I draw a few snarks (i.e. deep head jerking, muzzle pumping breaths) because the window is open. Those birds I saw, hm, wonder if they’ll fly through screen. Sunbeams seem so much more intensive through screen. So does that dog cry. So many directions of smell. Go on without me. I’ll be here a while.

It may be overcast outside but the simians have run my towel through their electric sun machine and now it’s fresh as me.

Just when I was thinking I would rather take advantage of the day by not interrupting this gorgeous sun patch with my moving shadow, along came The Presurfer with a link useful for you simians among my readers. The Cat Translation Dictionary Now dialects may vary but it should be a start for you to know how distinct these few are in sound and meaning —

rrrow-miawww
I have remedied the cat box untidiness by shoveling the contents as far out of the box as was practical.

miaowmiaow
Play with me.

Miaowmioaw
Have you noticed the shortage of available cat toys in this room?

mmeww
I believe I have heard a burglar.  If you would like to go and beat him senseless, I shall be happy to keep your spot in the bed warm.

an angle of light
weighs down
my left whiskers

May I be smug for a moment, bask in the Mror blessed life I lead? Not only have I rebalanced power and become alpha cat again, winning my rightful place in the sunny chair, had the satisfaction of putting a dotted blood line on the right side of my colleagues jaw to match the left clip, but feeding regimen has shifted. Having noticed her growing tonnage, she has been put on low-calorie food while I, wasting away so that my pelvis is doing a good job scraping my hide away from the inside, my piteous mows for food being deferred on, has been switched over to Fancy Feast turkey and chicken cutlets. Each time we are fed in separate rooms, my colleague makes a racket locked away from my treats. Each time she’s released she licks in vain the plate I have utterly licked clean. She sniffs my breath to get some whiff of that positively re-mewable scent but its all mine. Puurrrrrrfect.

If I had a thumb like these polydactyle mitten cats I wonder if I could get into the Fancy Feast Cans? I can’t seem to raise any of them on the psychic network to ask. Perhaps New England is out of telepathic range for the angle of earth curvature.

As is I’ll have to make do just using my regular ole toes (and claws) on the seated behind and see if that will raise a lid.

They say, tehm simians that the more time you associate with eachother, the more you look alike in some convergent evolution. Circumstantial evidence, mere coincidence I assure you. But still, it is aethetically pleasing. And cats are nothing if not masters of being the aesthetically pleasing so here we go, some lovely photos of my favorite species to pose:

Biker Kitty andCan you tell who’s who? here either for this other set of buddies.

As a scientist in charge of studying this household, in their off hours, I use part of my times to research of simian “culture” (It is characterized by simpler hierarchies, more idiosyncratic systems, highly variable region to region, and communication largely without body language compared to Feline Culture).

In what my charges call “pop culture” there is this model called “Lassie” where the heroic animal leads the simian animals to what they need to know by repeatedly vocalizing and leading the simians closer. My junior colleague (majoring in song studies as you may recall) leads the vocalization while I lead the charge to encourage them to bring us more canned food.

Their eyes look my size, almost. As I sit at their bedside, in what would be whisker reach if they had whskers, I feel we are almost the same species. In sleep her eyes almost open in the dreamer’s watching. I can ignore the peripheral sprawl of long limbs, the thickness of neck, can mentally fur her funny pug face into being feline.

I just read about the feline annointed with the name cuddlebag who had a Wild Ride