[sneeze]

Human dander. it gets everywhere. But these things we must bear stoicly. Some days are easier than others as appearent from the drag the buttom on ground posture, keep low, keep moving until safely hidden away posture they have today.

Its peculiar that with tailless, these creatures still can convey the universal language of tail-droppedness. Of course the tail isn’t the only aspect of posture but still.

I found a pidgen catonese page. I’m not sure what to make of it.

She’s been catlapped. Which is just as well. I feel so much better in the intestines on the hot water bottle of her under me to complement the sun over us. Shall we look at Carnival of Cats’ linkfest?

Or shall I contemplate my interstellar space equations or read simian science develop in the form of the dropping cat and toast experiment

Life is nothing but decisions sometimes.

that answers that.

I’ll just be over here.

I must speak to the decorators. There aren’t nearly enough pillows around here. Ah, well, this soft mound will have to do. I wonder how long I could treadle on her rump to Mother Cat State of Mind before she swats me?

Ever notice the more tense you are the more mellow everyone else seems and the more mellow you are the more tense others should be? I should be kind, but then, I am only feline.

And I have entirely too much time on my hands to not plot revenge for that hogging of the food yesterday. Ms Zhou shouldered me out the way and the hairlesses didn’t notice and left me hungry (and grouchy!) til next feeding.

My colleague’s in a long-laid-out-stretch of a nap in the sun. (She has switched her dreams to scamble pattern for privacy sake. It drives me wild out of curiosity when she does that. Even unencoded, I can’t read her dreams as well as the hairless tall synapses. Wonder what she’s dreaming.) She is running mid dream. (from me?) I creep up in my most stealthy of stealth modes and land a good swat on her ear.

She springs back from me with a hiss.

Uppity are we missey? You know *I’m* the one with the hiss privilege here. Double-long hiss for that!

That reciprocal hiss makes her roll back on her hind legs, the ball she is getting to be. She narrows her eyes at me and pats the air as if tp retaliate but doesn’t.

I make another lunge forward to see if I can put her on the run with a swat. Can’t even feel her ribs anymore but she doesn’t need them anyway. Her corset of quaking nerves keeps her muscles tight enough to replace bones anyway. Heh.

Just a quick link before I rip through the house chasing those chimeras veiled as infrared mice, actually. I’ll do that now. Why don’t you look at suitably inspiring images for your own Karate Kittens power quest?

There can be some heady scents around here but I must say I appreciate the hairless tall choice of hand cologne this evening. Lobster with a touch of one of my personal favorites to snafu, butter.

The simians have brought by some visitors for me. They are feral, completely untrained for lap hopping protocol I’m afraid. Their training was just getting underway when I was uncerimoniously lifted by my stomach and taken to another room for food. Surely they know that entertaining trumps …mmm…food….what was I saying?

Well, that’s the most fun you can have without a mouse. One mustn’t laugh at other’s misfortunes. At least not until they are feeling better about it too.

You know what happened? My colleague-of-little-brain noticed the laundry closet door open and decided that behind the clothes-licker machine would be an ideal place for a nap.

I had observed however that the hairless jane had just put a load of clothes in there. Soon the timer would come on and the machine would start. While Ms. Zhou lay curled up asleep back there, hairless jane, closed the laundry closet door trapping my foibled-furry-friend in with the secodn loudest machine in the house about to come on.

Come on it did and the meowing and scratching you have never heard before! Luckily for my nap, the hairless jane was still around to rescue the hapless napless old nodder.

My collegue tends towards passive aggresive, rarely purrs, often spends her days and nights in the closet (yes, post-traumatic stress of B-B’s to the head is hard to get over but, c’mon lady! No one gets far in this life without some personal trauma)

What does she do? She often complains, insists on infectively giving me voice lessons, she gobbles her food (and mine) and upon touch (simian or feline) recoils into an arched back. That isn’t good. Normal walking posture is straight spined. Ah, but here’s the ticket to fix her right up, social therapy and valium (I knew the simians were withholding the good stuff. You may have to help with the prescription and the bottel top though.)