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

Saturday, December 31, 2016

She Talks to Lizards

I was in bed this morning when Lynettea opened the front door to get the newspaper. She disturbed the lizard that had been sleeping between the door and the breeze blocker you can see in the photo.
I heard her talking to it. Does that mean she is mad? She was telling it to crawl on her hand so she could take it out.
The lizard was having none of that. It ran into a crack.
She is very persistent and managed to get it outside and onto the newspaper.
Then she took 'Mummy's lizard' into the garden where it 'could have a lovely life and not starve', according to what I could hear.
I thought she was my human mummy, not a lizard mum.
She was surprised I just kept lying there.
After this, I am wondering what the rest of the day will bring.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

My habits

I have decided to sleep all day and stay awake all night.
Lynettea asked me if there was something wrong with me, but it seems natural for me to do this.
She thinks it is very annoying.


Watching TV

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Waiting for the thunderstorm

Here I am waiting for the thunderstorm. One is forecast to arrive soon. My scratching post is covered with a plastic groundsheet, because rain may come through the hail holes in the roof over the pergola. Even though it is sheltered by the iron roof, the rain may sweep in.
I think I can hear thunder in the distance.

Shut in the Wardrobe: was it an accident?

Lynettea found me a short while ago sitting on her shoe storage boxes in the wardrobe. She couldn't find me anywhere, and so finally she opened the wardrobe door.
She said, 'There you are Sasha! Thank Goodness You Are There, because I thought you might have Gone Out.'
How could I go out, Pray?
'I looked for you everywhere.'
After you went out for lunch with a friend and then after you came back and had afternoon tea and sat talking for a couple of hours, you started to wonder where I was?
'I was in a panic, Sasha. I even looked in the garden for you!'
Why would I be outside? Everyone knows it has been bucketing down with rain all night and everywhere outside is sodden and now very hot and humid. My cardboard box under my bus seat is sodden and my cosy is wet.
'Where are you going now, Sasha? Underbed? Come out! Come out! I promise I will brush your furs and give you a big cuddlie!'
I will stay under here for a while now. Even if you shine the flashie torch at me. You will only see my back.
'Are you feeling sickie, Sasha? Come to Mummy, Sasha.'

Sasha stays under the bed.

Will he come out for dinner?
Is he feeling ill?
Is he really disgruntled at being in the wardrobe all day?
Does he still love me?

Rain through the holes the hail made in my roof

Last night most of my things had to come inside again, because rain fell in torrents and wind blew it. A plastic drape went over my big carpeted tray on a stalk, to protect it under the shelter. It was nice having somewhere different to go underneath as I pushed up the cat flap.
This morning Lynettea had to bucket water from The Pond, as the water was nearly at the top.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Listening to which music?

I am trying to rest in my cosy underbed, while Lynettea selects relaxing music for me on my music service.
I have my own player near my cosy, but not too near.
She tries flute music, then blues, then jazz. Then she types in some names. Medieval, not much there, then some composers.
Nothing satisfies her. I have switched to feline relaxation mode.
The morning passes.
Finally she settles on Chopin. She says her mother played Chopin on the piano.
I am vaguely aware of the nocturne playing. Did Chopin have cats? He should have.
I think I am dreaming. Even the camera flash only captures my back.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Thunder weather

After a hot and dry Christmas, we now have tropical weather.
I feel lethargic except when I am alerted by a sound. Maybe it is the toes of the turtledoves clicking across the pergola roof?
We had thunder when the rain came over and all my play equipment had to come inside again, as the roof is still full of hail holes.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

But I decided to come in

Even though we didn"t go for a walkies, I decided to come in for my Christmas dinner.
Lynettea said it was too hot for her to stand outside and if she gets sick, she might not be able to look after me to my usual requirements.

40 C degree Christmas

Am I silly, outside in the heat? Lynettea is inside with the airconditioner on. She said, 'There you are, Sasha. What are you doing outside. Come in.'
But I didn't.
I am thinking about it. Maybe she will take me for walkies first, as it is only 39 C and the sun may be sinking soon.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Seasons Greetings

Happy Celebrations to all Kitties and their Devoted Humans.

If you click on the image, it should biggify itself.

I have decided to tell Lynettea that I have enough toys to last me forever. What I want is for her to play with me and the toys. I like that. Sometimes we don't do that very often, because she is rushing around doing other things. Meanwhile, I need her attention. 
As for new expenses, I have all I need. I am going to give my gift money towards the welfare of looking after some stray and abandoned kitties and other creatures. Lynettea says she will do the same as her gift from me. 

Of course if I really need anything, I expect she will attempt to get it for me. 

This is a blog hop: Caturday Art by Athena Cat Goddess

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

In Hiding

Some very noisy men in bright yellow protective suits blew leaves all along our street this morning. They went up one side and down the other. They blew leaves under the cars to the centre of the road, but also swept a lot of dust into the air and onto the porch of our house.
I know this because Lynettea told me. She said I was very good to be still sitting in my cosy on the lounge under the front window while all of this was going on.
It was very noisy and dusty. Lynettea went outside to pick up the daily paper the Advertiser and was drenched with dust and bits of floating dry leaves. She rushed back in and shut the front door.
After that I had breakfast, my favourite, jelly style Royal Canin premium cat food.
Why is it called Canin when it is for cats?
It should be called Felin or Feline.
After all the excitement, I am now in hiding. Lynettea doesn't know where I am.  I am beaming my thought particles to her to enter on my blog. One of her friends visited this morning. Lynettea had requested me to sit on her friend's lap, as she said the friend had bad news and it would comfort her. But I didn't come out. I can't help people all the time. I need a life of my own.
I am not available for happy camera snaps this morning.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Thoughts on Travelling

I saw the remarks the fish made on the Blog. They have a limited vision from their watery world and think of me as the Guardian, like a sort of Jedi knight, looking after their interests and watching over them. So they thought I had been sent away for special training.

I had a lot of time in that foreign place for quiet contemplation and reflection on my views in life. At first, I was very nervous among strangers. I could hear other cats who had come for the training, or holiday, or whatever you may like to call it, but I couldn't see any of them.

I had my own private apartment, with sleeping quarters upstairs and the kitchen/dining area below. The attendant was Pam, who the fish tell me was my human litter mother when I was an ignorant tiny kitten. I don't recall her, but she came up and patted me when she delivered my meals. She appeared quite calm and used to looking after the requirements of felines.

On the day of my return, after inspecting the unnecessary changes made to my property, I spent a considerable amount of time in regaining control over Lynettea. It doesn't take long for a human to get a bit uppity and start ordering you around. I sat on her for several hours, which made her more obedient. Of course I mean several hours in total at different intervals.

I ordered her to groom me, as my furs were full of loose fluff. I also told her that I did not appreciate her conduct of the last week. She doesn't take much in, unfortunately, being a fairly typical human and just made remarks like, 'Are you feeling alright, Sasha?' whenever I started to lecture her.

She hadn't even tidied my cosy under the bed, and it wasn't until late in the evening that she managed to sweep out the area. She had washed most of my bedding, so it didn't smell quite right. I have a lot of beds. She says it is, 'too many beds for the one cat!'

Friday, December 16, 2016

I am beginning to settle in. There is a lot of work to do now Lynettea has untidied everything. I am glad to be home to take charge. I think the fish have missed me, although they had already dived under their rock shelves when I checked on them. 
I spent some time telling Lynettea of my displeasure while she fixed water and food for me. 
My furs needed a lot of immediate brushing, as there were loose furs and I like to be well groomed. We sat for some time while Lynettea used the baby brush on my coat.
I have a better window perch and some high up perches along the kitchen wall that give me a different outlook. Before anything else it is time for a rest in my cosy.


Back home

You didn't need to bother building this new place for me, but now it is here I will use it.

Called home urgently

We think Sasha is being called home urgently to help organize Lynettea. His skills are needed to supervise her getting the house in order again. We are expecting he will be chauffered back by Pam, who has been kindly looking after him in her cat hotel.
Princess Aurora for The Pond Fish

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Will Sasha be home again?

We could see Lynettea carefully arranging all Sasha's equipment. We think he may be home tomorrow.
Princess Aurora.

News about Sasha from the Fish

WE just heard that Sasha will probably return tomorrow. WE hope he has learned to be a good and wise cat while he has been trained. WE think he probably needs more discipline . . .
But that is from our FISH point of view. WE hope he does not get annoyed at our entries on his BLOGGIE.

If anyone knows of any fish bloggers, we would like to meet them. We might be more encouraged to post on our blog if we had some blogging fish friends.

Princess Aurora for THE POND FISH.

A Report on Sasha

We fish have just received a report on Sasha. We thought we would post it on his bloggie to reassure his friends. WE ascertain that he is not being very social. We hope he is feeling alright in himself.

From the responsible human at his new place:

I have not seen much of him as he likes to hide as you know.  I just move things and  touch him and make sure he is well.  The food is being eaten and the litter box used.  He would be out at night, which is normal for them.  As you know he is in his pen, so that is where he would explore under cover of darkness.   

Where am I

The human who is feeding me is the one who helped force me into the cage.
The fish have sent me a message:
Princess Aurora for The Pond Fish: 'Honourable Sasha, you are at your birth place. Do you remember it from your days as a young kitty? Lynettea told us you had been taken there, as she thought she should explain your absence. Perhaps you have gone there for some difficult life-training and will come back to us (we hope) as a more learned Guardian.'

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

I am not in this basket

Do not be misled by the photos. I am not in my usual places. I have to use these old photos because no-one here is intetested in taking my photo. They have other things to worry about than to bother with me or my blog.
This experience has made me realize that I am not the centre of the world. Too often, favourite kitties assume their dominant position will last forever. I must adjust to this new situation.

In happier times

The human who brings me my food told me that Lynettea had emailed today and been told I was eating. Nobody asked me if I was enjoying this new place. I wonder if someone would give my fur a brush if I requested it.
I would probably be told that this was not a hotel.
The fish said they would request Lynettea to ensure this went on my blog. I would like to be able to assure people that all was okay, but I cannot.
The fish said that Lynettea was too busy to miss me. She is dashing around  and there has been a lot of disruptive noise and drifting dust. They are thankful they have their Pond, which remains tranquil.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

some news from The Fish

The fish are trying to pass me some messages from their blog. They are not in contact with me either.
My friend Streak passed away suddenly soon after I was abducted.


another telepathic message

Lynettea hasn't phoned me, so I am not sure what is going on or if she knows where I am trapped. There are other cats here and there is a human allotted to feed me.

Monday, December 12, 2016

message beamed telepathically

I was seized from under the bed and uploaded to a cage. My legs extended wide to avoid being confined in the cage, but  were forced in by powerful arms. I was uploaded into a station wagon and abducted at high speed, covered by a blanket so I could not see where I was going.

Sunday, December 11, 2016


I am under my bus seat in my cool place. The sun is fierce, even though it is not a heatwave. My bus seat is sheltered by my artificial grass draped over it and has a nice cardboard apartment unit, with a cosy inside it. My mock fur rugs are on top, for when it is a bit cooler and I can lounge on them.
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

My things vanishing

My kitchen bookshelf was emptied and vanished up the street, to someone else's address. I don't think that neighbour even has a kitty to sit on it and look out the window.
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?

Something is going on

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

Me relaxing

At last we find the right picture. Will it upload? A hopeful kitty.

Getting used to the technology

I think I need a younger human!!!

Relaxing after walkies

After a short walkies, I decide to bring Lynettea inside again. She can't expect me to be outside with her all the time.
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

Sleeping on the Bed

Some kitties are allowed to sleep on the bed of their human. I am not  sure  that  it  is  fair  that  I  am  not.
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.

Monday, December 5, 2016

My enclosure restyled

Lynettea has started to watch some TV programs on design and decided  to restyle my enclosure so I could see out more easily.
Here I am in my basket near the birdbath.
The birdbath is outside the trellis.
My table is at a convenient height for me to supervise the visiting birds and I can see them from inside my basket without alarming them.

Sunday, December 4, 2016


I haven't been under the bed for five days, as you may have thought, if you read my last post. I have been waiting for the human to let me post. Sometimes I feel powerless.

This morning it rained. The weather forecast said it might rain at lunch time, so Lynettea was not prepared when she saw raindrops beginning to fall when  she went to the  window early in the morning.

 She had to rush out to bring in all my valuable equipment. The holes the hail  made in the suntuf roof are still there and some have grown larger and rain falls through.

The insurance company forgot to tell the person in charge of weather to switch off the rain.

My scratching posts and baskets and rugs are piled up in the laundry and kitchen, which is inconvenient. It is not easy for me to use them in untidy piles.

Has it stopped raining? It is very humid.
I have looked out the window and could not see raindrops, although the path is wet.
Will we go out?

Lynettea says I might not like to get my paws wet.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

I went under the bed

I was right. We were waiting. A man came to change the water filter.

He said, 'Where's the cat?' as he remembered me from last year. I am a very memorable cat.

He saw me rush past down the hallway and dash into the bedroom. I went into my safe place, my cosy under the bed, and Lynettea shut the door to the bedroom for me, so I would not feel frightened. I might stay here for a while now . . .

It is nice and dark and cool.

Waiting for?

We are definitely waiting for something, but Lynettea won't say what it is. I don't want to get too tense, so am staying in my cosy.
But that doesn't mean I want a camera flashing in my face!

Monday, November 28, 2016

There was a kitty, but he didn't come out

Lynettea went to a friend's place this morning for morning tea. There was a little week old baby (a very small human, she tells me) and a toddler (a tiny human that can walk around and is very uncertain in behaviour).
The Cat of the House was in hiding, which does not surprise me.
The toddler had been trying to poke the cat in the face and eyes. Not very pleasant. Humans, as you can see, need to start disciplined training early and even then, some of them are never suitable for cats to own. We need to be very selective.
Lynettea said they ate some gourmet French pastries, which I would not have liked. How does she know that?
I like to sniff and tongue test most foods.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Patriotic Cat

Do cats have a country?
This afternoon Lynettea went to a Proms concert by the local orchestra. They played Land of Hope and Glory and Britons  Never Will Be Slaves, even though this is Australia.
 People waved little Union Jacks and the Australian Flag, which has a union  jack and the southern cross on it. It is much prettier, with the stars.
I like the stars, because I like being out in the evening when they start to twinkle.
Lynettea said they are  far away suns and some may have little earths whizzing around them.
I wonder if they also have quarreling  humans on them.
Lynettea told me not to be silly. If anyone is on those little planets, they would definitely be aliens.
I wonder if any have kitties   . . . ?

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Executive decision

This morning  I  have made an executive  decision  to  rest. Here  I  am  on my sofa in  my  cosy.
I have my paper bag screen on my table in front of my cosy, to give me some privacy at night.
In the morning it is folded up after I  decide  to  rise  and  stretch  my  limbs.
Every cat needs his devoted human slave.
My important brain work means I  need plenty of rest so the cells have time to recuperate.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Sasha in Action

I sometimes entertain Lynettea by playing with my athletic equipment when she is watching. She calls it 'toys', but toys are for kittens.
 I undertake a program of personal training on my equipment, in order to stay fit.
Lynettea thinks she is my Personal Trainer and likes to throw the ball for me to chase. She loves to play with  my plastic tunnel that has a ball inside.

We shoot the ball along to one another from each end.
My paws are much better for hitting the ball  than her fingers and I make it shoot right to the other end with one blow.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Do my ears really look like that?

I am sure my ears are not as pointy as this.

I look  like a kitty from the planet of Mr Spock in Star Trek.
Lynettea says it is because I am really close to her and she has tilted the camera.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

No further mention of holiday camp

I haven't heard any more talking about holiday camps. Does that mean that I need not concern myself?
I heard Lynettea saying something to my human 'Kitten Mother' on the phone, wondering about accommodation at her place for a short holiday. Maybe we would both go together, so I could catch up with my real mother. I haven't seen her for over three years.
Lynettea says she would have moved on by now and I must not hanker for a reunion. But meeting up with one's real birth mother must be important. Maybe she could give me some extra advice on training my human, as I think I may have been too young to completely finish the relevant courses. I was flung out to fend for myself at three months of age.
I don't want this to sound like a sob story.
Maybe holiday camp and maternal reunions are not all they are cracked up to be. Maybe my real mother would not even remember me and I would feel rejected.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Sunday, November 20, 2016

What is my Role?

After watching television with Lynettea, I had a late night.
We slept in, as it is the weekend and I was curled in my cosy on the lounge when she woke me for a massage.
Even my exquisitely  detailed left front paw had a short patting session.
After that, I decided to help her make her bed, only to be picked up and put in the hallway, with the door closed in my face.
When Lynettea reappeared  some time later with a pile  of  sheets  to  wash, I wondered about my role as helper.
She put out some fresh jelly style premium cat food for me and said what a wonderful cat I was.
Then I went  out to check the boundaries. It is going to be very hot, so I think there will not be much activity  until nightfall.
I went into my cosy under my bus seat to relax. It is cooler there.


Saturday, November 19, 2016

I could smell chicken but I didn't get any

Lynettea's friend brought roast chicken takeaway for lunch, but ate it all. Lynettea ate her usual diet of unhealthy vegetables.
I was lounging in my outdoors play area, high up.
When it came to twilight, I took Lynettea out hunting. I am not sure whether she will ever learn, as she doesn't show enough interest.
There was a small lizard tail lying on the ground, but she  made  no  move  to  eat  it. We stood in the skink hunting ground for a long time, but she has no patience. Her noisy commentary must frighten them.
As it was a nice, warm twilight, a cockroach flew past. I darted after it, but was pulled up by the halter. It is a nuisance having to take  her  with  me.
Then a few mosquitoes   started buzzing around, so she said we should go in.
Earlier we got as far as the front gate, but a man walked up with a stick and a bucket and stared at me, so I took Lynettea  in again  quickly.
Now it is a matter of constant perimeter checking and is going to be a busy night for me.

Friday, November 18, 2016

A Cat's View of Love

My articles in Lynettea's writers' group anthology were much more popular than hers. I feel a bit sorry for her. She asked me to write something for her to take to her workshop today.
I think Love would be a good topic.
Do humans love? I think their idea of love is different from a cat's view.
Lynettea told me she thinks cats mainly experience 'cupboard love'. I looked that up in Wikipedia and it seems to be about love of food.
Of course it is necessary to instruct your human to provide you with appropriate and nourishing food. So it is necessary to know where the food is kept. Mine is kept in stacks in the laundry.
It is also sensible to remind your human to feed you.
Various methods can be used: tapping your human, miaowing, leading them towards the bowl.
 If this does not work you can employ more drastic methods such as yowling, scratching and slashing, trying to trip the human as they walk around the house. These methods are used as a last resort.

Another kind of love is where your human is stroking or brushing and gently cuddling you. That makes you feel safe and appreciated for all your supervisory efforts. There is a limit to contact, though and the human must be sure to have your permission.

Entertainment: the human who makes efforts to entertain the cat by playing and letting the cat play will be appreciated. I like to check on my human by giving her a head butt and miaow. This keeps her stimulated and alert. Otherwise she may be sucked into the electronic equipment and never return. Keeping your human healthy and engaged is a lot of work, but very important for a cat's well being.

Lynettea tells me that there are other kinds of love that humans feel: altruistic love, such as turning the other cheek if someone injures them. I could hardly believe her when she told me. It is so nonsensical. Why would anyone give someone the opportunity to hurt them further? The best approach is to avoid that person. Some humans return again and again to someone who is causing them harm. To a cat that is not sensible.

Some humans love to order others around because they think they know what is best for them. I am not sure what kind of 'love' that is. I like to order her around, but I do know, from my natural cat superiority, what is best for both of us.

These are some of our cousins. Do we love them?
Lions at Monarto Zoological Park, South Australia

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Our Skype Conference

Tonight Lynettea and I had a Skype conference with voices of humans from Interstate. Lynettea  is supposed  to  be  helping  with  a  big  website. I tried to join in as best I could, as I could hear the people were confused as to what to do and I have a lot  of  experience  running  my  blog.
They  couldn't  hear  me  very  well.
At one point the developer said to  Lynettea, 'I can't hear you' and she she said it was 'her cat' and he was trying to scratch her when she opened the drawer.
Well, my scratching post is near the computer for obvious reasons. She needs   constant instruction and supervision.
Lynettea  said she had never heard me miaouwing so much.
I did try to give them as much advice as I could.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Strange ideas of humans

After the hail damage to my enclosure roof, you can imagine that I was keen to check the rest of my property. In spite of this, Lynettea failed to take me out.
I decided to rest in my private place under my bus seat. I have a cosy there in a small cardboard apartment, sheltered by my artificial grass.
When Lynettea took some rubbish out to the bin, she thought I was inside the  house and was surprised to see me walking down the path. I was not permitted to continue my inspection, as I let her pick me up and take me inside.
She said, 'I don't like you outside without me, Sasha, as it is too dangerous for a kitty.'
I do my best to supervise and train  her, as   readers  know.
I think of myself as an adult now, and feel that I need more respect.
We then went for a walk,  where I had to take her on her lead, proving how much she relies on my support.
When we came in, I ate a few snacks from my smorgasbord.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Hailstorm damages my outside enclosure roof

A hailstorm just swept over with hail like eggs. It was so loud I hid under the bed. It punched holes through the roof of our pergola area and then the rain poured through the holes on some of my equipment.
I am hunting for pieces of the roof. I found one piece and Lynettea said, 'Leave that alone, Sasha. It is very dangerous. Let me know if you find any more pieces.'
I was only trying to help.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016


Lynettea said to me that I have had well over 100,000 views of my blog now. That is a milestone. She was not sure when I reached the 100,000 mark.
Some kitties will be viewed a lot more, but I feel pleased at this. I hope some kitties have benefited or felt encouraged by my opinions. Lynettea often tells me that I am biased in my views and that maybe I speak too much.
,.km . (these last marks are my own typing). I don't get on the actual keyboard very much, but I felt worked up at my last comment. I need to supervise Lynettea closely from my scratching post near the computer.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

I am hungry

Please get off the computer and refresh my plate for me. I require a new helping of Premium Jelly Style Cat Food for my late evening snack. And don't say, 'Shoo! Shoo, you are blocking the screen.'
It is not healthy to sit in front of the computer too long.
I need my human to be well rested and ready to serve my requirements in the morning.
I am thinking of my breakfast menu. Do you want me to scratch a few notes of it on your new storage boxes in the wardrobe? I think you had better try to remember it, as it will help you to retain your brain functions.

Kind wishes,


Friday, October 28, 2016

Miaouw of Command

I was standing in the kitchen, using the Miaouw of Command, which I use when the human is disobedient or slow in filling my requirements, when a very distressing noise started.
She was TRYING TO IMITATE ME. Her voice was completely out of tune and of course meaningless.
I suppose she thought it was a Miaouw, but humans have no idea. Then she did it again, several times, pathetically trying to imitate the rich tones of my voice.
What a racket!
I need some peace and quiet. I think I will go and claw my rug.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

I could be a champion

If I had some professional training, I  could  be a champion squash player.
My talent was discovered by accident last night. Lynettea and I were playing 'dash through the tunnel', 'hunt the ping pong ball' and a variety of other athletic sports, when she threw the  ping pong ball into the corner between the sofa and the wall next to the front door.
We played a game of squash with it. I dashed the ball around the walls and then   batted it back to Lynettea with my paw. We did this  number of times  as she was happy to throw the ball back for me to practice.

It might be difficult to get a proper coach for me. Lynettea could look it up on the Internet: 'Squash coaching for cats'. But we might not be able to afford the fees. In the meantime, I am in recovery mode.

Sunday, October 23, 2016


There are two festivals (at least) on today. The Festival of Ideas and the Fashion Festival.
I already have some ideas. Do I want more? Lynettea seems to think more ideas are better. Maybe that is because she is a human. Ideas to her may be like possessions - cram the house with them and then spend all your time trying to find things and keep them in order.
I prefer   a simple life: a bowl of premium catfood, some tasty crunchies and an obedient human.
The Fashion Festival is at the end of our street. The street is quiet today as they have blocked the cars and trucks from rushing up and down.
But Lynettea says I would have to be very fashionable to go. I would need my furs styled and wear my diamond studded lead. And it will be noisy and crowded.  Perhaps I will just stay home.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Friday, October 21, 2016

Diamond reins

Lynettea was tidying the laundry today, with some new plastic drawers that she bought, and she found some cat halters stored away in a bag.
'I wonder if this fits you, now, Sasha,' she said.
Then she put one of the halters on me to go out. It was black, but had a row of sparkling diamonds on the lead.
'It fits you!' she said. ' That was Diamond's walking outfit. You are a big kitty now, Sasha!'
She even had to let out the buckle a little bit. Then we went for walkies. I didn't stay out long. I checked the fences and garden and sprang on a tall pot, squashing down the violas. Their petals were soft on my paws, but I didn't like the way Lynettea said, 'Naughty cat!'

Thursday, October 20, 2016

What a day

A lot of disruption today. WE started off peacefully, with me resting in my cosy and Lynettea busy around with her usual early morning preparations for the day. It is soothing listening to her getting the house in order and I do not bother going out to see the fish being fed, as I like to curl up after my  night patrolling.
Then the doorbell rang.
I fled into my refuge under the bed and Lynettea shut the bedroom door. She knows I like my privacy when someone comes to do work around the house. She shone the torch at me before shutting the door and said something about my having to move later. I disregarded that.
After a lot of tapping around the house, I could hear more conversation and then Lynettea came in again. I couldn't understand what she was saying: something about not to worry and I would have to move.
Then the termite inspector stated to pull the bed. HORROR. INVASION. I bolted out the door and into my enclosure. Was he going to capture me and take me to the termite torture centre? I have little faith in humans. Lynettea came out and tried to calm me down. I climbed up the trellis to see if I could get out at the top.
She said, 'Naughty Sasha! Come down!'
When I came down she picked me up and cuddled me, but I was too suspicious to stay. I bolted up the trellis again.
Then she went inside. ALL WAS CALM AGAIN.
Then it got really hot. And the wind started blowing. It was too hot for me outside, so I went in and curled up on the lounge.
But now it is night again. I think I will take a look outside.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Communication skills

I could hardly believe  my  ears  when  Lynettea told me that we were growing closer in every way and understanding one another better and better each day.
When I was a kitten, I  was  ignorant of the fact that I would need to instruct the human I had been allocated. I would sit around and hope for the best, most of the time.
When I got a bit older, I  began  to  realize  that if  I  needed  practically anything done, I would need to communicate with the human. Sometimes I wonder why I was allocated this particular human and whether, even, it might have to do with sins in one of my previous lives.
As we all know, cats have many lives. Some humans think it is nine, which probably seems a lot to them. The depths  of our vast inherent cat knowledge tell us it is many more than that.
As for communication skills, I have to use a sort of pidgin to communicate with her, mostly gestures.
She has finally begun to learn that if I put my paws up to her, she needs to check my food plate.
Then it is, 'Oh, Sasha  have you eaten all that food already? I only put down fresh an hour ago!' Or some other senseless remark.  Even simple needs like opening windows or switching off the light when I go to bed seem difficult for her to comprehend.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Cat of the House

Lynettea  says  I  am  Cat  of  the  House, which  is  a  very  important  title.
After being cuddled and massaged this morning, I fell asleep  on the bed on my  mock  wolf  fur.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

On guard all night

I am sleeping  in  at  this  late  hour  of  the  morning   because  I  was  up  all  night  guarding  the  house
 from  intruders.
Lynettea had pushed up the windows at the side and front so I could see out, as we had a warm night.
She got up early, while it was still dark and saw me staring out the window.  I miaouwed  at her and ran up and down the hall, rattling my ping-pong  ball. I have a lot of colourful ping-pong  balls, but they are  usually trapped in a container and it was  refreshing to see one on the loose.
Lynettea said, 'I am going back to bed, Sasha and you need to get some rest, so I am  going  to  shut  this  window.'
I jumped on the windowsill, but she pulled the window down in front of me. She was careful not to squash  me, particularly  not my tail.
Then she pulled down the  Venetian blind. Clatter, clatter.
After that I settled in my cosy.
Here is a picture of me sleeping in my cosy right now.
 I have a large brown paper bag that Lynettea  puts up each night on my little table, to give me some shelter from reflected lights and give me some privacy. It is from an adventure equipment shop. One day I will be an Explorer Cat.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Mummy's Gorgeous Little Sasha

I am not too sure if I like being called 'Mummy's gorgeous little Sasha'. I may be too grown up for that sort of baby talk. I am 3 and a half years old now.