It’s HER. She who clipped nails. There was no warning. No doors closing me off into one room but that tone is unmistakeable. There s nothing to be done but wait it out. You first Ms. Zhou. I’ll be under the couch.

I don’t feel like writing today. let this girl just clean your screen for you and we’ll call it a day shall we.

Breathe on me again cheese breath. Excuse me while I clamber up over your legs and put my front paws on your chest to get a good whiff.

Oh, did that startle you? You didn’t eep like earlier when I pounced you when you were reading. That was a wonderful variation on mouse sounds. Do that again. that was fun.

Ah, they have returned to my place wearing knitwear again. All those lovely bubblewrap pockets of air to pat and release the outdoor cool air and, to kill two birds with one bite, also gets across my urgent need for a refill in the foodbowl department.

I know intellectually that the refresh rate of the human eye is slower but on a belief level, I still feel irritated that they could be fascinated by such stilted jolting blotchy images and call it a “movie”. I do love the buttery smell associated with the thing though.

The tree is down. All 4 feet of it’s PCV goodness. There is a great rearrangement of ribbons going on and the cards I use for insulation from the window have been picked up. I wonder how long before a newspaper gets laid down for my nappng pleasure?

Papernapkin said national de-lurking day was yesterday, but I was asleep. You too?

Leave a comment? I can see between 30 and 40 shadows a week, most willowy hairless talls, want to say boo?

There is a devil’s moon tonight and the simians have come in with positive ion donuts around their forms. They leave a trail of malaise that makes my sensitive digestion even more hair-trigger. They are restless won’t cuddle, axacerbating my cold sweaty toepads.

To forgive their mistakes, feline.

A loose knit sweater. A lovely choice for the day. Air pockets can house lots of scent for me to sniff when she gets back. Meanwhile, since the simians won’t let me sniff their butts directly, I can content myself with greeting the seats of their chairs for what news I can browse through til they come back with their breaths of fresh air clinging to them and consequently, I’ll cling to them as well.

I track the sun this morning, grooming and settling in at the wall, moving from it to the end of the counter, to under the table and nap there too. When I awoke in a pool of shadow again, my hips grown stiff from the grey chill, I followed my nose to the far wall and let the massage of sunbeams do its job again.