Saturday 30 June 2007

If only she loved me

You would think that if Ellen really loved me, she'd let me chew her wrist. Wouldn't you? All I want is to be near her, but whenever I jump up on her desk she bats me away. I don't think she loves me at all.

Friday 29 June 2007

Making a point

This morning, just to show that I am no problem cat (hissss), I used my litter tray. I could have gone on the floor, because the litter was, after all, not brand new and clean . . . but I didn't. Normally I would wait until E opened the cat door and go outside. But not today!

Thursday 28 June 2007

Problem cat

Ellen is threatening to purchase this book and apply the principles. I confess I'm miffed.
See here for more information.

Sunday 24 June 2007

My cry is heard!

Someone has finally heard me! That Scribbly is an absolute champion. Friend for life. Almost as good as Cheeky.

See Scribbly's letter to me here.

I am considering her suggestion that I save for an airfare to attend Madame Adelaide Bonfamille's mansion in Paris, which has been set up as a cat refuge/resort/spa (for unwanted, undeserved and maltreated cats). I will research the topic.

PS - Dear Scribbly, thanks for your letter! It's nice to have someone on my side for once. I'm going to make Ellen rent out the Aristocats movie, because I have never even seen it!

Wednesday 20 June 2007

Peruvian penpal

Ellen's friend Lita has found me a Peruvian penpal! His name is Cheeky.
I think Ellen is feeling guilty about Leonidas (the usurper snow leopard), so she thought she'd better encourage me to have a life of my own. But I have to say she's done well here! He's a fine feline specimen, isn't he! Far better looking than the dreadful ginger cat down the driveway. I daresay I shall dream of Cheeky tonight.
Ellen says that Cheeky is keeping Lita company at the hostel where she's staying in Cusco, Peru. (I wonder how far away that is? Do you think I'll ever meet Cheeky?) Lita took this photo out her window.

Friday 15 June 2007

Leonidas the usurper

I am at my wits' end. I don't know what to do. Ellen has taken one of those daemon tests and found out her daemon is a snow leopard! A beautiful cuddly white (rather attractive actually) snow leopard called Leonidas. How can I compete with that?

It's all the fault of these blasted books by some stupid fantasy author, who wrote about a world where humans have animal familiars that are across between their soul and a best friend. They say that in our world they're invisible, but they're there. Now that I know, how will I ever feel secure again? She could dump me anytime for her invisible gorgeous snow leopard.

Leonidas. I hate him! I'm Ellen's best friend. How could she do this to me?

Wednesday 13 June 2007

To dream of golden fishes

This is what the fish look like in China. Can you imagine a place where the fish (licks lips) look like this? The cats there must be so fat. Just looking at this picture makes me salivate and drool. I can barely think straight. I will dream tonight of golden fishes.
But why are these fish acting so demented?

Monday 11 June 2007

Boring weekend

I have had the most BORING weekend.

Normally on weekends, I get to have some company. Not that I want company all the time, mind you, but every once in a while it is nice to have someone to talk to other than the stupid possums and cats in the driveway (who I wouldn't want to talk to anyway).

But this weekend? Company? NO! I was abandoned for the entire three days (for it was a long weekend). Yesterday I had to wait until midnight to get some food! And now she goes back to work tomorrow, and I'll be left home alone again.

Doesn't she realise that I need diversion and entertainment?

Friday 8 June 2007

Did you know . . .?

I'm copying this from the vet newsletter, and Ellen might get sued, but that'll be her problem.

A cat can jump as much as seven times its height.
A cat will never break into a sweat because it has no sweat glands.
A cat’s sense of taste is keener than a dog’s sense of taste.
A group of adult cats is called a clowder.
A group of kittens is called a kindle.
A cat will spend nearly 30% of its life grooming itself.

Monday 4 June 2007

Canine for a worthy cause

Survived the weekend with Jeddah. One of the highlights was watching him terrorize the other cats in the driveway -- white fluffball and ginger cat both scampered away like kittens!

As for me and Jeddah, well, we get along OK. He knows who's boss, that's for sure. So long as he doesn't get in my way, he doesn't get hurt.

I was a bit miffed, though, that he monopolised my garden all day. It's much better now he's gone. But for what he did to those other moron cats . . . definitely worth it!