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

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

why do I go wild?

When we have a game I sometimes go wild. I leap around the house, slash at Lynettea from my bookcase, climb up the wall hanging, get on her bed and wave my claws at her.   She says it is wild and naughty to do this and I am a crazy thing.
But I must. I feel the compulsion. She wants to know what sets me off.






Monday, November 13, 2017

birds or flowers?

Are these birds or flowers? They have bird-like heads with beaks.




Sunday, November 12, 2017

Is our garden now a tourist destination?

This morning a small flock of sparrows have come to the birdbath. They are making such a racket that even Lynettea is taking notice.
 I am in my enclosure, in my cave under my bus seat. But I think we might have become an exotic tourist destination for sparrows, after one escaped the 'jaws of death' and Lynettea took it back to the garden.
It must have passed the word around to all its relatives, as if we were some sort of zoo to visit. See the dangerous predator from your safe viewpoint on the birdbath! Splash away and view the tiger! Never mind about the poor defenceless cat with his property being invaded.
I refuse to come out for their entertainment.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

teaching her a lesson

Who is the master of the house? Miaow? Sasha is the Master of the House. Obey me!

I am beginning to have my doubts as to how well she understands my wants.

If she understood me, she would obey instantly.

Standing behind her chair, after I have issued my instructions as loudly as I can -  because everyone knows that you need to shout if someone does not understand what you are saying, I am forced to take physical action. Perhaps that will work. Claws extended and on hind paws. Slash.

Not a good reaction. Instead of doing what I request, she has shut me out of the kitchen. Miaow. Miaow. Miaowwwww!!!!

I may as well go outside and see if any prey has come into my enclosure. It is still mild outside even though it is dark. But I want to go inside. Why am I out here? It is my house.

Creak Creak the door opens. I dash in. Food! Light! Obedient Slave! I feel like Aladdin.

'Would you like a nice massage, Sasha?'

Well, I might consider letting you brush my soft furs, if you are very very good.

under my bus seat

I sit here and think of what I might have been and what I might be if I were allowed to reach my full potential.
As a pet, I am limited in my choices. How would she like to be a pet?

'Now that's a thought, Sasha! Food on demand, comfortable accommodation, a slave to order around.'

Well I am not sure I would like to spend my time looking after her, or hunting in the supermarket for her food. She doesn't eat normal food like mice or lizards or insects.


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

She took the bird

A sparrow flew into my enclosure and I thought I had wild food for dinner. I caught it and ran inside, in spite of Lynettea shouting. What was she doing trying to frighten it off?
I held it gently in my jaws and she asked me to let her take it. She took it in her hand and carried it out, shutting the door.
'I put the sparrow on its side near the lettuce shoots. Its tiny claws gripped my palm and its heart beat fast in its tiny chest beneath the soft feathers.  When I walked away to fill the birdbath and came back, it had gone silently. The earth was bare.'

And where was my dinner?



Monday, October 30, 2017

Where did spring go?

Yesterday it was hot and windy. Today I am snuggling in my furs again.
Yesterday evening we played some games. Lynettea was pleased, as she says I lost interest after being tortured in the collar for so long. I felt indifference to everything.
I chased after my ping pongs and my rattly balls and went into my tunnel and ran up and down the hall. We batted the ping pong around.
 It was like old times.



Friday, October 20, 2017

But I am okay today

It is calm again today and everyone has gone. The termite spray people left yesterday. I am miaowing a lot and telling Lynettea what to do in case she has got out of practice.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

looking inside

But I can't get in and scared.

under my bus seat

I was fooled into going outside and am hiding under my bus seat in my enclosure. My cat door is locked so I can't get back into the house. My bus seat is fully enclosed with a cosy underneath, so I am safe here. The termite man is spraying under the floorboards. I hope he goes away soon.

In hiding

We were up early which is never good news. I was able to rush in and recline on the bed and Lynettea served me breakfast quickly.  I barely had a mouthful before painters arrived next door. That was not too bad, but next the termite people rushed in to our place. I am under the bed. Lynettea said I will have to come out later. A lot of noise. It is scary.

Before the noise started

Monday, October 16, 2017

getting purchase

Sometimes you just have to brace yourself on something to get the job done properly.



Sunday, October 15, 2017

I can't get used to daylight saving time

It is nearly 10:30 a.m. and I am still in bed and I don't want to get up. How come Lynettea is always springing up early nowadays, even in the weekend? I am just settling down. Daylight saving definitely disrupts my normal routine.
'Lazybones, Sasha. Get up. The day awaits!'

Let me alone! I have been at the window all night guarding the property while you slept!
'Okay. Good kitty! Take your time.'
I will!

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Accidents will happen

One of the new things we got was a new microwave. The old microwave was not really old, but it started making a cracking noise and Lynettea was too frightened to use it. The microwave before that nearly burnt the house down, three years ago, and she didn't want to take any risks.
I agree. I remember having all the firemen come in their giant white suits like space creatures and me running past them out the front door, with the fire alarm screaming in my ears. I jumped over the fence and hid in Orla's shed. (Orla is the dog next door). Fortunately Orla didn't want to use the shed and didn't find me there. Orla's parents looked for me, but they couldn't find me either. I stayed out until 10 o'clock at night, when I miaouwed at my bedroom window for Lynettea to let me come inside. It was starting to get colder and I felt peckish.
She seemed to be in a terrible state and it took ages for me to calm her down.
No we don't  want a repeat of that!
Well, Lynettea spent a long time yesterday trying to get up courage to try the new microwave. After exhaustively reading all the instructions she could find, she put in a mug of carob milk to heat. Good. She sat down to drink it very appreciatively, having had no home heated food for several days.
I jumped up on the next chair.
Then she put her arm over to pat me, caught her hand in the handle of the mug and emptied the hot milk all over herself, the table, the chair and the floor. There was only a tiny amount left to drink.
It took us ages to clean it all up. I helped by miaowing. Fortunately no milk went on my furs. The velvet covered chair I was sitting on was drenched, so it was a lucky escape for me. We seemed to be cleaning and polishing so many things for hours.
Now she wants to work out how to heat a lentil pie in the air fryer she bought. It would be easier to bring home a hot pie from the shop, I think. There don't seem to be any recipes for heating things.
Or why not just open some foil packets of pre-prepared foods. That is all I get. Plus a few dried crispies from a bag.
Why is there always such a drama, is what I am thinking.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

not playing with the mousie

We got some new things. Not many, but that means our storage needs reorganizing.  While Lynettea was looking at our old things, she found some of my toys on a string in the shed.
'You never play with these, Sasha,' she said.
How could I play with them if they are packed away? The human at my place does not always use logic.
She brought out the toys and started waving them at me. She was really enjoying herself, so I grabbed a furry mock mouse and scrabbled it to entertain her. Sometimes I feel sorry for her. I went off down the hall and she pursued me, waving the mousie on its stick. You really have to wonder.
Then she waved electronic mouse at me. It has flashing blue eyes.  I never liked it.
It is past time for morning rest.
'Want a cuddlie, Sasha?'
Not just now, thank you!


Friday, October 6, 2017

What will happen next?

Today I am resting comfortably on the bed. Lynettea gave me a special hug and said not to be anxious. I can see she is anxious. When she says 'not to get worried' that can really set me off worrying. However I have decided to live for the day, at least today.
There is some banging around next door, so I don't feel comfortable in my cosy on the lounge. The bedroom feels safer.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

A long time since posting

I haven't been able to get to my computer for a very long time. Lynettea has been busy doing unnecessary things on it and ignoring what I have to say.
I have tried to attract her attention. I make her pay attention by miauwing and patting at her, so she knows she has to feed me and let me take her for her walkies.
The weather is getting warmer and it is nice to scramble through the garden and poke about, or to sprawl on the warm paving.
She says it is not good to hunt for lizards or leap at the fence, but I sometimes do.
At night I have had to be on alert for intruder cats, which means I need day rest.
Lynettea says she is trying to learn cat language. That might help us communicate better. After all I have learned to understand some human language. Why is it so hard for her to understand me?





Thursday, September 14, 2017

No Cat Fights

I am not allowed out at night to have cat fights with other cats. But I meow very loudly at the windows to drive them off. 
It is spring, although the nights are cold.
Lynettea says it is keeping me fit, rushing through the house from window to window. But only one is open and it has bars and insect screen. Better than nothing.
She wants to go to sleep, she says. But if I don't keep warning them off they won't leave my property.
My tail has gone bushy

Has the intruder gone?

Friday, September 8, 2017

Thinking of kitties in danger

I am lying here thinking of kitties who may be in danger in the dreadful storms.  We keep hearing news of Florida and have a friend there. But this is not the only place. Keep safe everyone. Look after your humans and take care yourelves. We hope animals are also considered in the rescues and evacuations.


Saturday, September 2, 2017

keeping your grip

When sleeping at night it is a good idea to keep your limbs under control. Otherwise who knows where you may end up?
After a comfortable sleep, an intrusive photo session.
What will the day bring?




Friday, September 1, 2017

No bucket

What do I want now? I am thinking about my numerous demands.


Thursday, August 31, 2017

She wants me to play with this ball now

This is  called distraction technique. She wants me to play with the ball. We went outside on the halter and sat for a long time in the sunshine. Now I am relaxing again in my enclosure. I need to think about my traumatic experience, but I will do that later. Now I will just spread myself out and relax. No more bucket.


Bucket comes off. What next?

You call that washing? My furs are a complete disgrace.
I need to groom myself all over.




Before

Lynettea washed me this morning with a kitty wipe. This is just before.


Wednesday, August 30, 2017

I set the alarm off

If it wasn't bad enough being in the bucket, I set off the alarm when Lynettea went out to shop. I have to stay close to her I think. Everything seems to be going wrong lately. What a loud noise for my sensitive ears.


Another day in the Bucket

I didn't sleep much last night.
Lynettea refused to open the window, because she said it was too cold.
 I crouched outside her bedroom door for hours and when she came out in the middle of the night and saw me there, she was sorry and opened the window.
I spent the rest of the time supervising the yard from my window perch. It was tiring, as my bucket gets in the way.
I am lying here now waiting waiting waiting.



Tuesday, August 29, 2017

when can I go out?

I can't get through my cat door. It is sunny outside. I want to sit on my chair in my enclosure.
'No, Sasha. You fell off your walkway with the bucket on your head. It's too dangerous!
When can I go out?
'We will try in 2 days time. If you are good.'
I am good. What do you mean. How can I be gooder? MIAOUW MIAOUW MIAOUW!!!
'We went out a short while ago and sat on the air conditioner in the sunshine and listened to the birds singing. Didn't you like that Sasha dear?'
I want to sit outside on my chair by myself in my own place without my halter on.
'Well you can't have everything.'
Yes I want to. MIAOUW MIAOUW MIAOUW!


Monday, August 28, 2017

Cleaning the Bucket

How many days have I been trapped in this contraption? It needs cleaning.
 I can't reach my furs to clean them, so Lynettea is sponging me. She cleans the bucket too, if it gets something stuck on it.  But I have to clean something. Lynettea says it is cat instinct.
When will it come off? That is what I want to know. Or does she plan to keep me in it? Already it feels like forever.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

A cat visitor cheers me up

A cat friend in Queensland, called Marley sent a lovely picture of himself as a virtual visitor to cheer me up. I am still lying here passively, but am thinking about his kindness in thinking of me.
It is warm where he is in Queensland. I will fly there in my imagination and join him on the roof. He is looking at birds in the tree canopy and that would be entertaining for both of us.
Then we could jump down and have a game running across the lawn.


No-one wants to hear

Lynettea says my readers are probably tired of hearing about my problem of being trapped inside this plastic thing around my neck.
I spent most of the night looking out the front window at the street and longing to be free.
It was freezing cold, but I like fresh air.
Now we have the window shut and the heater on and I am getting a well-earned rest.


Thursday, August 24, 2017

still in the bucket

I failed the exam and am still in the bucket.
Lynettea had to bring me home again with it on my head.
When will it come off? My furs must grow faster. Can I bring them up with my willpower?
I am sitting on the stove, which is forbidden. In a moment she will snatch me off.
I have a new flat food tray, so I can eat my crisps with the bucket on.


Wednesday, August 23, 2017

morning in the bucket

I have had a thorough massage and am ready for the day. Lynettea muttered something about the Vet tomorrow. It would be good if I could get out of this bucket. She said she is suffering more than me. She hates to see me in this.   But she is worried I will start licking again.


Sunday, August 20, 2017

Sunday sleep in bucket

Sunday rolls around again. I have had a thorough wash with a hypoallergenic kitty wipe, which I enjoyed, and my furs brushed. According to Lynettea I need to have my furs washed twice a day, because I cannot do self grooming. I don't complain. I would like to nestle and get washed and brushed and massaged even longer.
But I can still groom my toesies and I also help Lynettea groom the bucket.
I ate my jelly food early this morning and will now have a sleep in.






Saturday, August 19, 2017

Psychology

I don't think she realizes the psychological impact this bucket is having on me.
I sometimes feel apathetic and just lie there wondering when this will all end. Does she plan on keeping me in this device forever. My furs would go grey with worry, if they were not grey already.
I am not eating as much as I did before.




Thursday, August 17, 2017

at the vet

Fortunately the waiting room is empty. I have a rain shelter on.
A pack of dogs arrived just after I wrote that. The vet nurse carried me in to the vet's room 2 to wait. It sounded as if the dogs were annoyed at one another. Bark! Bark! Bark!
Then the vet came in and examined me. I had good marks for furs growth, but failed at getting the bucket removed.
After that we went home.
I took Lynettea out for a short walkies to destress, although she seemed relieved to be home. We took Uber both ways and the drivers were helpful loading my cage.. And it didn't rain. My waterproof sheet nearly blew off in the wind, but it didn't, as Lynettea grabbed it. She tries to be helpful, I think, but she doesn't take enough notice of what I tell her to do.
Now I have to go back again in a week. Will it never end?
When will my normal lifestyle resume?