No litter box cleaning. No simian. I shall have to use this out of the way rug since all the plants have stones over their soil. This is most unfortunate. Can’t be helped. All I can do is snooze until my simian and food arrive. Perhaps a trip to dimension 6 can keep me occupied and from making piteous sounds that further agitate my colleague.

Should i be concerned. Our simian charge did not come on schedule. What could have delayed her from coming to see me?

Oh dear, but my stomach cramps. excuse me.

It’s rather strange to not have the machines running and no course of new objects to nest on, no fresh laundry hot from the dryer to lick one’s bottom on comfortably. Think it’s nearly time for my catithentics. Perhaps I’ll bat my colleagues ears and see if I can provoke her into a good chase. She could use the exercise.

The kibble lady was more interesting than that spider is. There’s a tiny male that keeps plucking her web to get her attention but so far she hasn’t eaten him. The spider I mean not the kibble lady. No one is eating her so far as I can smell.

The cat across the way hasn’t been on my side of the window shade for ages. He had said something about sensing a box ride coming in teh noisy big box. I do hope that turns out well for him. A lakeside retreat not extended doctor. They seemed happy with him, no reason to change his simians on him.

The kibble lady walked around the house a lot this time. She checked the cool box, watered plants outside more. They are nearly a forest. Albeit an exceedingly narrow one with not nearly enough birds in the foliage and not a single squirrel.

The kibble lady came and went out on the balcony but wouldn’t let me out too. She picked some greenery but didn’t eat it. I wonder if her stomach is bothering her and she wants to eat it to vomit later out of sight with dignity. I always aim for out of sight but sometimes it takes you by surprise and you run for the back of the shoe closet but end of spraying the shoes instead. (Sorry about that.)

My colleague came out out her clothes shade area to greet our visitor. Will wonders never cease. She did come over to greet, arch for a pat, rub up and then remembering herself, hiss and run off. That’s my dear demented collegue, back to normal.

By the look out the window and by how much the seagulls are not flying it must be deathly hot. I wonder if there is some way I can convey to her to turn the air cooler off.

She’s late.

I can feel a protest rising in my throat. I have waited all night for her, but no, the mechanical lift sound is dinging. She’s coming. She’s coming.

Compose yourself Valderbar.

She will be here any minute. I am at my post by the entry door ready to oversee my litter box cleaning, use it, oversee the pouring of kibble and those things out of the way settle in for my petting. I must say I do like her technique, not lifting me off all 4 feet at all but stooping her crane legs down to my level. nice.

Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow’s taken.

More cat haiku
The haiku are far more cynical than I am but different strokes for different strokes and speaking of which, could you get just to the lower edge of my right ear?

I do appreciate this punctual 10 am petting. I look forward to it daily.

This is a lovely picture of a cat nipping some fresh green.