You're the One For Me, Catty

At last, my talent is recognized

Thank you Catster, for making my diary a feature of the day. I have to admit that I'm not a big fan of the Internet. It's an excuse for humans to waste time that would be better served paying attention to cats. When my human is on her computer, I walk across her keyboard whenever I feel like it. When she's away, though, I'll jot down some of my thoughts on my web pages and order things online.

Today, I spent a lot of time outside. Back in Texas, my human didn't like it when I was outside. I usually would escape when she wasn't careful, and she doesn't like it when I outsmart her. It's not that hard to outsmart a human, though. She was heading out the backdoor today and I ran out underneath her feet. She just grunted and went to her car, where she spent an hour cleaning something in it. I wandered up and down our staircase and stalked some birds. Every now and then she would call me, and I would give my obligatory meow to her, but I wouldn't go near her. I don't like her car, and I can't trust her not to stuff me in it to take me somewhere.

My hair is changing color from all of the sunlight I'm getting in our new home. My human calls me "California Kitty" now. My highlights are coming out. I'm a pretty cat. "A pretty annoying cat," my human would say. She thinks she's so clever.

My human's sibling doesn't seem to know that my human has been keeping me on a dry crap diet. Yesterday she gave me salmon, beef, and bacon. It was delicious! Today I meowed and meowed at my human, but she said to me, "Your auntie may give you those things, but not me." Jerk.