Rather than watch from a distance, or slink away, or merely inspect a hand, I’ve taken to greeting this newcomer at her puntual 10:45 am round. My colleague still welcomes her as much as one would welcome a rabid dog, but then, she responds that way to other things as well, like drumming music, a visitor to clip the toes, a pup on another balcony, a shadow of a bird. Anything will send her to the far scratches of the closet.

There’s this huge spider the size of my nose building a nest on the outside of my window. I didn’t see her until her shadow fell across my sunset-lit beauty. She is a beauty too. You know the biggest spiders are ladies and they outlive the men. I hope she’ll be staying around a while. I could use some new company.

Some day the living is easy and some days the food comes in hardily and tardily. Did I not get skimped here or did the colleague of ill-refute come and snark entirely too many servings. But how could that be? I have never slept through a kibble drop when I am not knocked out by doctor’s drugs. Could I have sleepwalked and ate? But I feel so hungry…There can be no other explanation. That kibble drop was about 20 bits short of a load.

I’ve been behind in my communications but the smell from behind is always interesting. Simon’s a new cat on the blog but it’s always a pleasure to have someone new nosing around.

Can’t say I have been up to much mischief this hour. Are you surprised.

I was having a lovely trip through the other dimensions however. Krasstail Palace is so lovely this time of year. The heat is even more sumptious than here.

There is music from the simians out there. There’s a whole lot of wiggling of flags and not a cat in sight to pounce on it. Happy Canada day. Consider yourself virtually swatted Mr. Flag.

Someone here is a little understimulated. Catisthentics isn’t quite enough to burn off myu excess energy. Chewing the papyrus isn’t nearly as much fun when it doesn’t get a rise out of the simians and make them charge across the room or hiss at me.

It will be a full night’s sun before the next hairless tall comes to attend to our alter for Mror. All one can do until then is lay plans…and sit on the counter until my unassuming, wee bit deaf colleague starts to miss me, search unsuccessfully. Then I shall pounce on her back. Nip her ears. Then she shall know that I am most definitely, completely here.

Arooowwwww.
rrroorr.
Mortifying.
It’s always low-feeling to have to resort to vocalization. It seems the black and white spotted one and I can’t establish any stable telepathic link. Do you remember who I mean? She’s the cat kittycorner to me across the windows on the other tail of the building. I can see her sit between the drapes and the window glass. We engaged in a protracted staring match – no reason really. We just were both bored and it’s only fair to spread my mischief around and not let my colleague bear the full brunt of my cuddle-deficit irritability. I’m thoughtful that way.

The substitute hairless tall brought in dog smells on her feet. She always does but this time ti was particularly piquant. A young male cokcer spaniel if I’m not mistaken. Why do those creatures not bathe themselves? Their tongues doesn’t have a fine comb like mine but it has lengths and wet-th. There is the breath matter. I can sense he panted on her right arm about 2 hours earlier. Luckily the stubby-nosed ones have poor smell and don’t suffer the worst for it.

Axh, ach, ach. One more hairball for the road? I wiah this place had wall-to-wall sandbase then I could bury the thing. Carpet is overrated.