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

Monday, December 17, 2018

The reindeer's helper brings a parcel

I am not sure why the reindeer didn't bring my parcel. Lynettea said they are very busy this time of year, so an elf helper brought it for them.

 He didn't look like an elf. More like an Indian man with flashing brown eyes and shining white teeth.  He drove up in a van. He made Lynettea sign for the parcel, even though it was for me.

Now Lynettea says we have to wait to open it, as Santa wouldn't be happy if we opened it early.

It is resting near one of my cosies, which isn't very convenient.

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Wrong Parcel

Lynettea said Santa and the Reindeer might be sending me a parcel, so I was quite excited when the Postman came today with a parcel wrapped in red and white plastic.
Lynettea said, 'It must be for you,  Sasha!' And dumped it on the table without looking at it properly, as we had visitors coming just then.
Later on she was about to unwrap it when she saw it was not from Santa.
What a disappointment!  I am still waiting for my parcel and hoping it is a thoughtful gift. Sometimes I get gifts that I don't like and I don't use them.

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

What a racket!

Woken early with the roar and clatter of the green waste truck from the Council.  Nothing unusual for a Wednesday. Every Wednesday it is the green waste or the recycling,  plus the general garbage truck.
Lynettea went over the road to collect the bin, only to find it was still full. Someone had moved it to the end of the string and a car then parked too close.
I knew she wouldn't let that alone and wheel the full bin back inside. She rang the east waste people and shortly afterwards their truck roared back up the street and emptied the bin. All good. Then she went over to collect both bins, as the red top bin for ordinary garbage had also now been collected. Oh no! The truck had smashed off the top of the red bin!
She rushed in, past me. I was trying to relax on the lounge. Sleeping was now impossible. More phone calls. She is now telephoning the Council to complain. They removed all the line markings in the street months ago and haven't replaced them.
I sometimes think that if humans did the work properly in the first place they wouldn't need all those people to answer complaints. That is the cat view.

Monday, December 10, 2018

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Comparing ME to DIAMOND

I think it is rude to compare the merits of one person to another. Particularly if you are standing in front of them.

I am standing here, or rather I am wrenching at Lynetta's lead trying to get her inside, while she is talking to a man who was jogging past the gate until he saw us.

The man stares at me and says he remembers Diamond, when he lived near here many years ago.  He tells Lynettea that his son, who was then a little boy and is now at University, still remembers Diamond.  Apparently they were friends. They both stare at me while I wrench the lead again.

Lynettea says that Diamond passed away at 16 and she now has me and I am not as friendly.

I wrench at the lead and she says, 'Sit, Sasha,' as if I was a dog. Reluctantly I sit.

They don't think I am as good as Diamond.
I think that it is very rude to talk about me like that. As soon as I can,  I take Lynettea inside.
She needs a lot more training.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

watching television

Another evening of television watching my favorite programs. Nature programs are what I prefer.

Sunday, December 2, 2018

I just woke up

I took Lynettea for her walkies.  The sparrow was definitely not in the garden as I spent some time checking.  We could hear the background noise of the racing cars.
 I felt hungry, so when I brought Lynettea inside she got my meal straight away. I had jelly style premium cat food, as usual and a plateful of my dry foods, for a mature adult neutered male that lives indoors, and my dental food.
As soon as I started eating,  Lynettea shut the door to the back of the house and I heard her slashing at the grapevine and watering plants.
Instead of looking at her through the window, I fell asleep on the lounge and only woke up just now when she tucked my soft scarf around me.
I wonder whether I should get up. It is much later.
But perhaps I won't.

A Racing Driver

Today I can hear the booming noise of racing cars. They are racing in the Parklands around the city. I wonder what sort of cars make such a loud noise.
It is like a swarm of bees magnified a thousand times.
'They can't hurt you, Sasha. Don't worry,  they are far away.'
Why does she think I am worried? I am thinking of a new career option: racing car driver.

Friday, November 30, 2018

Hunting disaster

I am now not even allowed to hunt dead birds.
A couple of days ago I found a dead sparrow near the side gate. Lynettea dragged me away before I could examine it properly. We had to go inside very suddenly and then she rushed out. When we went out again the next day for her walkies, the bird had moved. Maybe it wasn't dead? Impossible.
I sniffed around to try to locate it. No luck. A mystery.
Today I am checking in the garden bed and suddenly I find the dead sparrow resting  under the violets.  Anxious to examine it properly, I pick it up and jump to the footpath.
No luck.
'Drop that, Sasha!' she says. Then we have to go in again.

Monday, November 26, 2018

Sheer frustration

I have been thinking about career options.
'Oh. You have been thinking, Sasha. I don't like the sound of that.'
My preferred choices are:
1. Hunting
2. Mountaineering
3. Exploring new lands

'That is a concern, Sasha. What about me? And we go out for walkies every day. You don't want to stay out long and we have to come in whenever you see someone coming.  How would you cope?'
Well I suppose you could come if you wanted. I find it irritating having to look after you all the time. And you always stop me hunting.
'I have to think of the birds and lizards,  Sasha.'
Birds and lizards! What about me!
'You nearly fell off your upstairs runway yesterday trying to grab a bird on the roof. What if you had fallen?
'If you didn't have shadecloth over the top we could have had a dove for lunch.
'I don't eat doves, Sasha. You have plenty of cat food. Eat that.'

Well no use discussing it with her. Television is a poor substitute.


The weather is a bit cooler at night, so I am snuggled in my scarf.

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Good Morning Kitties

It is going to be a hot day where I live.
I wake up and start grooming. My pillowcase is a bit rumpled where I have pushed it aside.  Bear is nearby snuggled up in my fluffy scarf.
I am ready for the day.

Thursday, November 15, 2018

I need my beauty sleep

I spent the night patrolling the house and staring out the window for intruders in the garden.
Now I need my beauty sleep.
Please stop patting.  I will give you some cuddlie later in the day and even take you out for walkies if you are good.

Sasha having his beauty sleep

Tuesday, November 6, 2018


I have my own special setup under the bed. The mock fur bedspread hangs down to the floor, so it is cosy and well protected. I have a special nook with a velvet cosy and a carpet square.
If people that I don't know come into the house I silently retreat underbed until I am confident. 
If any tradesmen arrive Lynettea shuts the bedroom door so I can feel comfortable.
This morning an electrician came to look at a flickering light and I am still resting underbed,  even though he has gone. I think I will stay here for a while. It is snugly and I feel safe.

Me on top of the bed

Monday, November 5, 2018


This is late news and we are all safe, including the fish.
We had thunderstorms all night several nights ago.  Before she shut the bedroom door, with me in my lounge as usual,  Lynettea said she could hear the thunder,  but I was not to worry.
'If I hear any loud noise, I will come straight out and look after you, Sasha,' she said. ' It is only distant thunder, don't worry.'
Around 2 am there was a lot of lightning and thunder crashing over the house.
I heard the bedroom door open and her feeble voice saying 'Sasha, Sasha'.
Fully alert, I sprang to the rescue. I dashed straight in and gave her a big cuddlie. Soon she wasn't frightened any more. I got her to sit on the lounge while I went out to check on my play area outside. Fortunately,  no hailstones and the roof was intact.
I ask you, what would she do without me?

Sasha to the rescue, once again!

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Yoga Poses

Stretch the toes right out. Flex the arms and the legs. Ease the neck muscles.

After exhaustive efforts at supervising the human, I retire to my exercise post and carry out my routine.

Monday, October 29, 2018

Is it more noble to stay at home?

I think Lynettea will not be able to cope if I leave to satisfy my ambition to climb mountains. Looking back through the blog I see that Diamond also had ambitions but sacrificed himself.
He wanted to be a movie director in Hollywood   but only got as far as sitting in a director's chair.
We cats have so many duties!
I am trying to satisfy my climbing urge by leaping around here.
But it isn't the same thing.  It really isn't!
I get onto the cupboard by springing to the top of the door, then turning around and walking across the narrow ledge of the door frame.
Lynetta hates me doing this.  She really freaks out.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

A shocking noise

I have been up since 4am with a shocking noise. Lynettea said it was a faulty smoke alarm, but she didn't know what to do. I stayed outside part of the time, but it was cold. Sometimes the alarm switched off for a while and then it started again.
At 7am Lynettea rang the electrical service. The man in charge had just got into the office and he told her to get a broom handle and poke the alarm. It is a very high ceiling and she could hardly reach it with a long rod that was longer than a broom.
The alarm stopped.
That was really good.
I never realized how much I liked silence. The electrician came at 10am. The alarm sounded several times before that, but Lynettea poked it with the pole and forced it to be quiet.
I stayed outside under my bus seat while the electrician disconnected the alarm. We have new ones already that are connected to the fire service, so we didn't want this old alarm.
Then I took Lynettea out for a walkies to check all the fence boundaries in case I had to jump over and call for help. Then I checked all the rooms thoroughly.
This is all very tiring.
I need a rest and a completely unstressed week to follow.

My future career

I think I might want to be a mountaineer. But Lynettea says she needs me here.
Sometimes I wonder why I always have to take her on the lead when I go outside. It isn't always convenient. But I think it makes her feel safer if I am there to look after her.
She doesn't have a good head for heights, so I would have to leave her at home if I start mountain climbing. I am sure she will beg me not to go.
I will have to be very resolute.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Saturday, October 20, 2018

me listening to rainforest sounds and giving the toys a workout

I put what I want in the title. I played for a bit with my toys, but now I have gone outside. A cat must do what a cat must do. I seem to be solely responsible for guard duty.
The pictures are dark as it is dark in here.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

The legend of the cat bushes

Because I have had a bad time with her not paying me the attention I deserve, not even letting me use the healing paws and staying in bed and not letting me in...
'Wait a minute, Sasha! Yesterday you slept on the bed all day and I had to rug up on the lounge!'
Well it was all very bad and I don't like to hear you coughing...
So, to continue my story.
Lynettea was massaging me and removing my winter fluffs, when she told me a story about my ancestors' home in Russia. The beautiful wild Russian cats, when the spring turns to summer, rub themselves on bushes which have evolved to capture their loose furs. Imagine the soft furs looking like grey mist in the fields.

I think she made this up.

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Everyday Activities

Lynettea took some photos of my morning activities, so I thought I would put them on line before we go out. I hope to take her for her walkies in a few minutes.
So when are we going to go outside?

The weather is fine. I am ready to go.

Breakfast was tasty but I am looking for a lizard.

The last of my food demolished. She needs to put down some more.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018


We had a short but very noisy thunderstorm.  I sat near her so she could hold me and feel safe.

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Training the Human

I thought my training of Lynettea was progressing well until we had the relapse. She is inconsistent and unreliable.
I had her trained by two methods to obey my instructions.
First the meow. She looks around and tries to work out what I want. It is hard for her. I can see her mind darting around. Food? That is the first concern. Even if she has recently filled the bowl, it could be empty.
Window open? I like to be able to look out  even if it is cold. Sometimes she refuses to open it.
Walkies? Patting? Massage brush? Playtime?
It is hard for her, being human and unreceptive to logic.
I have also found another method. I reach up my pawsies to her to attract attention. I have very long legs so can reach quite far up her body, especially if she is sitting.
This worked well for a while until she kept being busy and going out.
Try and then try again is my motto.
She is promising to obey my every wish. Is she? Did I mishear that?
I am even having to use an old photo!!!

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

I let them pat me

My visitor from Queensland was Lynettea's great niece and her friend. We couldn't work out what sort of relative I could call her so thought it would be auntie, as she is older than me and it sounded respectful. I let her and her friend pat me. They both have cats at home and were probably missing them, so it was a bit like me being a therapy cat  which I have always thought might be an interesting job.
But I don't think I will try it.
Hunting is my preferred career, but I am not allowed to do that.
Our visitors really wanted to see the pandas, but the pandas had just gone into a 5 day retreat, so they had to get toy pandas instead.
Lynettea is hoping they will come again next year. Maybe there will be some tiny pandas then.
Google made this photo of me.

Sunday, September 16, 2018


Lynettea says I am going to have a visitor, who is going to fly here from very far away, so I had better rest up and get prepared.
This visitor came to see Diamond many years ago. I hope she is not going to compare us. According to Lynettea each kitty has their own special qualities and pawsonality.
Anyway, she says, this visitor was so young when she came here before that she won't remember enough to compare us.
I saw in Diamond's notes that he had a favourite visitor who came once to see him.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Just a little sip

It is really hard to do my role of food taster.
'What role is that  Sasha?'
My role to make sure your food is nutritious and safe to eat.'
'When did I ask you to do that, Sasha?'
Meow. Diamond left me instructions in his will.
'Oh. I see.'

Tuesday, September 4, 2018


Some of my equipment. I have a new speed track

A Few Days of Rest

After spending almost the entire time for the last two day resting on my wolfskin covered futon, snuggled in my fluffy scarf, I decided it was time for action.
I clawed at the cedar Venetian blinds, making Lynettea shriek, dashed several times down the hall and onto the tops of any furniture in various rooms,  making her shriek even more.
'Don't knock my things down  Sasha!!!'
As if I would. At least not on purpose.
Over the bed whoosh whoosh and down to the floor on the other side. Now some skidding in the hall.
Throw a ball for me? That's boring. I prefer to stretch my legs right out.
She was worrying that I might be ill with so much lying down.  Now for my food. Gobble gobble all gone.
I feel refreshed.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

Me Time

After helping with the clothes washing, preparing breakfast and vacuuming the house, I need some relaxing Me time.

Me and my Salvias

I am posting some pictures of my salvias, which have been flowering all winter. It is now the beginning of spring. They are supposed to die back in winter, so I don't know what is going on.

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

an excuse for not posting

I haven't even been able to approve my comments from fellow kitties. So much for Lynettea's promise to fulfill her duties. I might be able to go outside this afternoon. It is supposed to be 26°C, which is amazing for August. It is winter here in Adelaide and supposed to be cold. But our Salvia Bush has flowered bright red all winter.
Some pictures of me soon.
Your friend,

Monday, August 13, 2018


Does she expect me to go on mindlessly chasing after the same old toy forever?
Today Lynettea dragged out some toys on a stick. I remember how excited I had been about them as a kitten.  Then I ran into one of the rods and she said they were too dangerous and stashed them away.
Out it comes, electric blue flashing eyes on the mouse. Whoever heard of a natural mouse like that? Long fluffy tail on a stick, fun to grab at once or twice. Maybe one and a half times.
She waves it in front of my tunnel, but gets tired of waiting for me to charge out and grab it. In the end I stalk it slowly by creeping through the tunnel, and then just walk out.
Really I wonder if she thinks I don't remember these toys.
I am an adult cat now. Give me something new.

Saturday, August 11, 2018

How the cat's fur grows on the face

This picture shows my face fur. See massage directions earlier.

A relaxing face massage

This morning I treated myself to a relaxing face massage.
Lynettea said I enjoyed it so much I should put some instructions on the blog.

Let the cat rest his head in the palm of one hand. The cat should be stretched out on a couch or bed with his human sitting beside him. The cat could also be partly on the human's lap.
Massage the nose: down strokes with the tip of a finger at the part of the nose near the nostrils. You will see the furs run towards the nostrils.
Sides of the nose: massage towards the centre line on each side. The furs run towards the centre.
Top section of nose to forehead: massage upward in sweeping strokes.
Forehead: massage with sweeping strokes up between ears.
Cheeks: massage each one with strokes towards each ear.
Under chin: a good rub is particularly important here. Then massage with sweeping strokes from the chin right down the nape.
NOTE: it is important not to stare at the cat, as this is threatening. Blink your eyes slowly at the cat to reassure him you are no threat.
The cat will probably fall asleep several times while being massaged, as it is very relaxing.
If he wakes up suddenly, reassure him with a long slow blink that he is completely safe.

Well, after my massage, I am falling asleep.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Too many toys

I may have to get up. These toys look as if they are taking over.