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

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

Is this funny?

The reading of my work went well, Lynettea told me. People even laughed at the last of my haiku she read.
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.
It was a cool evening after days of heat and I rushed through the house, banging the gate, leaping up to the washbasin in the bathroom and down. Clatter, clatter, bang! All my bears tossed from their cosy to the floor.


Sunday, March 5, 2017

My poems being read today

Some of my haiku will be read today at The Fringe Arts Festival. Lynettea has offered to read them for me, as I don't like car travel. She has to go to Lobethal, a small town outside Adelaide, to read them at The Woollen Mill.
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

When the Jet Planes Flew Overhead

When the aerial display of planes flew right over my house, I went underbed. Lynettea said I looked scared. They will fly again tomorrow, she tells me.
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.

The first beam of sunlight

The first beam of sunlight pours through the window onto my summer bed. Another hot day coming up, but the air through the window is cool.
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.
I woke Lynettea at 6 am by headbutting her. She quickly got up to serve my breakfast and then I went back to bed for a nap.
I like my new breakfast time, as I feel more in control.

Friday, March 3, 2017

It is too hot for me in my furs

I managed to drag myself out here to the kitchen and lie on the floorboards, waiting for Lynettea to get home and switch on the airconditioner.
And no, I don't want my furs shaved. They are short already.

This is my chair now.

I have tossed all my teddies to the floor and this will be my new sleeping place.
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.