The creature moves!

Hello again.

Just a bit after I managed to finally forgive mother for bringing the creature home, the creature started crawling. Soon, she was chasing me. I do not like this at all. Fortunately, the creature is not able to pull up on the couch or mom's bed, so I spend most of my waking days jumping on the couches and using the headrests to get around MY living room when the creature invades it, and I take my daily naps on mom's bed.

Boris, who I'm starting to realize isn't very bright, actually interacts with the creature. He says that having your tail pulled and your furs pulled isn't so bad, and that she's actually getting somewhat less rough. I reserve my right not to find out firsthand.

I think he's just trying to get on the creature's good side so she may be bribed into opening the cupboard where the food is, and giving us food on command. I'm all for training your staff young, but I believe she's a little too young to reach the food.

The human creature

Long time no write. Since I last wrote, my mom went and got this thing called a baby. It's this creature that screams, poops and cries. It's kind of like a dog, basically, but with pink skin and little hair.

For a very long time, I was very scared of the creature, and would hide whenever it was awake. Eventually, I realized that as long as it was not near me, it could not harm me. So last month I claimed her lair as mine (see: picture). The creature just slept in her half of it, and I in mine. I like it there. There's all sorts of soft stuff, and it smells nice.

Unfortunately, the creature keeps getting bigger and more mobile. The other day she managed to sit up next to me and pinch my fur while I was relaxing on the living room couch. Now, being a nice, sedated ladycat, I just shot my mom a look to tell her "Can you believe this creature? She thinks she can just touch my furs willy nilly!". Mom removed the creature's offending hand, and said something about being gentle.

This gives me hope that the creature can be properly trained to worship me. Then again, I heard mom say that a toddler chasing us will probably be the only thing that gets Boris and I into shape... fortunately, it doesn't sound like the creature is a toddler yet.

State of the kitty

Last week we went to the vet. I didn't like it one bit, which is strange because I usually like the vet people. The vet said I was in good health, except for the fact that I'm 11.9 lbs. He said that's a little big, but once mom told him that Boris and I were both on a diet to make sure Boris lost weight, he said to just keep an eye on me, and hopefully I too would lose weight.

The next day, momma caught me red handed eating Boris' leftover Weruva, so she decided that from now on the wet food goes away after 15 minutes. Not a problem because I lick my plate clean, usually. But boy, I really liked getting the best of Boris, especially since he used to be a food bully (he's gotten better at it, nowadays he even lets me eat dry food first sometimes).

Speaking of the big guy, yesterday he turned four, but mom said she could not give him a proper celebration: daddy had a minor operation so he can't really lift things for a few days, and mom is big and fat and can't move around (there's something in her tummy growing, not sure what it is exactly, except that Boris says it likes to kick him when he tries to lay by mommy). She can barely keep up with the litterbox now that dad can't, and she doesn't have the energy for anything else. She did spend most of the day taking naps with Boris, he probably liked that because he's a big attention hog.

My present to him was playing with him even though he always wants to play longer than I like. You only turn 4 once, I suppose, so instead of doing my usual hiding and growling at him when he gets pushy, I just kept playing with him. But boy am I tired today, and I've decided to take a well needed rest by hiding out in the linen closet. Shhhh! Don't tell the orange guy!

Quiet day

I am sleeping next to mommy because she is my favorite person right now for sneaking me my favorite food (Weruva Mediterranean Harvest) to make sure I get to eat. Shhh... Don't tell Boris about that. He would be pretty upset if he found out (not to mention that he wouldn't have let me eat it in peace).

Mommy says that I had a cold earlier this week, but now I seem all better (I am certainly enjoying the extra TLC I've been getting... Secret Tuna Entree? Check! Baby food? Check! Extra ear scritches and brushings? Check... I tell you, I'm living THE LIFE!), and she is pretty happy about that.

I like my afternoon naps on the couch because we get sun in the afternoons, and the couch has red blankets that smell like the whole family (mom's note: it's true, the couch is a favorite napping spot for both us and the cats, hence the permanent blankets). =D

A message from mom

Gracie spent her day in the spotlight lounging on my winter coat, which I laid out on the bed of our guest room. She's loving it, and her dad aptly pointed out that it's very reasonable for her to: it's black, it's soft and warm, and it smells like me. It's sort of an ideal combination of her mommy cat, and her mommy human.

That's why I love my baby girl so much: she is such a sweet, wonderful kitty kat who has very simple pleasures (like grooming her humans, and having her belly rubbed) and is extremely loving in her own timid girl way.

I always say about Gracie that originally I wanted a boy kitty, preferably orange, but that I am extremely grateful that she chose to go home with us anyway, and become a piece of my heart. I absolutely always mean it.

Oh My!

Meowmy said that apparently I got to be cat of the day today. Finally, Boris won't be able to gloat to me about having been COTD in the past! :D

How mommy embarrasses me.

Mommy says that lately I've become more talkative. I'm still not as bad as Boris, but she definitely gets to hear my voice daily. She says it's a good thing, because I have the cutest meows ever. Ah mom! *blushes*

No more trips outside

Hey cats. Mom was all for letting me have the occasional stroll out the door, but then I started doing it when dad was around, and dad is extremely worried that I'll figure out how to get on the elevator, but then will be too scared to come out of it. He's been very vigilant at the door, and has begged and pleaded with mom to make sure I don't get into the habit of strolling out the front door.

"She could do it to a pet sitter someday, and that wouldn't be very wise to encourage", he said.

Well, mom can't say no to anyone (Boris and I know that, that's why he keeps pestering her for treats lately MOL), even to dad. So now I am being watched like a hawk. Also, the other day I saw the super on the other side of the door. With a vacuum cleaner!!!!! GASP. Mom says he doesn't wield a vacuum cleaner all the time, but just the same, I think I am going to stop taking chances, and will wait for mom to say it's okay (though she hasn't been doing that lately :-/).

Besides, I'm not sure the seagulls are still around. I don't hear them as much. It's also starting to rain a lot in the afternoons, which is sort of like watching mom shower, only with bigger droplets.

My trip outside the front door

I've always wondered how you get to the outside. I've never been, aside for that one time when I went out the door and mommy yelled at me to get back in, and I never even got to see any birds, just a stupid car parked in front of our door. :(

Today I snuck out the door while momma was getting ready to leave to go buy cat food, or whatever it is that she does when she goes out [typist's note: I really was on my way to buy cat food, this time around]. Mom just stood there and let me explore it. I sniffed around, and went near the elevator. It didn't open or anything, and it didn't sound scary (Boris told me that the elevator is this strange thing that makes scary sounds. I say he's a big fat liar).

I saw our corridor, such as it is. It's not like the one we were staying in last summer, with the open window and all that. It's just a foyer-like thing with 4 doors on opposite sides, then there's another door that must lead somewhere (next time I will try to see if I can open that door). I hope it's the one that leads to the seagulls. I keep hearing them from the front window, and while I haven't actually seen them, they sound big, and possibly juicy. :P

Then at the other end there's an elevator. No windows. No birds. What the heck? What does a cat have to do to get some quality time hunting real birds?

Anyway, I was about to redress the situation, when I suddenly heard a voice near one of the other doors. I don't know about you cats, but I really don't like strange voices, especially when I can't see the persons the voices are coming from [it was probably another neighbor talking near their front door]. As they say, discretion is the better part of valor, and I decided that the discreet thing to do was to pretend like I wanted to go back inside.

Someday. Someday I'ma gonna go find me one of them juicy seagull birds. But right now, I think I'm okay with staying in and hunting the fake ones.

How humans and cats became friends - Part 1

Cats and humans did not always live together. Once upon a time, the Great Cat who rules all cats from its realm to the next would never dream of allowing its children to dwell among humans.

True enough, the Great Cat would send its children to observe the world of men closely. The Great Cat believed that its children, through their shortish lives on Earth, learned a lot. Once they returned to the bridge, back to it, they had fabulous stories to tell the others. Being that telling tales on the bridge had always been the best way to pass the time, those journeys had a lot of value.

Many were the cats who told wonderful tales of animals that were covered in feathers, and of others who had long necks or tusks. They told stories of the fish that was always plentiful if hard to catch, and of seeing rainbows down on Earth and missing their home, just for a little bit. They told of the warmth of the sand in the desert, and of the pleasure of drinking the cool water from the river on a hot night, especially when the moon was full in the sky. Sometimes they even had curious stories of the humans who they spied on, and how those humans kept other animals. Some of them looked like birds, and some of them looked like cows. But most of them honestly looked like wolves.

But those stories perturbed the Great Cat, who saw nothing good in an animal that liked to keep other animals prisoners. The Great Cat believed that humans must toy with the pets as a cat would toy with a mouse. Moreover, if the humans had allied with the wolves, nothing good would come from any cat choosing to ally him or herself with one of them.

And yet, the more the Great Cat forbid any talk about the humans and their so called "pets", the more the cats on the rainbow became fascinated about them. The more the Great Cat forbid its children to even come close to human settlements, the more daring the children got. Once upon a time the children were content to spy on them. These days, however, the children would go so far as to go inside the humans' homes even if they were not invited to do so (and even if they were, why should they ever want to accept?). The Great Cat understood that a lot of it was simple intellectual curiosity on its children's part, but even so, it was greatly upset.

At some point, the Great Cat decided to see for itself what the attraction was, so the Great Cat came up with a plan to pretend to be one of its children just for one day to see what all the fuss was all about. So it was that the Great Cat took its most elegant form, and descended on Earth... and everything changed after that.