Friday, April 14, 2017
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
As a reward, I took her out for walkies after lunch and inspected where she had swept up the leaves. She did a good job. Some leaves were still left for me.
Sunday, April 9, 2017
I am back using my winter cosy, as the weather is cooler.
And she has reduced my posting time, because she says she is busy.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
For some strange reason I am not allowed to do this.
When I tried to do it this evening, she made me go into the hall and shut the door. Never mind, when I got into the kitchen again, I managed to lick her dinner bowl before she could stop me.
Then we went outside with the halter on. As soon as I went through the gate, a big raindrop fell on my back, so I ran back inside. Then it poured with rain. Just as well I warned Lynettea. Otherwise all her clothes would have got wet.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Exhausted after my work trying to analyse data at the Skype conference and my efforts advising Lynettea what to say, I enjoyed my rest.
So I have gone back to sleep again.
Will there be hunting this evening? I dream of skinks and geckos.
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
I looked for lizards, but could not find any, particularly as Lynettea kept pulling me away from dead leaves and groundcover. So I stretched out on the path for a while.
I had to rest, because I find these Skype conferences exhausting. I am always waiting to give my advice and Lynettea pats me when I miaouw. No-one else listens to me. It is just the voices coming out of the speakers.
I sat on my post for a while and then went to the lounge, stretched out and fell asleep. It is very very humid and warm after the huge downpour we had yesterday. Like the tropics. My fur is not used to it.
Monday, March 20, 2017
Apparently the feral cats are killing a lot of native animals. The native animals are not used to cats hunting them, so they are not wary enough. We are good hunters, so would probably catch them anyway.
So it is best for me to stick inside and only go out with Lynettea to protect me. I also look after her.
But it is not as much fun chasing a ping pong ball or tossing a fluffy toy in the air. So I enjoy my hunting, when I get the chance.
NOTE: If cats are feral, what are humans? Humans destroy more.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
I am not sure if this is to punish her or me.
MIAOUW MIAOUW. It is dark and I can hear the lizards rustling in the fallen leaves.
It is still hot outside, with more hot weather tomorrow.
I put my paws up to her.
MIAOUW. Can't we go outside?
'Maybe tomorrow morning,' she says.
I have been forced to write the message above. Lynettea said she was unappreciative of my behaviour. So in order to keep the peace in our household, I am doing as she says (on this occasion).
Last evening we went for our twilight walkies. It had been a hot day at 34͒ C and I had been relaxing in my seagrass chair while Lynettea did some work on the computer.
Now it was My Time. Hunting Time.
I began by probing a patch of dry leaves near some empty potting containers. Lynettea pulled me away, as usual, so I lay down and rolled over and over on the warm concrete driveway. The warmth seeped through my furs onto my skin. Luxury.
We stayed there for a while and then I took her into the street and checked out the tyres of several parked cars and sniffed around the Stobie pole. A jogger ran past in the centre of the road and I crouched down. I mingle with the twilight in my velvety grey fur and he did not seem to notice me.
I took Lynettea back into our yard. Then - quicker than an arrow : I have a gecko in my mouth, run down the side path and into my enclosure. Still wearing my halter and lead, I dart through the cat flap, without catching the lead, and up the hall.
'What have you got, Sasha,' she says. Sees the gecko tail on the floor.
'Is there something in your mouthie, Sasha?'
She picks me up. 'Careful, Sasha. Don't squash it!'
She carries me down the hall and into the kitchen. Are we going to cook it? I am Distracted. Gecko drops to floor.
'In here, Sasha!' She thrusts me into the hall and slams the door.
Then I can hear her.
'Come here, dear gecko. Mummy will pick you up. Quiet. Quiet. Don't run away. I will take you outside.'
Back door slams. Then, after an interval, the door into the kitchen opens.
'It's okay, Sasha. You can come in now.'
She brings in a broom to look for the lizard tail, but it has vanished.
I bolted through the house a few times and checked all around my enclosure for the intruder.
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
IMPORTANT NOTE : We just found out that Einstein had a helper cat called Ernest.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Monday, March 6, 2017
I felt mortified. This was my most serious haiku, talking about cat/human relations.
game of thrones
the cat assumes
the best seat
They laughed at some of her works too, she said. I felt embarrassed for her.
At least the stress of anticipation was over. Whatever was done, was done.
Sunday, March 5, 2017
No sheep will attend either, as they stopped making woollen things at the mill a long time ago and it is now used by local artists.
Lynettea is one of four poets reading and there will also be an art exhibition, a haiku workshop, and some music and a haiku wall.
Just as well she has me to write works for her.
I will stay at home and hope she does not fluff it up.
|Sasha: Haiku Poet|
Saturday, March 4, 2017
After they went away, I came out and had a brush with my massage brush that I got for my birthday.
Lynettea was surprised that when she asked me if I wanted to have a brush, I came out straight away. She doesn't think I can understand what she is saying. Perhaps that is why she sometimes tries to miaouw to me. She tries a sort of pidgin miaouw, without proper tones and accents. I can't understand it at all.
In this weather, we only think of weather.
I am having my Saturday sleep in because the street is quiet.
Soon the buzzing of the car race will start, coming all the way from the parklands. Can I hear something now? The sun is getting brighter.
Friday, March 3, 2017
It is too hot for me outside. So I will stay in. At least for a while.
If I get up quickly, Lynettea may put the teddies back.
I did not realize before that this chair is perfectly designed to fit me.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
It is forecast to be 37°C today. I will need to rest.
Monday, February 27, 2017
I hope she is not getting any ideas of going out on the street with me like that. I think she is totally hopeless at singing and she does not have a guitar.
Of course I would attract all the attention, but it might be embarrassing for me if she tried to sing or play anything.
And I don't think I would enjoy all those people staring at me and trying to feel my soft furs.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
After breakfast I can make an early start on napping for the day.
It has been cooler for the last few nights, so I am using this special scarf knitted for me by a friend who understands my needs.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
More about Trim and some pictures of Trim can be found here and there:
Matthew Flinders says:
The text of the book can be found here
Trim's statue by John Cornwell behind Matthew Flinders's own in Sydney, Australia.
Plaque dedicated to Trim at Mitchell Library, Sydney
|Another statue of Trim, in Donington, Lincs, Flinders' birthplace Link|
Prince William admires the statue of Trim the Explorer Cat.
His human Matthew Flinders is in the foreground.
The bronze memorial was unveiled at Australia House, in central London.
A special statue of Trim and Flinders will be unveiled today at Port Lincoln by the Governor of South Australia Hieu Van Le.
Lynettea says she will find something more about this for me to add.
Trim was the first cat to circumnavigate Australia and there is a book written about him by Matthew Flinders, his faithful human, who looked after Trim while he carried out his important tasks. We have a copy.
I am curled up here because the bright morning sunshine is resting on my bed and the noise of the traffic is rushing through the window.
'I am shutting the window and slanting the Venetian blinds, Sasha.'
Good. After a tiring day yesterday in my underbed cosy while my roof was being fixed, I need some relaxation.
Friday, February 24, 2017
I leaped on the bed at 6.15 am to wake Lynettea. She had to get up early to get ready for the builder arriving at 8 am to repair my roof.
She was not grateful, as she shrieked and looked at her alarm clock. She said the alarm was set for 6.30 and glared at me, but got up anyway.
First of all I had breakfast and then we went on a lizard hunt in the garden.
Lynettea was annoyed that I caught a skink and dropped the tail. She shook me a bit and I dropped the skink, which hid under a tissue that dropped from her pocket.
I wanted to get it back and wriggled a lot, but she forcibly carried me inside.
Then I had some more breakfast from my bowl and did a few more morning exercises: a bit of sink jumping and dashing up and down the corridor.
Now the builder is here and he is in my enclosure, so I am hiding in my underbed cosy.
There is a lot of banging.
I don't like that.
I think I will stay here. It might be time for my nap.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Yesterday, we had a phone call. The insurance people will be coming to repair my roof tomorrow.
Lynettea said that after my roof is repaired, I will be able to sit outside, even in a thunderstorm.
I don't think I fancy that.
'I won't force you to sit outside, Sasha,' she told me. 'But tomorrow you will have to stay inside while the roof is repaired.'
The hailstorm punched all the holes at the beginning of November 2016, a long time ago now.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Monday, February 20, 2017
Saturday, February 18, 2017
But I forgave her.
When she opened the door, I showed her how tolerant I am by jumping in the sink five times in a row.
Few humans would be as tolerant of bad behaviour as we kitties.
Yes. I want to bolt down the corridor and swipe at everything that hangs or flutters.
No. Don't tap into that phone.
Yes. I want my feeding station refilled.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
I was surprised at this. She has a lot of difficulty understanding me and cannot understand the language of humans from other countries (except for a few).
On the other hand, cats from anywhere can understand one another. You don't find a Chinese kitty unable to communicate with a French kitty, or a kitty from USA being unable to understand a kitty from Russia, or Germany. Humans could learn a lot from us if they wanted to.
It isn't a very big palm tree, but restful to have it nearby, as it reminds me of nature.
My birdbath is just beyond the trellis in the garden. Some birds may dart down for a splash in the water.
Tranquil and peaceful.
I can hear the fountain as the water falls from the mouth of the dragon into the pond. How would you describe that sound? I might drift off to sleep thinking of it . . .
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
THANK YOU KITTIES!!!
She said it was a little difficult to cope with the numbers of cats that arrived, and we could not have managed if they had not been virtual visitors. I am not sure what virtual visitors means. I did not count them, but Lynettea tells me that a total of 547 virtual kitties were running through the house during the day and evening.
I took some of them on a rat hunt down the side of the house. Lynettea had a bunch of party style decorated halters, but she found it difficult to follow us, especially when I led them under the crab-apple tree and into the Westringia bushes. I am not allowed to go there, because Lynettea says she can't crouch down far enough, but as it was a party, she allowed us to have elastic extension leads, so we could go farther than usual.
But we were not allowed to catch any rats, even though we could smell the creatures on the ground and on the fence palings. I was also told not to bring back any lizard tails, moths, butterflies, grasshoppers etc etc. But everyone enjoyed sniffing for them.
After that we went under the grape vine and played in my catnip plantation. I don't bother with the scent, but many of the kitties found it VERY EXCITING.
Monday, February 13, 2017
We went for a walkies, as it was cool and pleasant in the garden.
Then I had another helping of my favourite jelly food and leaped on the washing machine. I was turning around in my cosy preparing for my morning nap, when I heard strangers at the door.
'It is your guests, Sasha, for your birthday treat,' said Lynettea.
I bolted into the bedroom and into my underbed cosy, where I feel safe.
The three visitors were not my friends. They were Lynettea's friends from the gym. One of them asked where I was, but after that they chatted and did not try to find me. Lynettea told them it was my birthday and I was resting.
After they left, Lynettea decided to change the water in the fishpond and do some gardening, so she shut my door, trapping me in the front of the house. It was as if I were in prison.
'But Sasha, you still haven't come out!"
She is trying to fob me off.
'I will come out when I feel like it.'
I hope the rest of my birthday is better.
Then she said, 'You will have to go Princess Aurora's blog to get your special web birthday gift, Sasha, as I can't upload it onto your blog. It is a little book for you. Only very small and humble. The fish agreed to put it on their blog to humour me.'
I could see that she had tried very hard.
Here is the link to the blog. I am going to look for the link on the post to see my book. Princess Aurora has also designed a special card for me from the fish.
It is very early and Lynettea has to go to bed, or she will not be fit to look after me for the daylight hours of my birthday.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Today I sense a problem. Cool air is drifting up the hall with the front door open and she says she needs to make the bed.
I will lie here and see what happens. My claws are ready.
'Be good, Sasha! Get off while I make the bed. '
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Friday, February 10, 2017
Lynettea has just come home and switched on the airconditioner.
She hopes there is no electricity load shedding in this area tonight. No blackout, please.
Lynettea said I must tell you that I have my own cat door and can go in and out as I please. She is not a totally thoughtless human.
I am still lying motionless on the floor.
Now I have got up.
I am going out again!