We have been doing great, what can I say. I have accumulated a few pieces of fine furniture that I treasure, like my cardboard loungers, my cardboard scratcher ramps and my cardboard boxes. My pawpa was a big dice for Halloween last year and I inherited his costume, which makes a great cardboard chateau. I have been learning French, by the way, so I will soon be able to eavesdrop in three human languages. Katya is becoming more crafty when it comes to escaping. My pawrents had to buy her a vest to go to the backyard. She looks so funny ha ha ha! I don't know why she likes the outdoors so much. It's hot and uncomfortable outside with these furs. The other day it had been raining and she got her paws wet and muddy, like ... ugh... a doggie. She rolls on the dirt, too. Kristina and I get inside the house soon after going out but Katya prefers to brave the heat and the mosquitoes for some -overrated- fresh air. Yesterday my meowmie locked her in the bedroom accidentaly before going to work. I have to admit that Kristina and I enjoyed some peace for about nine hours. But we'll keep her around; she's fun when in the mood to play. I need to update my photos!
Last Saturday my pawrents shoved me inside a crate and took me to the vet. I had to ride in a car, how terrible. My cries could be heard all over the entire neighborhood and the world. My sister Kristina followed my lead.
When we got there, I heard someone say: "Let me take Priscilla first; she's THE difficult one".
And took me in my crate to the back room to be weighted and poked in the special place under my tail. What disrespect. The only thing that I liked about this visit was that they remembered me. Someone wrote in a file how mean I can be, and that I bite people. My reputation precedes me. MOL.
Oh, and they thought I pooped myself or had some strange illness, when they found some strange flakes all over me. Those were tuna flakes that my pawrents used to bribe me.( Good thing my parents explained that.) I refused to eat them. They were tuna flakes tainted with deceit.
Once back home, I returned to my angelical self, and proceeded to forget the morninng.
PS: They called me fat, too. I have slowly lost a few ounces. 14.4lbs from ~15 last time I went.
Months ago my meowmie purchased an ebook called Catalyst: A Novel of the Barque Cats (By recognized sci-fi authors Anne McCaffrey and Elizabeth Ann Scarbourough). I think the cover is very pretty.
It wasn’t until a few days ago that meowmie finally got to it. This book contains two of her greatest passions: cats and space.
The story develops in a universe with planets adapted for and colonized by humans and their animals. Space travel is a common and accessible to everyone. Barque cats are a special lineage of felines that are bred to live inside space ships. Their duties include killing vermin inside the ship and detecting gas leaks. Every ship has a Cat Person responsible for caring for these cats.
The story starts with Chessie, a valuable pregnant Barque cat who is kidnapped and taken to a farm. Meanwhile, strange shiny, tasty beetles appear all over the colonized planets, space stations and ships. When ingested they have unexpected effects that could have many innocent animals destroyed by the galactic government for fear of an epidemic. A group of human characters will be on a race to save the lives of all these animals. Where do these beetles come from? How are the cats going to escape their terrible fate?
I give the book two paws up, and I’m looking forward reading the second book titled “Catacombs”.