Sunday, December 11, 2016
We went for a nice walkies this morning. Lynettea didn't mind how long we stayed out and I really had to drag her in again.
She got another big plastic container from the shed and washed it.
I had a lot of cuddle time this morning, with Lynettea hugging me close. I bet she would miss me if I wasn't here. I need to be here to look after her and she needs to be here to serve me. My wants are simple and I also am a very lovable cat.
The house is getting untidy with things stacked here and there in the lounge room and bedroom. And I have to make a big leap for the windowsill to look out the kitchen window. It is rather inconvenient. I miaowed something about that to Lynettea, but she just shook her head.
She is not making much progress on cat language, although I try to make her practice every day.
Saturday, December 10, 2016
I don't like change, particularly when it makes me uncomfortable.
I noticed a lot of the cupboard things have come out too.
Lynettea stopped me from chewing some nice corn flavoured packing material. It has a delicious soft succulent texture. I found some in a carton.
She threw it in the bin, saying, 'That may be bad for you, Sasha!'
So I went out into my enclosure, which is nice and sunny. At least it is not raining today.
And then she said something about 'being good for Aunty Pam'. What does that mean?
And I don't like it. I heard Lynettea talking to my human kitty mum, from when I was little. I couldn' t hear what she was saying properly. Something about picking me up. Lynettea knows I hate strangers picking me up. I am going back under the bed to think. It is dark and safe there.
Friday, December 9, 2016
Here I am, relaxing on the floor in my enclosure.
I would now like a serving of my jelly style food. I know humans think one should say please, but why should I thank her for serving me. After all, it gives her so much pleasure.
I need to think of additional ways to keep her occupied.
This isn't the right photo, as Lynettea has mucked up the connection to the phone and this is all she can find.
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Lynettea says that if I were not so big and I could keep my claws retracted, she might consider it.
Maybe I might learn to keep my claws sheathed, but I don't want to make myself ill by going on a diet and shrinking, particularly as I am already slim and well proportioned.
Perhaps this is 'size discrimination'?
We exchanged a few comments on the subject at five am this morning. I don't think she understood my miaows, as she shut the door and I was forced to sleep on the lounge.
I am still there, lying in my cosy.