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

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

my adventurous day

The day had come around again for my WEIGHT to be checked at the vet. I was asleep in my furry hideaway under the throw over the lounge, when Lynettea called me out.
At first I was drowsy and not fully alert, but when I saw the cat carrier I ran back into my hollow and hid, burrowing deep into the fur. Lynettea said I was being a sook. She wants me to face up to the harsh reality of the world.
She tunnelled under the throw, dragged me out, and tried to put me in the carrier from the top. So I spread out my long legs to the sides, which made me too wide to go into the carrier. She was very disappointed, especially as the taxi was about to arrive. So she cuddled me and wrapped her arms so my legs couldn't spread out properly and then I was in the carrier, unable to escape. I screamed out for my friends to come and help me while we waited on the porch, but no-one came. Perhaps they hadn't heard my cry for help.
My vet was  nice to me, but he took my temperature, which was not pleasant. I tried not to wriggle on the scales. He said my weight was the same, but he was happy with me.
After we got home I took Lynettea on my inspection of the fence line and a large rat bared its teeth at me and hissed from a hole in the fence.
Lynettea pulled me back.
'I don't want you getting bitten, Sasha,' she said.
Then she rang the neighbours, who came and stared at the hole, which is going under their shed. They put a trap there.
It would be easier if I waited for the rat to come out.
I am not a cuddle puss.

Monday, December 29, 2014

Another disrupted day

I was under the bed again for several hours while a man painted the wall that the microwave burnt. Lynettea shut the bedroom door so he couldn't find me and to keep the nasty smell away from me. I am very sensitive to bad chemical smells.
Lynettea told me he was a very cheerful young man and a good worker. She shouted at me when I tried to test the paint. It would have stuck on my pretty soft fur, according to her.
Not much else happened. I went out a couple of times to inspect the yard, towing Lynettea

Twilight: the remains of the day 

The birds have settled onto branches in secret places in the trees 

I am distressed at the daily news, but can do nothing about it.

Now is the time for cats to seek prey.

But all I can find is a tortoise made of clay.
along as usual and trying to comply with her awkward requests.
Why she doesn't want to stand under the crabapple tree and poke for insects I don't know.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

second class citizen

I was calmly sleeping, tucked up under the throw over the lounge where it rests on the floor, when one of Lynettea's friends decided to sit there. I felt like a second class citizen, if even that, as cats are not allowed to vote.,
Nobody took any notice of me as they were too busy talking about their own concerns.
Would anyone miss me if I wasn't here?
Lynettea: 'Sasha, I love you.'

Saturday, December 27, 2014

typical teenager

I am listening to a TED talk on the radio, because Lynettea thought it might help me. She would like to enrol me in school and university, but there are insuperable barriers.
Anyway, according to the TED talk, I may be a typical teenager, obsessed with my on line profile and possibly ignoring real life activities.
 Also I am obsessed with what I eat and avoiding my reflection in the mirror. I must learn to value my individuality and my whole self and be free to become the best version of myself.
What would it mean to me to be freed from the voice of my inner critic. INNER CRITIC? What is that? Then I may become the change maker of tomorrow - now I can relate to that!
What shall I change first? Automatic feeding bowl?

song for marion

We were going to watch Fantasia this afternoon, but Lynettea's nice friend didn't want to watch it, as she thought it was going to be the old version and it wasn't. Sometimes the old things are better than the new things.
 So we watched Song for Marion instead, which is a film about older people singing in a choir. I sat up close to the screen for a while, but Lynettea doesn't like watching around a 'cat shape', so I curled up in my cosy near her friend and shut my eyes to relax and enjoy the music. I even gave the friend a little gentle pat with my paws.

After that we went for walkies. I couldn't take Lynettea into the street, as she saw two dogs running down the street without their humans and was worried they might attack me. I lay down for a while on the chives, which are soft and cool.
They are poisonous for cats to eat, but I didn't get any in my mouth.

And now it's good night from me and sleep tight.

Friday, December 26, 2014

a nice cool day

Boxing Day. Lynettea told me that one of my favourite visitors is coming this afternoon to watch Fantasia. We were worried she might not be well enough to come, but she is well. Lynettea even thought her friend might be in hospital. This friend doesn't try to get me to do things and stare at me all the time.

We might go for walkies soon. Lynettea said, 'don't go to sleep, Sasha.'
We usually walk around the yard, mostly, with me checking the fence line. If it is very quiet in the street I might take her out onto the path. But we have to run in if there are people or dogs coming.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

At the end of Christmas Day

This is my gift from Sandy Paws. 
It has been a long day. Santa or Sandy Paws came last night.
He left a special gift for me. Lynettea found it hidden in the wardrobe, as we don't have a Christmas tree. I discovered that this toy is very useful.  At first I could only think of climbing on top and scratching it. But after a good sleep under the mock fur throw for the day, I came out late afternoon feeling very frisky. Lynettea had been out at a friend's place for lunch and she put my gift in the hall for me to use.
I found if I charged down the hall and leaped on it, the toy skidded down the boards like a toboggan. That was good fun..
The holes in the S shape are good for hiding toys like ping pong balls.
I can pry them out with my long paws and legs or push the whole toy over to get them.
After that we went for two lots of walkies, one when it was nearly dark.
I hope all other kitties are having a nice Christmas. As the world is so large, the kitties who read this may not have even started their Christmas yet.

Santa's gift

I think Santa or Sandy Paws may be about to come. I will have my eyes open.
 I was worried that Lynettea would not get a gift, so I made her one. I will tell her it will be late in arriving, as I had to do it on the Internet for her. It has photos and poems of Myself and also Diamond.
 When she mentioned Diamond, I could see tears leaking from her eyes and I felt sad. But she said, 'I love you just as much, Sasha.'
So we must get to bed now and look forward to a joyful Christmas Day. I haven't found out about my gift, if I have one. Lynettea said I was her gift and I think she wants to look after me.

has that rat moved?

I am losing concentration

has it moved?

I think it moved slightly

Monday, December 22, 2014

Happy Christmas

Thanks to Ann Adamus from Zoolatry for this Christmas card for me, Sasha. Greetings and Felicitations to all. 

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Cat Cafe Melbourne

Cat Cafe Melbourne has kindly allowed us to show some pictures of their cats in the cafe. The cats have all come from rescue shelters in Victoria.
If anyone is interested they can book a session with the cats. It would be hard to resist these felines. We hope there will be more cat cafes opening elsewhere in Australia.
We wondered how we could get a cup of tea poured by a cat (photo below). Sasha says he is not up to that, as it is female work. I must have neglected his early training, if he has turned out to be a male chauvinist.
Sasha: I am not a male chauvinist. I am a Russian Prince.

why does fur fall out?

'Why does your fur keep falling out, Sasha?'
That was the question I was asked this morning.
'How do I know? Maybe it is shedding, so I will feel cooler on these hot days. Maybe if you were not using the Animal Vacuum the air would not heat up so much and I would feel cooler and then my furs would not fall out so much. Let me lie down and take a rest. Watching you do all this work is over exciting and I start to feel stressed.'

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Security Alarm triggered

Lynettea went out to the theatre to see Australian Youth Ballet perform the Nutcracker this evening.
When she got home the blue light was flashing, but there was nothing wrong that she could see. She thinks I SASHA might have triggered it.
Why would I have wanted to do that? A loud noise that went on and on.
'Oh, poor Sasha,' she said. you must have had a nasty time.'
'A pity you could not have come to the ballet, where there were a lot of mice. You would have enjoyed it.'

Blog Hop post by Sasha

We think a cat cafe is a good idea

We saw this post on Bocci's blog about a cat cafe
A great idea. We have lots of cafe's near us. It would be wonderful if there was one to help kitties. Especially if humans would get to know our personalities.
Here is a direct link to the cafe web site: The headerof the cat cafe blog says: America’s first permanent cat cafe is now open at 2869 Broadway in Oakland, CA!
The article on Bocci's blog says: The good word has spread, and cat cafes have arrived in Denver, Colorado, Naples, Florida, and downtown Manhattan. The picture is from Jim Wilson/New York times.

CAT CAFE IN MELBOURNE: Now we find there is a cat cafe in Melbourne. What a great idea. Let us have at least one in Adelaide, preferably in Norwood. 


Here comes the killer vine trying to climb through the window.

Lynettea says I have a good imagination.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Earning my Keep?

I am now eating so much expensive food that Lynettea said I might have to start earning my keep. She said she heard some children had lemonade stands in the street. I think she saw that in the cartoon Snoopy, as  she couldn't tell me where she had seen that near here.
Maybe, she told me, I could offer pats. She would take the money. I am not sure about this. I can be quite nervous going into the street.
Do you think she is serious?
After all the help I give her in the house, is it fair of her to ask me to bring in money as well?

Lynettea: 'I was not serious, Sasha.'

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Will she get a gift?

Everyone seems to think I have been good and will get a gift. But what about Lynettea? If I get a gift and Sandy Paws doesn't think she deserves one, after my complaints about her, I will feel bad. Maybe Sandy Paws will read my blog entries and decide to punish her.
What shall I do?
I am feeling worried about this.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Santa Claus or Sandy Paws

Lynettea told me about Santa.
'Dear Sasha, many young kitties and humans believe there is a kindly and generous being, who delivers gifts to children and young kitties at Christmas. Kitties usually think of this being as Sandy Paws. Good kitties receive and enjoy gifts as a reward for their beneficial behaviour during the past year. Some kitties believe that Sandy Paws keeps a record of their behaviour.
'This might be difficult, considering how many kitties live in the world and also how many homeless kitties there must be, trying to scratch out a living somehow and survive another day.'

'Do you think I am a good kitty?'

'No kitty would have perfect behaviour, Sasha, but be assured you are my lovely darling cat and I feel Sandy Paws may have a little gift hidden somewhere for you.'

'Can I have it now?'

'It isn't Christmas yet, Sasha.'

Who is Santa?

Lynettea just came back from the shops and said that Santa may have something for me.
Who is Santa?
I don't want any more strangers coming into the house. The last week has been enough for me.
I think I have a lot of things already. What I need is a behavioural transformation for Lynettea. Maybe he could bring me that.

'You will be good! You will obey Sasha's orders!'

my secret sleeping place

I am tired.
But I have found a secret sleeping place.

I don't think Lynettea knows where it is, because I cannot be seen.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Where's Mitzi Now?

Lynettea came home late in the afternoon after being out all day.
Even from afar I could sniff out something wrong. While she slumped down in a chair before getting my evening meal, I could at once detect foreign scents on her.
'Oh Sasha, it's good to be home,' she said. 'Mitzi is a nice little cat ... ouch!! Why did you stick your claw in me?'
Mitzi may be a nice little cat. But where is she now? Your faithful and neglected feline has been waiting all day. Where is my dinner?
Yes, shrink away from my justice. I can also smell the scent of two dogs on you, a poodle and a cockerspaniel. Faithless human!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

word verification

Are kitties still being asked for word verification when they leave comments? Lynettea switched it off for me to make it easier for our friends to post, but when I make comments it is coming up for me.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

cat song

I found myself locked in the wardrobe when Lynettea went shopping. I sprang out again when she opened the door.
'What are you doing in there, Sasha!!!?''
I felt rather crumpled, as there wasn't much room. She needs to get rid of some of her clothes and other items and make a reasonable sized space for me.
Lynettea put on some music from her music service. I could see she was looking at the items carefully and chuckling to herself.
'You will like this, Sasha,'
Then the most appalling sounds came from the speaker. It was supposed to be cats singing Christmas Carols, but I didn't have the heart to tell Lynettea that was not what they were singing at all.
She does try. And can be very trying.
I gave a few miaouws and went outside to try to shut out the rude miaouws.
For once I thought paws over ears might be a good idea.


I spent quite some time under the bed. But people have gone now and Lynettea put on some Spanish guitar music, as she knows I find that very soothing. I am in my cosy on the lounge, giving myself a long and indulgent grooming session.

In Charge

Who is in charge?
I find it very uncomfortable when Lynettea tries to order me around. She thinks I cannot independently make up my own mind. We saw what a disaster occurred when we had the fire. Barely a thought was given to my welfare and I was shut in the back of the house with the acrid smoke around me.
'I thought you would run out the back into your enclosure, Sasha.'
How was I to know it would be safe for me there. And all those monsters tramping down the hall..
'They were firemen, Sasha.'
And now I am being heavily patrolled. I looked after myself pretty well during the fire. Now whenever she can't see me I have to MIAOUW. We can't keep this up!


I must get used to my schedule being disrupted. That is what Lynettea told me.
After hiding under the bed for a long time yesterday with the bedroom door shut I am not looking forward to today with confidence. Lynettea tells me she will shut me in the bedroom again when someone comes to change the water filter.
I feel safe in there.
One of Lynettea's friends was also here yesterday and she is always much too keen to pat me. She doesn't come very often, so I haven't got used to her behaviour. Lynettea told her to take no notice of me and I might come over to her then.
It was very difficult for the friend to do that. I could see her watching me all the time.
Eventually I let her pat me a bit.
'Thank you Sasha,' said Lynettea. 'You made my friend happy. She doesn't see such a royal cat as you very often.'
The friend made some unwanted remarks about me being thin.

Monday, December 8, 2014


Oh no! I just heard Lynettea on the phone and a tech is coming around to look at her security alarm for the smoke detection, which is not working properly since the fire.
I am not wanting to have more scary people in the house.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

I thought it was going to be boring . . .

When I managed to get Lynettea on her lead and take her out this evening it was a bit boring after my adventures, although I don't want anything like that to happen. I was thinking, same old things, same old things and poking for insects in the dry leaves seemed a bit tame.
I leaped at the fence a couple of times, but with Lynettea at the end of the lead, I couldn't get to the top. I think she is jealous of my jumping skills.
'Don't go there, Sasha!'
Well I hear that too often.
We headed down the street and a few houses away I stopped at a usual spot on the footpath and sniffed around. A nice elderly lady used to live there who loved kitties. Diamond used to get patted by her until her relatives relocated her to a 'home' when she couldn't manage.
So we were just standing there quietly, me sniffing for interesting scents and Lynettea complaining that the wind was getting cold, when a dreadful barking started right near me. I backed away, my tail bristled to make me look larger. A big ginger dog was at the bars of the gate, jumping up and down and barking. I decided it would be better to take Lynettea home. When we went back behind my gate my tail stopped bristling.
It rather spoilt our walk.


After the last noisy incident I am appreciating some peace. I don't want scary firemen in the house. I have been in hiding yesterday and today, but it seems to be not as stressful now. Last night it was really dark before Lynettea allowed me to take her out. Maybe she was nervous? She wouldn't go on the garden in the tracks we usually follow, saying she might run into cobwebs.
She went out somewhere most of the day and I was in hiding.
So we didn't stay out long.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

secret sleeping place

After the disruptions of yesterday, with screaming alarms, fire engine noises, acrid smoke roiling through the house and firemen who look like space monsters in their work outfits, today I am taking it easy.
Lynettea doesn't know where I am, but I am well hidden.

Friday, December 5, 2014

I am back

Poor Lynettea. She got the whole place in a tangle looking for me. I heard her calling my name and she sounded so frantic that I leapleapstretched up to look through the bedroom window from the top of the recycling bin and miaouwed.
Even then she didn't know where I was. She said, 'Sasha, where are you? Please MIAOUW again so Mummy can hear you and find out where you are.'
 So, I miaouwed again. Still she couldn't find me. She looked under the bed. I felt sorry for her, as she seemed very distressed.
'Oh, there you are. What are you doing there?'
She rushed outside and opened the door of my enclosure so I could get in.
Then she rang her neighbour to let him know I was safe. That is Orla's father. He had been looking for me in Orla's yard. He told Lynettea that he had just been out to look, because he thought he heard a crash in his shed.
As for me I am not telling anyone where I was.
I can see I need to supervise Lynettea to tidy everything up.
The microwave is on the front porch, where the firemen put it. I think it is dead.

please purr for Sasha

My microwave caught on fire - the fire brigade came around and Sasha has vanished.
As an indoor cat he can't get out, unless he ran past the firemen as I stood in the street. But I have searched everywhere imaginable including his favourite hiding places.
I can only hope there is somewhere here I don't know of and when he feels comfortable he will reappear.
Dear Sasha, come back to your Mummy who loves you.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

outside in the hot sun

We couldn't stay out long this morning, as Lynettea got too hot. I was cool lying in the shade under a bush.
We went out again at twilight and I found an interesting place around the bins. We have three bins: a regular rubbish bin, with a red lid, a green bin, with a green lid, and a recycle bin with a yellow lid. I had a nice time there looking in tufts for night creatures, while Lynettea sat in a chair and looked at the sky.
She loves looking at the sunset, if there is one. Tonight there were no clouds and it was a bit dull. Then a jet flew overhead leaving a long tail of clouds from its engines and the sun lit them up in a big pink swatch across the sky. So she was really pleased.
She kept requesting me to come and look and telling me about the phase of the moon. The moon was just hanging there, minding its own business.
I found it more interesting looking around on the ground, but I have always been very practical.


I want to go out. Take me now!

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

are cats manipulative?

I was shocked to overhear Lynettea talking on the phone to the human belonging to one of my kitten friends, MitzĂ® the Devon Rex.
 Lynettea said to her friend, 'Cats are highly manipulative.'
She then listened to her friend talking about what Mitzi was eating and she swapped stories of what I was eating, and refusing to eat. It was very personally insulting.
 Lynettea ended by saying, 'Sasha is sleeping in the wardrobe.' She evidently thought she was safe, and didn't realize I had come out and was listening.
I sometimes think she doesn't realize I can understand what she says.
Here is a picture of me sleeping in the wardrobe, before I woke up and found myself being insulted.

asleep in the wardrobe

This morning I looked for a nice quiet place to sleep and found it in the wardrobe.
After a while Lynettea missed me. After she opened the wardrobe door she couldn't shut it again, as my dear little pawsies were sticking out.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

I couldn't believe my ears

Lynettea was getting some of her clothes from the wardrobe, just now. I used the opportunity to practise my climbing skills up some of her storage boxes in the shelves. They have a a woven plastic strip surface, which is particularly good for gripping with the claws. I often practise there.
Lynettea said, 'Sasha, please do not climb there. I have asked you many times not to ruin my special things by climbing on them.'
And then she tried to pull me off.
When I was standing on the floor she said, 'After all, Sasha, you do get free board and lodging.'
I couldn't believe my ears. After all I do for her!!!! And a few teeny tiny pulled out plastic strips.
I went straight into the wardrobe and hid.
Later, when she saw me stretched on the floor in the lounge room, she apologized and told me I was welcome to all the food. I deserved it, she told me.

In My Garden

Flying beetles

Yesterday I had fun chasing flying beetles when we went into the garden at twilight. Lynettea had to jump around after me. Maybe that is why I didn't catch any beetles. There were none today.
It is hot, so we are going out late, when the sun has practically gone down. Lynettea ignores all my reminders about her walkies until she decides to go. I worry about her inactivity. (She says: Don't be silly, Sasha. I go out all the time to buy your food.)
This afternoon a couple of her friends came over and watched a TV program from UK about the founding of Whipsnade Zoo. It was the first open-range zoo in UK. I know these visitors, so let them stroke my fur a bit. Only very deserving visitors can do this. They have to be very quiet and well behaved before I will approach them at all.
It is a long day for me with all the excitement. My eyes are shut now.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Born Free

Lynettea was looking at my previous article and said that she sympathized with my feelings, but it is a dangerous world beyond the fence and I need to have her with me.
It is strange to think of being totally free. Lynettea tells me there are humans like that, without cats (or dogs as a second best). How can they survive without correct and loving supervision, I wonder.
Maybe that explains a lot of the difficulties in the world. Feral humans. With no supervisors. That makes me feel sad.
Let's think of something more positive. Turn on the television.


Lynettea now seems to be determined to patrol my every step when I take her out.
I am trying to give her a few hints to back off, but she is taking no notice. We stood for a long time in the corners of the backyard, looking at the fence railings, with me gazing up and Lynettea staring at me. It was rather disconcerting. It is not as if I want to escape. Just that I would like to explore.
If I can't see over the fence, then how do I know whether I want to visit the next yard or not?
I am experiencing frustration and it is not comfortable.
Lynettea says, 'You won't like it over there, Sasha.'
I would like to know: how does she know that?

In my cosy

I am supposed to have photo shoots instead of resting?
Isn't there some code of conduct for this? I shouldn't be at her convenience. I am inclined to get impatient and test her hand with my claws. These are the photos with the not very good camera, but she can upload them at once.
When the other photos go into the computer I can make a post with them, showing off my expressive face and eyes.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


As you all know, I am very good at taking my recatricant human for walkies, leading her about in the hope that some mental stimulation will prod her into a fully alert state.
I am not sure how well this is working. Today, for example, we went out and then I had to go in when she remembered she had to  put out the garbage and then we went out again. Lynettea was puzzled that my halter seemed loose and started to make unnecessary remarks about Diamond had needed a bigger halter and my father being a big cat.
Then of course the remarks about how I should eat more and 'fill out'.
She was looking at me, sprawled on the warm concrete path, and wondered out loud about me being inactive today. Why that matters I have no idea.
Then it was, 'Sasha your halter is twisted. You can hardly walk.'
My halter was fastened by some clumsy human in front of one leg and behind the other.
'Oh why didn't you say something?'
Well I did MIAOUW.
After she managed to fix the halter I became much more active. I rushed down to the back garden and sprang part way up the fence before she managed to catch me, pull me down and carry me inside. I struggled as we went into my enclosure.
'That is very dangerous, Sasha. You will have to have me holding your lead absolutely all the time now!'

world affairs

She is about to go out and I am miaouwing. 'I will leave the radio on for you, Sasha,' she says.
She knows I like to keep abreast of world affairs.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

chasing flying insects

Today it rained. Big thunderclouds came overhead and I decided to hide, as I don't like strange and deafening noises. 
Lynettea thinks I was hiding in the wardrobe and I may have been, but I prefer she doesn't know everything about what I do, down to the last detail. 
 In the afternoon Lynettea went to the theatre just around the corner from us. She said it was an exciting play called Bracken Moor, with piercing screams and thunderclaps. It was difficult for her to tell which thunderclaps were coming from outside and which were stage effects. 
After one thunderclap a ghostly figure appeared on the staircase and after one piercing scream from an actress Lynettea felt the sound rush down her spine and the air go cold. 
She may enjoy that sort of thing. I do not. 
At twilight the rain had passed and big insects were flying around. I tried to catch some, but Lynettea pulled on her lead.
 She says that, as I am a Russian Prince, I have to have a bodyguard in the street. I don't think she is a very good bodyguard, and besides, I am taking her for a walk. Sometimes I think she is trying to CONTROL me.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Blog hop post

We are trying to do the blog hop again. Hopefully the human is up to doing the codes.

Visit to My Vet - the Story

We went to My Vet this afternoon in the taxi. It worked out much as I had thought. Lynettea trapped me in the carrier and we went in the taxi. We had the waiting room to ourselves and then My Vet carried me in to his surgery. He wanted to weigh me straight away, so took me out to the weighing machine in the hall. I stood very still on it and then he checked the weight I was when he saw me a couple of weeks ago. I was the same weight.
He said I was of a rangy build and he didn't want to do any more tests on me.
He recommended I try to eat some different crispies and he gave Lynettea some sample packs for me to try. Then we went home in another taxi. I was covered over most of the time, except in  My Vet's surgery, so I didn't see a lot.
I have to go for another appointment in six weeks time.
Lynettea didn't take any photos at the Vet, but here I am waiting for the taxi and after I got home. You can see in the first photo that I am doing some mouth stretches to warm up for my singing in the taxi. I have to do that to pacify the taxi driver. This time I was quiet, after a few reminders to Lynettea to not jiggle my carrier when she picked it up.
After we got back, Lynettea took me out into the garden for a look around and I felt glad to be home.

Gearing up to go to My Vet

We should be taking the taxi to the vet in three quarters of an hour.
There will be the usual battle with Lynettea's inept efforts to put me in my carrier. Then I will entertain the taxi driver with a song as we rush down the street, with Lynettea clinging to my carrier in the back seat. She hangs on the wires, because one of the drivers put the brakes on so sharply on one occasion that poor old Diamond was tumbled over in the cage. He wasn't well at the time, which made it even more distressing.
Yesterday, Lynettea was fastening my lead, while telling me she really loved me and I was safe with her and then managed to tread on me when she stood up. Of course she was very repentant, but my tail still hurt and I was very wary of staying near her.
I am not looking forward to this ordeal and thank my friends for their kind thoughts on my behalf.
I will make a full report as soon as I can.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Getting Ready

I am getting ready for tomorrow's visit to My Vet, Dr Andrew. Lynettea says I will be weighed again and to eat up my food so I can swell up a bit. One of her friends yesterday made some rude remarks about me being thin, which were quite unwelcome.
Lynettea started to get more worried and I had to take her for a walk at twilight to relax her.
She keeps looking at my foods and measuring them with her little kitchen scale, which she hadn't used for years.
At the moment I am still snuggled up in my cosy, waiting to see if something nice will happen before I get up.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

my thyroid test was okay

My thyroid blood test showed it was normal, in case anyone was worried. So the Vet hasn't found anything wrong with me yet. But my food is still being weighed.

No cats visible at G20

Lynettea and I watched part of the G20 this afternoon, at least she watched and I curled up beside her in my cosy with one ear open. We heard Barack Obama's speech at the University of Queensland and then saw the Greeting to Country to start the conference. Lynettea did her best to keep me informed, even though I kept my eyes shut most of the time.
There were no cats present, as far as we could see, and Lynettea was disappointed that there were only a few women leaders. There was talk of helping the environment, especially the climate and the Great Barrier Reef. There was talk of helping women to be more equal.
Maybe one day...
It was nice to watch together and I felt so safe and cosy that I fell asleep.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Relationship with your human

What is your relationship with your human: parent, sibling, carer, guardian, friend, companion, playmate, kitten, nuisance? What other roles do they have?
Lynettea said she thought it might be carer:-)
And she may be right. I didn't expect to have to undertake such a demanding role at my young age, but my mother must have thought I was ready.
I have to patrol Lynettea constantly, making sure she moves around. I put up my paws and MIAOUW at her until she gets moving. There are also the constant reminders to get my food, feed the fish and taking her out for exercise. It is no easy role and I have to keep myself focussed.
That means I need long naps, preferably on a soft cosy with some relaxing music in the background.
I would be interested to hear the views of other kitties and woofies on this topic.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


Hot jazz. Lynettea decided to play some jazz music for me to liven me up. I heard Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie and suddenly I couldn't stop myself. I sprang onto a small space on the dresser, small because it is cluttered with LYNETTEA'S THINGS and up to the fridge top., very clumsily nearly knocking off the phone. Lynettea quickly changed the music to a complete Rachmaninov collection.
I am lying down now.
The vet nurse rang and said I might have to change my dry food diet to another sort. I heard Lynettea say she would collect some when we go to My Vet next Tuesday. We already have an appointment.
I will live for the day and not worry about that.
I have already had a 'nice walk in the garden' with me finding patches of shade to lie in under the crab apple tree and the grapevine. Lynettea doesn't like standing under the crab apple tree as the branches are low and she has to crouch to get under.
It is getting hot. I might go and say hello to the fish. I know they love me, but they are hiding under their weeds and leaves.

Monday, November 10, 2014


Lynettea says I must be feeling better, as when she tried to pick me up to go in after our walkies I started writhing.
She put me inside and shut the door while she spent a long time watering the pot plants and the flowers around the street tree. This means it is going to be hot tomorrow.
I played in the straw on the driveway while I was out and Lynettea sat and watched me. Then I took her up and down the street on her lead. I think she enjoyed it, although she never seems to appreciate that the darker it gets the better for hunting. We hadn't been out in the street together for a while so it was a treat for her.
After she locked me inside I felt annoyed and when she left the bathroom door open, I pulled all the towels down and dragged them around on the floor.
She didn't notice for a while, as she was too busy weighing my food.

early morning bask in the sunshine

Here I am supervising the fish from on high, while the early morning sunlight fills the enclosure. The fish probably want to think of me as their guardian, but I am not altogether comfortable about that. It is a big responsibility.

Measured food

All my food is still being measured and weighed.
 I am not sure if I have gained any weight and we haven't got any results of my thyroid test yet.
And I want to go out. I am sitting here with my tail draped over Lynettea's arm, my eyes focussed on the world outside, past the insect screen,where there is sunshine and the birds are calling me.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

my Moon Bear

My moon bear keeps getting on top of places where he is not wanted.
Lynettea says perhaps he climbs up there when I am not watching. I don't think that can be so. I wonder if she is putting him there. She doesn't seem to like him being in his rightful place on the floor. Sometimes he even tries to rest in my bed.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014


At lunchtime Lynettea brought my food outside into my enclosure and I had a nice picnic lunch. Then when we went into the garden, she brought out my dinner of Royal Canine food pouch and I ate it all up. Then she put down my dental crisps and I had a few of those.
I might have been looking for a dove, but OUR DOVE THAT WAS BROUGHT UP FROM AN EGG IN THE GRAPEVINE flew off making a whirring sound. Lynettea is worried I might want to play with it too vigorously.

My Vet

I saw my vet yesterday and he took some more blood to test my thyroid.
I didn't understand all of what he was saying. Humans seem to think it is sufficient to say 'good boy' when you have stood motionless on the slippery scale for them. All the remarks were addressed to Lynettea as if I wasn't in the room. It was my health being discussed after all.
Lynettea explained that I am to go on a strict regime of food. She has to record every packet of food I get and weigh my dry food. I told her that I am quite happy with the roast chicken brought back hot from the supermarket, but she is not allowed to do that right now.
I am almost sorry she took me in.
Now let us go into the garden. I have to help Lynettea with her Japanese homework.

Monday, November 3, 2014

in the catnip jungle

I have my private jungle of catnip under the grapevine at the side of the house.and my jasmine.