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

Wednesday, April 22, 2015


Lynettea told me that my primary job is to look after her. I help her just by being there and making her laugh. I find that rather insulting.
I am sitting in my cosy with my eyes shut. Is it cold enough for her to get me a hot pack? My ears are pricked. I must supervise her typing before I go to sleep. We are listening to jazz radio. She thinks I like Jazz.
Now I have my hot pack. Very comfortable. I am stretched right out. I hope she doesn't interrupt me. Now curled up.
Sasha signing off. . .

Tuesday, April 21, 2015


I helped Lynettea by letting her read some of my poems at a poetry reading. She had to read and talk for an hour, so she asked me if I would let her read some of my work. She also read some of Diamond's poems that were published by the National Library. He was very proud of those, especially as they put lovely illustrations to go with the poems.
Then she asked me if Diamond's and my haiku hints could be used in a competition for schools and I was happy to agree. Lynettea said I will be able to look at the entries as they will be blind judged. Does that mean I have to read them to her when she has her eyes closed?
I am not sure if I want to do that as it sounds like too much work for me.
I have put on some weight and my fur has grown fluffier. Lynettea says that is because it is getting cooler now. I also helped supervise the fish when the pond water was changed. That was easy, as I told them to swim under their rock shelves and weeds until the fresh water rose up again.
Lynettea says I am getting so much more responsible she will think of more jobs for me.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Hunting for Easter Eggs

On Easter Sunday we went hunting for any eggs the Easter Bilby might have left in the garden at night when we were asleep. I went straight to the native violets, as we thought it would be bilby habitat.

There were no eggs in the native violets
Lynettea looked up at the quince tree. She said, 'Maybe the Easter Bilby thought we already had eggs, Sasha.'
But I thought to myself how could the quinces be mistaken for eggs?
Then we looked in the flowers. My petunias in one container are being overtaken by tomatoes, but there were no eggs.
At first I thought these might have been strange looking eggs. But no, they are shallots. Lynettea pulled up one to cook for her dinner.
I looked up towards the grapevine, but couldn't see any eggs there. Or any nests either. The leaves are turning yellow because it is autumn.
Underneath the grapevine my catnip plants are growing. They grow wild into a catnip jungle. But there are no eggs hidden there either. I was very disappointed and decided to go inside again. When we went into my enclosure, Lynettea said, 'I wonder what is in that box, Sasha?'
There was something inside the box. It wasn't an egg. It was a round object. I peered at it and then rattled the box and the round thing shot out and bounced.
'It is a ping pong ball,' said Lynettea. 'The Easter Bilby must have known that neither of us eat chocolate and has left you a ping pong ball to play with instead.
After that I had a good game with some of my toys and the ping pong ball. I hope all kitties had an enjoyable Easter celebration.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

when will the Easter Bilby come?

I managed to get outside to look for the Easter Bilby. Lynettea thought I was asleep in my tunnel but I was really in my enclosure. When she took out the recycling I stepped out quietly and looked in the native violets. That area with Westringias and native violets and Correa would be attractive to the bilby and it might even drop a few eggs, I thought. Lynettea saw me and picked me up and took me in before I could see anything much.
'The Easter Bilby won't be here until Sunday,' she said.
How does it get here I wonder. The fences are high. It must be a very good hopper.
'It may not come for you, Sasha,' said Lynettea. 'You don't eat chocolate, do you? And neither do I.'

Easter Bilby Time

This is not a good time of year for me, as everyone is talking about Easter bunnies. Then someone mentions Easter Bilbies and how endangered bilbies have become and many other small native animals. They are all doing it tough. Then everyone turns and glares at me, because everyone knows who is causing the problem: introduced rabbits and FERAL CATS.
I hardly get a chance to catch bilbies from my confined quarters, so why is everyone staring at me?
Lynettea was riding on the bus today on her way to the dentist, when she overheard a conversation between two men.
One man asked the other, 'Have you bought your rabbit traps yet, for Easter?'
She wasn't sure if this was meant to be humorous.
And why is there no special Easter food for cats?