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

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.