Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Maybe she will give up soon and get me some crispies to eat. You can get a better idea of how high up I am looking at this picture. The roof is specially designed to protect me from sunburn. I have to be up high to supervise the fish. They are inclined to be a little unruly and make loud splashing noises in my pond.
The noise of the fountain is quite relaxing as it plunges through the reeds. You can see some of my giant cannas in the background behind the trellis. The trellis keeps out intruders. I can also see birds darting down into the birdbath from my grevillea plant. Lynettea says it gives me some stimulation to watch these birds. I worry about her.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Lynettea and I raised some money for the WSPA program to save the bears who are used for bear baiting in Pakistan. I am proud of her for trying to do something for the animals. She made panda earrings from some beads she found and sold them to give the money. Mostly her friends bought them, I think, as they are also caring people who want to help animals. Let us think of all the animals less fortunate than we are and wish them the very best for 2010. I also hope humans become more caring for the other animals.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
On the other hand I don't think I would like too interesting a life with a lot of disturbances.
Lynettea does her best to care for me when she remembers. Sometimes, as I show you below, she puts a wet cloth on me in the heat. Sometimes right on top of me too. That is tooooo cooold for me.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
She keeps on saying "Come in Diamond. It is too hot for you out here." This morning she decided to drape a wet pillowslip over me to give me some cool shade. At the moment I am in the cool again to make this entry.
Tomorrow may be cooler. Please read my entry below on cat origins.
Monday, October 12, 2009
I deserve some privacy and need my own space now that I am a famous published author. I think I will request a special writing room be built at the top of the house, so I can have a view over the surrounding landscape and into all the backyards. As well as getting inspiration, I might be able to see some rats there and lizards. And Orla (remember my Irish Terrier fan from next door) could view me posing with my computer at one of the windows.
Meantime, a few sharp slaps of the paw if Lynettea stops patting me too soon. She is not very diligent about this and I have to keep reminding her of her duties.
I don't even have any recent photos loaded to my computer.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
It was a book from the National Library of Australia, called a Little Book of Cats and it has two of my poems in it. They also have other poems about cats and lovely pictures.
One of my poems is called 'My Human', which of course is about Lynettea. And it is supposed to be a serious poem, no matter how Lynettea laughs at it. No wonder I get a bit disgruntled. Fancy forgetting to tell me. I have put the reference here in case any cats want to take a look at it. You can also see parts of the book at Google books, but not my poems.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Well I hardly have the time to get a miaouw in edgeways here, as Lynettea spent so much time telling me what a nice time she had. How can she have a nice time without me? There is something unnatural about that. ESPECIALLY as she was near a nasty beach with waves.
No other cats were here while I was away. I checked the place thoroughly on my return, of course.
I think we will forgo any holidays for a while. It is more relaxing at home.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Reflections on Miaouw
This morning I am meditating on the number of ways to say 'miaouw'. The Eskimos, as is well known, have a lot of words (50) for different types of snow, depending on how crunchy, soft, new or old etc that it is. Imagine only having fifty words for miaouw. 'Miaouw' is a whole lexicon of words in itself. Of course human languages have made no attempt to translate these meanings or even attempt to spell them correctly. Similarly, we are forced to use computer keyboards unsuited to our paws. I am hoping that Lynettea will buy a computer adapted to miaouw signals. She says that there isn't one. "and what would that be, Diamond," she says, "a miaouwputer?" Very funny .....miaouwwwwww.
Last miaouw for a few days
Apparently my little sister Katinka has invited me to stay for a few days. Since I hardly know Katinka and last time I stayed I barely saw her, I thought I would decline the invitation, but Lynettea has already arranged it as a special surprise for me. Katinka is sending her human to fetch me this afternoon. Last time I stayed with Katinka there were a lot of other cats visiting, so I don't think she was really pining for my company. Lynettea has packed a bag for me to take. She says she has to go away for a few days to a haiku conference in Terrigal. I hope she doesn't get worn out, as I will need plenty of attention when I get home again.
Monday, September 7, 2009
An entry from my notebook. I get so little time on the computer that this is getting out of date.
Today I had to hide under my bed for a while, as humans were climbing on the roof of the house banging and making thunderous tramping noises. It is quite cozy under my bed, as the bedspread hangs down to the floor and I think of it as an ancestral cave. As I close my eyes, I can feel the comforting presence of ‘ancient cat’ all around me.
After a while, I came out and sat on the bed. Lynettea said, ‘Diamond, we now have solar panels,’ and we had to stand in front of the meter looking at the panel to see if it was making energy. I got bored pretty quickly I must admit, so went over to sample a bit of my clump of couch grass and see if there were any lizards hiding near the fence.
It has been so cloudy in the winter since this notebook entry that we haven't made much energy. We had to wait a long time for the electricity people to put on a meter so they could pay us for the energy. Now we have to look at it constantly when the sun is out. I am not sure why Lynettea has to check it all the time. At least she doesn't climb on the roof to check the solar panels. I could do that for her, but I don't suppose she will let me. She still thinks of me as 'Mummy's little kitteh' and not as a grown up responsible cat.
Monday, August 10, 2009
I hope all of you kitties had a wonderful day. I can't remember what I did on the day either.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
After a hard day spent supervising not only Lynettea, but also the fish and recalcitrant birds outside my enclosure, I am expected to give therapy sessions to my human. This mainly consists of a lot of purring and sitting on Lynettea’s lap, particularly if she watches television.
I don’t mind submitting to ‘a good massage,’ as she calls it, but when I get this type of silly conversation I usually elect to remain silent. There can only be one answer to questions such as, ‘are you really mummy’s gorgeous little kitteh?’ ‘Purr purr purr,’ and keep your own counsel. How about more massage under my ‘chinny winny?’ Purr, purr, purr.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
'Lynettea was away for a really long time today and I don’t even think she was sorry. All she could say was, ‘Don’t slap at me with your paw, Diamond!’ when she ignored me to go out to the letterbox.
I wonder if I should seriously consider advertising for another human. I will get Lynettea to look in the Classifieds in the paper to see if they are advertised there. I could send in my ad:
"Diligent and caring human required for tolerant and undemanding Russian Blue Cat. Training provided."
After Lynettea got a few letters from the box she was sorry for her bad conduct and carried me around for a bit and then served my dinner. Afterwards I let her give me a good neck and shoulder massage.
It is raining! I haven’t seen rain and felt cold for a long time, so it is all new. MIAOUW! MIAOUW!'
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The rats have been annoying me all summer. Lynettea got so annoyed at the rats eating her grapes and her tomatoes and even her parsley that she rang she rang the Council to complain. The woman who answered the phone offered to provide some rat baits, but Lynettea didn’t want them. So we had to stand under the vines watching the rats eat bunches of grapes. Sometimes they ran along the fence rails and looked at us. The dog Orla from next door caught a rat, but I wasn’t allowed to hunt them, as Lynettea told me she didn’t want me to get rat bites.
I am keeping an eye out for the rat eating the quinces on my tree. If it comes into my enclosure, I will be able to get it. I am not able to go out at night to seize it when it is STEALING the quinces. When I take Lynettea out for her walk on the lead, this also restricts me, but it is essential that she gets this physical activity.
I have failed in my attempts to teach her to hunt; although I have demonstrated techniques to her many times. She has no aptitude for learning the skills. I think she is too clumsy and she moves far too slowly. At least I have been able to train her to open the windows when I give a short sharp vocal signal.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
They complained that their human would not help them start their own blog. Well Samba and Tango, you will have to be prepared to walk the tough line with your humans. Perhaps you need to show them how far you are prepared to go. Start by sitting on books and papers your humans want to read, and then try to refuse some cuddles.
If this passive resistance does not work, you may have to resort to spitting and snarling, although I would not in general recommend this practice for Gentlecats. The higher class of kitty can usually manage to achieve his ends by more subtle means. You don’t want your humans to think you are becoming ‘rough’ or ‘feral’. I consider it essential to appear dignified at all times.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
If I sit here long enough on my pure wool fleece rug being warmed by my snugglesafe warmer I will lose all my natural cat instincts and that worries me.
Would I be happy going back to the Natural Cat? I suppose I will never know.
Friday, May 22, 2009
I caught another rat for her, but when I brought it in and had it on the rug near the computer for a bit of a game before supper, Lynettea didn't like it at all. Unfortunately the rat ran under the shelves, while I was distracted by her shrieking. I couldn't get it to come out and the shelves were too low to get under. My paws couldn't reach very far, although I tried my best.
Then Lynettea said we had to go to bed. She opened the back door of the house and made me go into the bedroom. Then she shut the bedroom door with both of us inside and blocked off the crack under the door. I suppose she thought the rat might try to get in to look at us while we were asleep.
In the morning the rat had gone. Maybe it ran up the hall in the middle of the night and out into the yard.
All very disheartening. No thanks for my efforts, as usual.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Tonight she came home just before dark and then sat talking to one of her friends on the phone for a long time. I was meowing at her for quite a while before she paid me the attention I deserve. She is not very quick on the uptake. I took her for her walk and then let her serve me dinner. After she ate some of her usual vegetables, she turned on the television and sat down on the lounge to watch Midsomer Murders. This is a rather boring program, which hardly ever features cats, so I went to sleep on my pure wool mat next to her.
When Midsomer Murders finished she stood up and said, ‘Why did you leave your little Mousie there Diamond?’ and then, ‘Ugh, it’s a real rat and I was sitting on it!’
Not a word of thanks, I noticed. Even then, she made no effort at all to eat it.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I don't think she is really cruel, slapdash is more what I would say. If I wasn't there to remind her all the time of what she needs to do then she wouldn't look after me properly. I dread to think what would happen if I was not there to organize her.
Let us hope that humans stop torturing our fellow beings. I would stop them if I could.
This is a picture Lynettea took of a happy white cheeked gibbon swinging in the trees at Adelaide Zoo. Biggify if you want to see more of it. Humans are tearing down the proper forest homes of the gibbons too.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
If the fish have sunk to the bottom of their pond or are hiding under their rock shelves (they are quite lazy and sleep a lot of the time), then I try to supervise the birds in the next door garden. That can be really trying and I hate it when they jump on the roof of my enclosure and scritch scritch across it with their claws. That is enough to try my patience. Scritch scritch and squawk, peep etc. Do you think birds have a language? Miaouw miaouw! It doesn't make much sense to me.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Lynettea is not sure if I fit the qualities for this award, but I do. I am extremely un-interested in self aggrandizement. (what does that mean exactly). Anyway I am not at all interested in it. I am mainly interested in food, patting, entertainment and sleeping. Not in that exact order. And of course in spreading goodwill to all kitties who don't want to take over my house and garden.
I need to pass on this award to eight charming kitties.
Here are the rules:"This blog invests and believes the PROXIMITY - nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight kitties who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.
I give this award to:
Gypsy and Tasha
Cheysuli and Gemini
Keisha the Spaniel (not a cat)
Adan and Lego
and every other cat who is my friend. I can only put eight names down and I tried to find cats who had not yet received the award.
Monday, February 16, 2009
If I am not responsible for guarding it, then I don't know who is, as Lynettea doesn't take this task seriously. She is always letting suspicious looking 'friends' through the front door.
I have to supervise them carefully and if necessary 'squash' them by sitting on their laps. I find this a very successful approach. If they don't want furs on them then why do they come inside. That is what I say.
Monday, February 9, 2009
If you click on the picture it will biggify and look more terrifying. If you are a human, that is. Perhaps you kitty visitors will need to supervise your humans if they look at these photos, just in case they get frightened. TIGERS don't frighten me. I would just hiss or run inside and get under the bed. Taking a few precautions is always sensible.
In the second picture the TIGER is leaving the water. The tiger has a big enclosure like a jungle and a diving pool with special heated rocks. The water flows over a waterfall into a big moat.
It is a bit cooler here now and more refreshing. I don't like heat waves!
Please purr a lot for all the people in Victoria affected by the bushfires.
Purrrrr! Purrrrr! Purrrrr! Purrrrr!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
S-p-r-a-w-l-e-d on the tiled floor is a bit cooler. If I didn't have that annoying camera flashed in my eyes, that is.
SHUT EYES and I will think of something nice.
Maybe I will help Lynettea read her book for book club. It is supposed to be about someone standing in a field of rye, I think. It isn't very interesting though, as there are absolutely no cats in it whatever. All the hero thinks about is me me me me me. I can relate to that.
Maybe he will be born in his next lifetime as a cat. Probably as a cat in a luxurious home that has nothing to do except complain. MIAOUWWWWW! Lynettea thinks I am being too harsh and she can find deeper existential meanings in the book.
HARSH? I meant it as praise.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
this is a meme from Adan's mummy Michico.
1. How long do you sleep each night? This varies depending on how early I get to bed. Diamond tries to force me to go to bed earlier, because he is worried about my health. What would I do without him?
2. Do you fall asleep easily?
3. Do you fall asleep at times not in your bed?
Yes, particularly when watching TV.
4. Do you listen to music or use white noise to sleep?
5. Do you sleep through the night or get up a couple of times?
I usually get up at least once, but rapidly fall asleep when going back to bed. Poor Diamond sometimes gets disturbed by this. I worry about him.
6. Do you have trouble sleeping away from your own bed?
I sleep better at home, guarded by my Diamond.
7. Do you need an alarm clock to get you up?
Sometimes, or sometimes I just wake up. Diamond doesn't usually wake me up, as he likes to sleep in as late as possible.
8. Do you ever take medication to help you sleep?
9. Do you/have you slept with pets?
Only one cat. I tried to keep him off the bed, but could not succeed. At first he slept at the bottom of the bed, but is now all over the place including the centre. I have to push him down with my legs when getting into bed to make room for me. He also likes to get under the blanket when it is cold, so walks over the top of the pillow and expects me to raise the blanket so he can get under.
He seems to use the bed more than I do. He thinks of it as his own and that he lets me use it some of the time. He sleeps there under his artificial wolfskin on cool days and otherwise on his pet futon placed on the top of the bed. I have to carefully arrange some cushions for him to rest against.
NOTE BY DIAMOND
I do sleep outside sometimes in the day and sometimes at night, particularly when it is hot at night. I like the cool night breeze on my furs when it is hot weather.
I am tagging Keisha the Spaniel's mummy to do this meme.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
She is not very intelligent and appears to think she is a cat. She doesn't look at all like a cat.
Here I must apologize if there are any extremely tall cats with rough looking ginger fur reading my blog. I don't mean to offend you.
Recently I took Lynettea out for a dose of fresh air in the evening. It perks her up a bit to get out, so I try my best. I was scanning the street through the picket fence when I suddenly saw the new dog ,'Orla,' taking her humans for their outing. Orla stopped right in front of me and snuffled under the gate with her big nose and then jumped up and down whining.
Her humans said to Lynettea that Orla wanted to play with me.
Little does Orla know that I don't usually play with other cats, particularly if I think they are dogs pretending to be cats.
The next day when she went past I stayed further back and looked into the distance ignoring her. It is cruel to give false hope, I find.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I have been frustrated with all the cards on top of the dresser, as I like to jump there before leaping to the fridge and then the very top of the dresser. It is awkward trying not to topple all my cards to the floor.
Quite a lot of cat Christmas cards as well as Santa and the Reindeer. The Reindeer will be having a rest now and tucking into a lot of lichen. This will give Santa some quality time to spend with his kitties before getting into the toy production for 2009.
Happy New Year Santa! Thank you for the gifts. I am still trying to work out what to do with some of them. Lynettea is having a good time playing with the little blue ball you sent me. One of the other toys got lost after she tossed it under something. Maybe she is waiting for me to locate it for her to have another game.
Where did you find the fluorescent fur for the little creatures with ears?