My stomach doesn’t feel well. I just lost part of it under the couch. Luckily it doesn’t have a betraying stench like human vomit so they don’t know about it yet. Now I just want to nudge my head into the crook of his arm and wait for the nausea to abate. I must look like Ms. Zhou did when the doctor stick a needle in her, my colleague’s face buried into my shoulder for comfort.

Her stomach was making a most unsettling gurgle. I attended to her, placed the balm of my heat on her lap, radiated purrs until I feel her muscle tension release, modelled what I want her to reach for with my eyes mostly closed. O observed my student mirroring, mirroring. As we felt her circulation improve and energy rebound, she didn’t thank me with strokes but got the electronic laptop over. I could have used your undivided attention but won’t waste time on that tail that’s been flicking and go off and find the hairless tom instead.

And you don’t see an apologetic cat much, do you? Between my deciding to nap and too much traffic on blogspot you’ve missed more of ym life than normal. I shall endeavor to get your caught up.

In the last low long shadowed evening light
I am this forest, my ears moths coming to flight
I can feel the breath of plants pluck whisker
after different whisker the depth of coming night,
my back legs flex draw tight to a crouch
I ear, eye, pounce the first crunchy
juice filled cricket that sings for love

My but the longer I’m out here the more I’m exploring the plethora of kit and cat-broods all out here. I added Catster and I no more did that that I discovered Kitten War for who has the cutest mug. Darlings, darlings…

I got a question from a visitor. Not for the first time I was asked about navigating the keyboard with my furred feet. Scrolling to the bottom you’ll see reference to my psychically moblogging but still that leaves a lot of room for expansion. I am a xenobiologist not a technician so for my purposes the exact ins and outs don’t concern me. Functionally I have to sit in near proximity to the server, such as on top of it, or close to an input terminal, such as on the unused back of the chair while my simian uses the front of the chair. My embedded microchip takes it from there.

I’m afraid I dropped a day there. It was a harrowing one. If ever there were a day worth dropping, that would be it. After the indignity of being pressed into that cargo container out a a perfectly snunny nap. The poking and prodding of a strange womean kneeding my stomach and throat and that injection. Whatever brought all that on? The hair between my toepads are dampening again just at the memory. I think I’ll go lie down.

You know if there were anyone to pussyfoot around here, it would be me. I have been surruptitiously observing the increased pace of abode-grooming.

Are there to be more hairless talls coming to see me? Or is this a simian side-effect of longer daylight hours, much like my shedding? There is the potent smell of cleaning solvents in the air and all the hairlicking and plate licking machines that can run have been running all evening.

There was a heavy rainfall for about an hour. The usual sirens from trucks and snores in the night. One of simians snorted to almost awake, sputtered a few words, dislodging the slow steady path of drool from corner of his lip.

The sun keeps getting them out of bed earlier and earlier. They must be getting short of sleep. I wonder if this goes on long enough whether they will be wrastling at each other’s throats? One needs ones sleep.