Read my considered thoughts and opinions.
I am continuing the blog of Diamond, cat sage and haiku poet.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

It's sunny outside, Sasha

Why don't you go outside, Sasha?
Who is that?
Lovely sunshine in your enclosure.
But I am already very busy.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Not much to say

Not much to say, because I am back to my new routine of sleeping in the velvet house during the day and coming out in the late afternoon.
I feel comfortable about the new arrangements. My velvet house is on one end of the lounge and one of my other cosies is at the opposite end. This gives me a reasonable choice. I am in my other cosy at the moment, doing a bit of grooming.
Lynettea spoke quite sharply when I tried to help her on the computer.
There is hardly any room for her to sit and watch TV. I prefer her to watch some TV, as she can cuddle and pat me at the same time.
Other than that? I went for a quick walk outside to my new grass clump and to check for foot traffic on the street. We soon came in, as I saw some suspicious humans. (Lynettea says I think everyone is suspicious.)
I tried to supervise Princess Aurora while she was eating. Lynettea said Aurora does not like me a centimetre from her nose. But she doesn't seem to mind. We go eye to eye.
Lynettea says if I get too near the fish they will get indigestion and she tells me off. How does she know that?  She seems to think she knows everything and I know nothing. The fish do not look as if they suffer from indigestion.
I am the one who suffers. I am told not to go here and not to go there, so in the end I don't know where is best. So I go everywhere.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

No posting for a while

I have been spending all day in my velvet house and only coming out at night, so haven't been posting.
This morning I had my photo taken while resting on the bed.  Lynettea says maybe that phase has passed.  What does she mean by that? She says she does not enjoy little paws stabbing at her if she goes to the front of the velvet house.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

I am using my velvet house

After all the fuss about giving away my things, I decided to use my velvet house after all. Lynettea says there will be no room for anyone else to sit on the lounge, as my other cosy is at the opposite end.
But what is the problem with that?

Friday, June 23, 2017

My things should not be given away

Today we had a visitor. One of Lynettea's friends came to see us. The friend had a kitty who is now by herself, as her other kitty passed on. Lynettea offered the kitty one of my cosies, a velvet house that I only used once, long ago. She thought it might make the lonely kitty feel warm and safe.
But I thought not.
Although I had not even seen my velvet house for a long time, because it was hidden away at the top of a cupboard, I decided to keep it.
I sprang inside and curled up for a long stay.
So the friend decided not to take it after all.
Am I selfish?
Lynettea said it is okay, as her friend can afford to buy another cosy if she wants. But she thinks I won't keep on using my velvet house, so it is a waste.
But the other kitty might not like to use it either.
We kitties make up our own minds and we like to change them too.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

I am a movie star. Even the fish want to feature me on their website. I have my special place called "furry friends". Here is my latest YouTube video, tiled " Sasha grooms his tail".
It is very educational.

Sasha Grooming his Tail: guest post on Princess Aurora PondFish

Here is the video on YouTube

Lynettea said she thinks it is funny. It is a serious business, grooming. That sort of comment just shows how far humans need to go in understanding feline etiquette.

Saturday, June 17, 2017


I can't believe it is the weekend already.
I haven't had time to get used to it yet. Hopefully I can get up late without news of further disasters.
We must have a conference about not watching any news for a week.
What is that? The morning newspaper?
Give me a break!

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Still in Trouble

We still aren't getting on all that well.
Part of my duty is food tasting  and quality control.
Lynettea doesn't like me doing that. When I took the  tiniest lick of her soy carob drink, she chased me up the hallway.
I am seriously thinking of advertising for new staff. This is beyond a joke.
This is my 1111th post.

Wet Furs

Don't ask me. First it is a grumpy day and then being shouted at for sink jumping this morning and now a case of having to lick the furs dry.
When Lynettea went outside a short while ago, she found one of the pot plants on the bottom of the pond, rather than on its slate shelf.  A trail of water splashes led from the pond to the back door. I have been sitting on the kitchen floor, licking my furs.
A mystery. My tail furs are the wettest part.
Lynettea tried to dry the wettest furs with a paw print design microfibre cloth. She said it is especially for me, although I haven't used it before.
My tail doesn't appreciate too much vigorous drying, so I rushed out through the cat flap.
I think the fish may have been surprised that I joined them in the pond, as they know I do not like getting wet. But they didn't say anything.
I have gone back to my viewing platform now and Lynettea said I am looking very dignified.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Sasha listening to the Blues

My video of me listening to music. It is on YouTube. I hope it works. We are still very grumpy here.

Sasha listens to the blues

Sasha Grooming


I don't like being called Sasha the Slasher. But she needs discipline.
Patting me one day and leaving me the next day is not good enough.
I gave her head a biff with my open paw as she walked past the bookshelf, ignoring me. That made her jump! She screeched that she didn't want claws in her scalp.
In that case, why leave me all day?
I haven't been for a walk in two days and my furs have not been massaged or brushed for two days.
 And what about huggies? 
Why are you busy and where were you?
Your place is at home looking after me.

Monday, June 12, 2017

More about my bedroom

My bedroom is more like my studio apartment, as it also has my workstation and the TV viewing area. Of course I have a separate area for eating and a toiletry area elsewhere in the house. Then there is my outdoor rumpus room, where I keep my fish.
But my bedroom is a special area. I spend the morning lying in when it is cold and I also have my fur groomed here.
Lynettea is supposed to sit here for a while at night watching TV, so she can hug me and we can keep warm together. But sometimes she does something else. I don't like that. I have to keep reminding her that it is my TV time. I reach up to her and miaouw and tap her shoulder.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

my untidy bedroom

My bedroom is full of things to play with and three beds. My beds are my cosy on the lounge, my igloo and my summer bed on the floor. I also have two tunnels, my bear chair and my scout paper bag. I love jumping on the bag, as it makes a crackling sound. Another short tunnel also makes a crackling sound when I run into it. That tunnel is a good ambush tunnel.
Some of the bears have jumped onto the floor to play with me. After playing hunt the ball last evening, many of my toys are scattered or in hiding.
I think I will stay in my cosy for a while, although Lynettea has got up. It is a cold morning.

Friday, June 9, 2017

What was in the Box?

When Lynettea opened the delivery carton, I found three boxes of my special premium jelly style food and one box of my premium gravy style food.
After Lynettea unpacked them for me, I had a game chasing my woolly ball in the carton and Lynettea shot a video of me practicing short leaps from the carton.
Now we have a YouTube account, the fish and I wish to take advantage of it.
We are not sure if this works, but will try.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

getting ready to blog

I prepare myself first by making sure I am perfectly groomed.
Then I scan the room and reflect on what I wish to convey in my post. The human also needs to be ready.
Since this is for Hug Your Cat Day, I note that Lynettea hugs me every day and often I give her a hug too, as I think she needs it. I like to sit on her knees and stretch my body up hers. I am so tall that I reach her chin. I put my paws up to her shoulders and site there while she gives me my usual massage brush going over. This is often accompanied by hugging and followed by a baby brush grooming.

This is a Hug Your Cat Day blog hop. I got the linky from Athena Cat Goddess

A note on the Dove Murder

Lynettea told me she heard a jingling when she went outside this morning and a scrambling noise as if a cat was leaving over the fence. So she thinks a stranger cat must have come in and murdered the dove.
I could have told her that another cat was visiting, as I have been charging around looking out the windows and my enclosure at night for some time. She might have listened to me, but humans always think they know best, I find.
So she thinks it would have been the turtledove that grew up in a nest in our grapevine several years ago and stayed around the place. She has no evidence for this theory.
Anyway I suppose we could have a period of mourning, as she says. Except it should not prevent us doing everything I like to do. I prefer to think of it as a period of celebration of the dove's happy life loitering around here.

Monday, June 5, 2017

On Patrol

A few days ago, I found a prey. Lynettea dragged me away from the spot, as usual. She thought it must be a lizard and for some reason she loves lizards and does not like me carrying them around gently in my mouth or dabbing my paws at their tails when they fall off.
Lizards have very loose tails that fall off at the least little thing. They can fall off just by my looking at the lizard.
Anyway this was not a lizard. Lynettea made me go inside. She picked me up in a very undignified fashion. I did my best to alert her by wriggling all my limbs, but we went inside anyway.
The next day when I took her out, we headed straight for the same spot and I started sniffing and probing at the edge of the wheelie bin. I knew I had to alert her. She started pulling me away again and saying, 'No lizards, Sasha,' in that annoyed, sharp tone she adopts.
Then she decided to pull out the bin.
What a shock.
A dead oriental turtledove was lying underneath. We wondered how it had got there. Lynettea said she had not run it over with the bin, so we didn't know. I was made to go inside again and when I came out next, the dove had vanished.
I sniffed around there for a few days when I came out, hoping it would come back.
Just as well I am careful in my Patrol Duties.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

my scouting bag

I sit here and think of my future life as a scout. Lynettea has not bought me my special equipment yet. Scout cat rucksack is my first requirement. In it I will put my water bottle and hunting equipment and a woolly rug to keep me cosy at night. I need a cat scout tent for comfort when it is cold and rainy and my food bowls.
Lynettea asked me who was going to carry all this. I hadn't thought of that.
I wonder if she could carry it for me.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

strange position

'How come you are sleeping like that, Sasha? Is it comfortable?'
'I am allowed to sleep in on Sundays'
'Sasha, you sleep in on most days!'
'Well, we are on the cusp of winter and it is raining. What else am I supposed to do? Eat?'

Saturday, May 27, 2017

autumn sunshine

Streaming through the window: autumn sunshine.
Lying on the bed: sleeping cat.
Lynettea: 'Sasha why don't you go into your sunny enclosure, or take me out for my walkies?'
Sasha: Silence. Eyes shut.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Pond Fish Video

It is a bit cold and rainy and I am inside in my cosy on the lounge. Lynettea took a little video with her phone of the Pond Fish I supervise, just after they ate their breakfast. I said I would put a link to it on my blog, as they do not have many friends.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

My reflections on yesterday's trip

I have made some points to Lynettea about what happened yesterday, and I expect her to take notice.
1. She is far too domineering. She thinks she can organize me as she wishes. I am a male kitty and not used to being in second place.
2. I felt humiliated at being pushed and shoved around and having people speak over my head as if I was not there. The Vet spoke to Lynettea and concentrated on pushing me around on the table.
3. It was easy for the Vet to shove me around on the table, as I went rigid and was able to be spun around from back to front as he wished, without a struggle. I may not be as compliant next time.
4. My body may not have been hurt, but my ego was bruised. I will take some time to get over this humiliating treatment.
5. I stayed outside all afternoon and evening as a punishment to Lynettea. Normally I would have come in and snuggled in my cosy, or played with my toys in the lounge room, or rushed up and down the hall and done a spot of sink jumping. So she missed out on some positive interaction.
6. I need several weeks notice of any disruption to my routine.
7. The neighbour from next door is forbidden to enter the house again, on pain of my severe displeasure.

Monday, May 15, 2017

What a Magnificent Cat I Am

My veterinary surgeon, Andrew, was very pleased to see me again. He weighed me and gave me a very thorough physical examination. I am 4.9 kilos. My legs are working fine. They did not need to have their extension stretched.  They are very extendible already without interference. The needle for my vaccinations was pricky when it was stabbed into me. But I didn't complain. The worm tablet was not well flavoured. And I prefer my nails long so I can hunt better.
But I suffered all this without complaint. Andrew said to Lynettea that I was very well behaved.
Afterwards we came home in a Uber car, so we were not stuck in the waiting room for hours.
But now I need some stress free time in the warm sunshine.

where are we now?


Everything is quiet. We are waiting for something. Lynettea's neighbour, Orla's mother, went home after helping Lynettea imprison me in this cage.  I feel something may be about to happen, but I am crouched here in the dark, waiting.


No one notified me of a trip.
I don't like it in here. 
Where are we going?

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Saturday Treat

I was allowed to stay on the bed this morning for a while, as Lynettea said she was busy. I think she is going to toss me off now. Maybe we can go for a walk in the sunshine.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Time to Go

Now. Time to go is Now.

not right now but maybe soon?

If she is good I might take her out. Not right now.
Maybe soon.
After I come down I will wap her around the legs a bit, for going out and leaving me here.
The sunshine looks nice.
Are you ready?
You are busy now typing notes into my bloggie?
Desist, I say! Take me out at once!

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Sleeping In

Now the weather is cooler, I find it difficult to get up early.
Lynettea opened the blinds and switched on the computer.
Eleven o'clock already? Just time for a second nap.
No, I don't intend to sleep my life away. Why ever would you think that? You can make the post for me. I need to conserve energy.

Why would you need to conserve your energy. You have been sleeping all night while I kept my ears open for intruders. It is hardly fair to expect me to keep watch all day, as well.

 No I don't want a fur brush right now, at this minute. And I don't want cuddlie, or a walk, or a photo.
Leave me in peace.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017


The clouds have gone and I have climbed onto a chair to soak up some sunshine.
 We went out earlier to give Lynettea her walkies under my supervision.
When I jumped on the red-lidded wheelie bin to get some warmth, she started pushing it along the path to put it back behind the gate. Perhaps she is training me to be a Bob the Cat character, I thought.
It was too slippery when she tilted it and I sprang off.
 Then she thought we would go into the street again. Sorry, she needs to behave better if I am to take her out with me. We went back up the path and I took her in.

Monday, May 1, 2017

locked in

I went underbed when the air conditioning system was being serviced this afternoon and Lynettea shut the door so I would not be disturbed. Then she forgot I was there.
When I got out of the bedroom it was dark.
Here I am eating my dinner. End of a long day.

Sunday, April 30, 2017


Lynettea bought me this paper bag toy used by real scouts at the scout outdoor centre, when she got a rucksack. I think the rucksack is too big for me. I will be old enough to join scouts in a few years, I think. I am practicing my skills.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Ready for a Game

My favourite time for a game is late evening.
Here I am, ready to rush out and demolish all the wrapping from the day's shopping. I batted this box around the room. The best game was crunching the giant brown paper bag and hiding inside.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Rugged Up

The weather has turned cold and rainy, so Lynettea has covered my igloo with rugs to keep me warm. She has relocated it under the umbrella. 
I am hardly getting a look in to maintain my blog. She says she is working on another project.

Friday, April 14, 2017

what to do next?

I have had a massage all over with my kitty massager and my baby brush. My food trays are full. It is midnight. What anout a run around the house?

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Sunshiny Day

I have been reclining in my outdoor cane igloo most of the day. Lynettea carried out all sorts of housework this morning while I snoozed. Of course I had to listen to her sweeping and washing, but it is soothing to hear one's human servant at work.
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

Adjusting to normal time

I am having difficulty in adjusting to normal time after we finished daylight saving time last Saturday. Lynettea goes to bed even later than before and it is more difficult to get her up early. The best hours of the day are being wasted.
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

Passion for Pasta

I love it when Lynettea cooks pasta. I love to help her. I love to get a pasta spiral and suck it. If it is good, i suck it a little to make it mushy and flexible.
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


When my food bowl needs filling, I stare at her until it is refreshed.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Basket Nap

I was sleeping in my basket on the washing machine this morning, while Lynettea talked to her sister on the phone. They talked for a long time. Every time one said they should go, they found something else to talk about.
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 had to go out much earlier today, as we had a Skype conference this evening.
    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.

Ginger Cat

This ginger cat was sitting outside its house when Lynettea went past. Ginger Cat kindly allowed Lynettea to take a photo.
Why she would wish to photograph a strange cat, I don't know.

Monday, March 20, 2017


In Australia, where I live, cats are regarded as feral animals. There are campaigns to get rid of cats that are not domestic. Only the other day, Lynettea would not let me see an article in the paper about a cat hunter, with a picture of him among his cat pelts and stuffed cats. He talked about selling one of the stuffed cats to people who put it on the lounge and treated it as a regular pet.

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


Because of last night's hunt, I am not allowed to take Lynettea out for walkies this evening.
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.

Gecko Beware

All geckos should be wary of cats. They should run into the undergrowth silently. Any cat can hear the least rustle of a gecko from a distance. Any lizards reading this blog, take warning. Skinks and geckos, pass the message on to your friends.

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.

Friday, March 17, 2017

My Massage

Here I am after enjoying a thorough massage with my new massage brush. Lynettea bought it for my birthday. At first I was not keen on it, but now I relish a good massage and ask for one most days.
The brush makes my skin feel stimulated all over.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

I was just telling bear this morning

I was just telling bear this morning how a cat advanced scientific knowledge by inspiring a famous scientist.
I am referring to the famous cat Trim,  who took Matthew Flinders, the Explorer, and his friend, the botanist Robert Brown, with him on the voyage to circumnavigate Australia.
Lynettea heard a talk about this yesterday. Robert Brown discovered Brownian motion, by looking through a microscope at the pollen of plants he collected on the voyage.  The particles in water moved in a jiggly motion reminiscent of the antics of a cat darting here and there on the deck of the boat, chasing after a ship's rat.
Only these particles were even more lively and restless. They jiggled all the time, as if they were being bounced around by some tiny and invisible things.
But there was only clear water. So what could these other things be?
Unfortunately for Brown, Trim had gone with Matthew Flinders after the voyage, so he was not there to help find the answer.
In 1905, physicist Albert Einstein explained that water molecules were banging into the pollen grains and making them jump around. We don't know if Einstein had a cat who helped him in his important work.
IMPORTANT NOTE : We just found out that Einstein had a helper cat called Ernest.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Switch off the light

Excuse me!
Switch off the light.
I am trying to get some sleep.  It is late.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Saturday Selfie

Lynettea says this is a wonderful photo of my eyes.
I am not so sure.
And I would like some more cuddlie. My claws are reaching out to remind you.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Cats tatooing one another

Cats tatooing each other. Lynettea thought this was 'gorgeous'and I should post the link. Personally, I think the artist is being too imaginative in the designs, although if he has observed cats tatooing one another with fish, what can I say?

Monday, March 6, 2017

Napping with two of my bears

Moon bear and tiny blue bear are napping with me.

The other bears stayed in their cosy

And I fell asleep