices

Favorite toy? cat treats thrown and deflected off walls and windows to pounce

Favorite flavor of Stinky Goodness? Whatever is newest. I like to switch randomly between seasfood and poultry just to keep things interesting for the humans. Environmental enrichment helps stimulate their intelligence you know.

Favorite human? I couldn’t choose between the top two.

Favorite game? Pillow pounce-bounce by moonlight.

Favorite window? The one in the corner with views in both directions.

Favorite naughty thing to do? sneaking food off the counter.

See, the 12 days of a cat’s Christmas?

Not much happening around here. Jane was too tense sorting small non-food items so I walked back and forth to lighten the mood. That’s about it.

Yooo-mmiooou. You’re still in bed but I have to go potty.

Herrrrrroooo. Did you hear me? I’ll try again louder?

Yes, I have the tom’s attention. Concentrate tom. Yes, come my way.

No, what are you doing? Forget the clothes licker machine for a minute. Concentrate.

Litter tom, litter. No, no, that’s food. Listen to my pronunciation tom.

No, don’t pick me up. See if I run away, picking up is not the thing.

Sheesh. Lassie never had this problem.

Follow me tom. Way over here tom.

Good, litter, good.

No, don’t go. All of it out.

We need new sand here tom.

You’ve got a big enough nose. Surely you can smell that.

Arg! people! Maybe we can train chimps. Trade em if you got em.