There are some things to be said about cats and computers and with a wink, this person says a lot like,

“Cats adapt naturally to computers. Millions of years of evolutionary pressures have led to cats’ perfecting sophisticated survival skills that enable them to sit for long hours without moving on top of a piece of consumer electronics, like a TV. (Humans, in contrast, sit in front of the TV set. You can see how far our evolutionary mechanisms have taken us.) The leap from TV top to computer is an easy one to make. In fact, few cats ever notice any difference between the two, especially if humans are staring zombie-eyed at both. However, few make the leap without pulling the lamp along with them. ”

While parts are a bit dated now. It’s been a lifetime since I’ve seen a floppy disk for instance, mostly its a treasure trove to post by. More of it is at http://www.ymmv.com/goodreads/catcomp.html

It seems there is a satisying number of pages out there devoted to my queenly species. An odd number off them seeem to be covertly written by humans instead of by psychic uplink and translation matrix directly from the cat in question like this one tho. One has a heartwarming sound of kitten Chloe http://www.flippyscatpage.com/wavs/chloesqueak.wav

Until next time, I must paws…
Miao

When a door is closed, god opens a window. that may be a fine passive policy for the hairless talls but when I see a closed door, I open it myself.

I don’t know if it was an accidental closure or environmental enrichment exercise but somehow I got closed in the sliding door closet while there were guests. Well, if it was a test, I passed it of course. In no time at all I had manouevered the slide over to see who it was who had come to visit me in my humble quarters.

I graciously greeted the guests after my fashionably late entrance, licking hands all around. They all seemed pleased to meet me, especially the allergic man in the coner. I have a soft place in my heart for those with dander allergies. I like to snuggle up good and close to those people so as to desensitize them.

Ah, kitty porn!

I found this site showcasing the beauty of my brethren.

And my! there are some kingly looking Toms there! Rrror,
http://cat.textamerica.com/

Much better than this http://www.livenudecats.com/ which pushing the line of dignity and good taste. My colleague loves it though.

Oh, and before I get to my catithentics, let me drop on your lap, this other site on how to avoid me from becoming catty because of pet peeves:

http://maxellah.tripod.com/peeves.htm

Miao baby!

When I feel the heat within and without,
the fear like an eagle that eyes my spine,
the tightness that winds my sinews like a twine,
I feel a need inside to knead the breasts of mom.
When I need to go to a safe place I glass my eyes
stand in space, let my paws move to trace the lines
of nipples that would race the warm milk
to comfort soul. I treadle, shifting left and right.
Power and peace will flow, without a doubt.
when I am pursued by fight, flight or fuck,
I reroute myself calm, to purr myself home.
No visions of birds, no image of wind, take placebo in
some shirt or mat, some blanket or pillow to track
ahead by going back to my birthing bed, straw and dust,
trust, the 4 pairs of nipples and soft belly musk of mom.
My hard leathered muscles supple to empty fur best
mother-soft, mother-safe darkness, purring to rest.

It’s a rough brogue of a purr but I find myself pleasantly warmed by the irregular beating lilt of the subjects’ speech. their tones to me often take on a particular flavor as if they were mewing to draw a kit-stump from the hole where she was born with her litter, stumbling blind on a roly-poly belly and tiny nearly bare legs and soft claws. It takes me back to my first litter to hear the tone.

Ah, it feels good to pad about on a sun-warmed floor. What more could I cat want? Well, Tu-na comes to mind but I have nosed in all the cupboard when opened and there seem to be no cans in stock. It’s good to have something to live in hope of though.

All is right in the world after a full-stomach and a nap.

I curled up on the folded leg space of one of the individuals this morning. Most of their sleeping spots are so high that I am getting my exercise with all these hops. Even this one is a bit of a hop but ever so gratifying. My front arm down her leg and her front leg down my side. It is all a lovely celtic love knot.

Now, if you don’t mind I think I’ll pad myself off for another nap.

Off you go. Enough already. How’s a girl to get her beauty sleep.

Not that *I* need any more beauty.

But someone here has got a photo bug. Everytime I close my eyes to sleep I hear a motor of a lense pulling out. True I normally slep with one eye open but is ridiculous. I am Queenly yes, beautiful certainly, but what am I to be pursued by paparazzi like this, Prince William?

There are so many feral individuals out there on diurnal soujourns.

Some with ears that are on short tubes, some long-lobed, some with a lobe directly angled to the head, otehrs with a flap. Some of the species have hair coming out of the canal. The cartiledge is as a flat panel, others subdivided into hollows. Some are black, some pink, some blue and shaved but none I have seen have been calico. Odd. Some species get all the breaks I guess.

They and their friends vary to an amusing degree in scale. Although we do have cousins who are much larger than I am, the lions of the Serengeti and Ocelot of the southern americas, my kind is more lunch than lunch date with these. They do not have the advantage of multi-dimensional living as we do.

So far as canines, they are a bit of a blank. Their code, for it is too primitive to be called a full-fledged language, had eleuded our best code-breakers. We get the general impressions of course. Who could miss the meaning of”loooooonely, got a feeeeling called the blluuuuues” utterance or “yo I’m king.” the more subtle aspects are something of a Rosetta Stone.

How they can be of one small gene pool but be shaped so plastically is a wonder. I suppose it only externally, or at least the genes that vary between them are not that great but manifest physical attributes that give the impression of greater distinctions than there are.

They can hardly make do with the senses they have. Their night vision seems weak and their senses of smell and hearing are like newborns. Yet those opposible thumbs are admirable. I shouldn’t envy them for that though. Had we have developed opposible thumbs we might never have harnessed our superior intellectual ability, the dark 9/10 of the mind that for them, the lights are still not on. telekenesis eludes them even after so many millenium. Indeed even strategic planning a strain on their mental resources whereas I can put it to trivial use such as when I waited for my colleague to go through her scheduled wake up and third turn of the PM then knocked the bag off the counter right onto her dull noggin.

Ah, it wasn’t fair and wasn’t nice but was a highlight of my day.

She got hers though when she waited until I was in stretched out sleep and did a direct assault planting a claw right across my nose. There was some tearing around in circles through this place. Let me tell you that. It’s all a bit of foreplay anyway. Grabbed her by the nape I’ll tell you.

It is hard for a xenobiologist to not get too attached to her subjects. Indeed I find myself making quite the pets out of the gangly pair. They are adorably comically proportioned. It’s a wonder that we don’t begin an industry to make carrying kittens in their shape. Smaller of course to fittheir nape into our kittens’ mouths.

I spend a lot of my day watching out the window over the streaming mass of them. The whole species is rather canine I find. They distribute their fat in distinctive ways, some on the belly making them look at though they are about to have a litter of 10. Some carry it on their back end. Some evenly distribute the weigh throughout or like a pile of cat treats with a narrow top and spreading wide towards the bottom. Or a reversed pyramid of cat treats. excuse me. Snack break.