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

Monday, May 28, 2018

I haven't eaten my evening meal

I haven't eaten my evening meal and threw up. Has the eucalyptus cleaner affected me?
Now Lynettea is getting really worried.
 I am going outside to sleep in my cane igloo. I hope I am going to be okay.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Helping your Pawrent

Today I'm helping Lynettea with floor cleaning. She thinks it's a game and laughs when I try to guide the mop away from the chair legs.
'Thank you, Sasha, for helping me!' she says.
The mop spreads Eucalyptus floor cleaner over my laundry floor. It smells like a forest.
Now the vacuum cleaner will vacuum my mock grass in the lounge-room.
I'm getting a bit bored now. After we finish I might take her for walkies, if she is good.
'Sasha,' she says, 'I see you have your meow back in working order after a quiet week with that bucket on your head!'
Whatever can she mean? I was just having a bit of a chat.
But it looks nice outside!

Thursday, May 24, 2018


After all these days of mooching around with a bucket on my head, I am now free again.
This morning Lynettea inspected my ear and the wound was gone.  She unbuckled the strap and prised the plastic contraption off.
I had almost got used to slouching down the hall and trying to hunt with the wretched thing.
My food was delivered this morning.
Here I am playing with bear on the remnants of the carton.
Lynette keeps telling me off for rushing up and down leaping, meowing and rattling the blinds in a very raucous fashion.  So I am now sitting quietly grooming while I dictate.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

What can I do?

Maybe we can watch TV together if SHE switches it on. I am not sure if I can get in my tunnel. I might get trapped in there. Maybe I could EAT if SHE put some food down.
I have to eat off my flat plates and use my litter without its cover. Very uncivilized.  But my flat plates are stoneware not plastic, so not too bad.
Lets watch some upmarket or exotic programs with hints for cats, or a suitable film of my choice.
What about 'Born Free'?

Woe is Me

I was trying to send my GPS position with my last post when the Vet came out and snatched me. Too late for any rescue attempt.
I decided to appear very compliant and squatted on the examination bench, although it was freezing cold. Why don't they heat these things. Yet another torture instrument.
 After being felt all over in the usual intrusive manner, I was weighed on the scales in the hall.
Fortunately no dogs were in the hall, although straight after that the Vet had to leave me and rush out to see to a dog that had swallowed a sponge in the dreaded back room. What were they doing to it? I dare not think.
I forgot to mention that I have a scrape in my ear and have been working at it with my claws. So after my vaccinations, the Vet jabbed extra needles in me, hacked off my claws and put the bucket on my head.
One good thing, he told Lynettea that my weight was fine and I could continue eating as much as I wanted.
But now I can only go out into my enclosure on the lead, because she is scared of me falling off the walkway with the bucket on. And what about my grooming?


where am i in the dark

i am in the cage help

something is up

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

cat flap

She has been fiddling around with the cat flap, testing what position it opens and shuts.
Probably nothing to worry about.