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I am continuing the blog of Diamond, cat sage and haiku poet.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Christmas Greetings

Well, I finally got my e-Christmas card on line. What a performance! I let Lynettea work on it for me under my instructions, but she has made most of my fur look as if it is plastered on rather than soft and pretty. I told her I would pose in front of the balloon display, but didn't expect to have my fur and my whiskers treated in this fashion.
Also the writing is much smaller and not as bright as I had anticipated.
Happy Christmas Kitties! PURR PURR PURR

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

More on Japan

I found some more of Lynettea's pictures to share with you.
The first one is of some koi in a creek near Asakusa shrine in Tokyo. They look quite tasty, don't they. One of them, the pale one on the right, reminds me of one of my fish called Dawn. My biggest fish, actually. Of course I don't eat my fish, as they are my pets. At night she went to a Sizzler restaurant which was overlooking the harbour.
She went on to the balcony outside to take some photos and the guide told her there was a typhoon coming. Well, everyone tried not to show they were scared.
I bet she wished she hadn't left me at home, as I could have been of some help with my advice.

Before she found out about the possible typhoon Lynettea took pictures of the lights in the street outside her hotel.
'But your sparkling eyes are prettier Diamond,' she says. I know she is just trying to soft soap me, but I pretend to be flattered and jump on her lap and purr.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


I have not been able to get on the computer since posting a few photos of Japan a while ago. I promise I will put some more on soon.

Meanwhile I will share with you that I recently left a food parcel for Lynette on the floor of the lounge room. I am not sure whether she ate it or not, because by the time she found it I was sleeping peacefully in bed.

This time I opened it up so she could see that the organs were nutritious. My previous attempts to feed her did not work and I reasoned that she found the skin too difficult to tackle. Her teeth are not as sharp as mine.

When I roused myself later in the day my little training offering had gone. I am encouraged to think that she might have tasted at least some of it. She didn't say anything to me about it, but concentrated on brushing my furs, so I must assume she was grateful for the gift. She is not very good at expressing gratitude. I must learn to be tolerant.