Finally, feeding time. My eating engine is purring along smooth as butter. (ponder) Doesn’t matter, Time to num down. A watching pot doesn’t boil (unless watched by a cat) and a watched cat doesn’t blog.

Look at me. Wish I had my webcame today. I’m standing on one leg. Incredible.

Of course with the camera you could see the one leg I’m standing on is the hairless tall’s.

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val_lolling, originally uploaded by Cat/nips/naps.

It may be a short day but I do enjoy soaking in some sun while its up. A good back wriggle is so much the better.

I’ve felt rather light headed lately. While in cicadian rush, I can leap tall windowsills in a single bound. Sometimes I try to leap the chair but only get half of me up there and focus my grace on not hurting myself on the landing. I got sniffles. Let’s claw it up to that.

Let me first look up at you with my most apologetic of eyes and say sorry for hiding out of reading range for so long. I have been out of reach of pyschically mo-blogging between being indisposed by mood and by my colleague’s mood to route me under the couch more hours than not.

Cute cat pictures plus #18 is a great sleeeping spot idea that I’ll have to try. I’ve been psyching up and training by leaping back and forth between table and counter.

are they bouncing a basketball indoors again? no, I think it’s my colleague getting frisky. Don’t break the furniture hun.

I feel my toepads popcorning on the lower gravity surface of Whisker Prime 13. My featherweight bones are all but needing claws to just keep from floating off. I see at a distance the flop-eared hooved rabbit creature that I’ve grown to love to hunt. By the light of the 2nd moon I catch a starkly side lit but unmisteable shape of Mror and her consort and arch-enemy Khizz. They are the dominent goddesses of this dimension, Mror-rest-for-all. Her territory spans acres past where I can see. The two are on prowl, caterwauling the night into greater challenge of play and prey. I shadow their figures as do the dozens with me, our heat reaching for the heat of tin-roof binary-star. We track the pathways from tree crests, can travel as squirrels do on earth. We are grace, the shadows of day in our limbs.

We are tangled sheets with each other, each lending heat to heat. I feel mysef soften. I am butter melting across 4 thighs. I am so delicious I could lick myself.

from our covert postion behind the table leg spy the enemy
crouch down low with me.
wriggle the hips
see the flat black and white length
of newsprint.
it is our target.
steady now,
concentrate.

go

go

go

patttta pat, bat, bat-bat-bat-
paht nab it.

Heh. It never saw us coming. Lightning speed feet. heh.
shall we swagger this way and settle for a nap, our task well in paw? Sometimes I Loooooove being a cat.