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

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Indian Summer

I am enjoying the sunshine on this day in late May, in Adelaide. Lynettea says it is probably global warming heating up my furs. I am fluffing them out to catch the warmth.
And I have decided not to start the group she says I should: 'Cats against climate change', as I just want to drift my life away, resting on my shelf.
Now she is heckling me. What about the summer, when it was too hot for even me to go outside? NO! I am putting my head down so I can't hear her as well.

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Rest stop

I am not going properly to bed until I get my supper. This is just a temporary rest stop!

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

The Vet came this morning

I am prepared when the Vet arrives. I leap from my cosy and run down the hall. Lynettea has shut the bedroom door and when I arrive at my cat flap it is bolted.
What to do?
As soon as the vet gets into the kitchen, I race back up the hall.
'Where are you, Sasha? Come out, Sasha! Good boy!'
I stay quiet.
They go back into the kitchen and I can hear some rattling.
'Where is he? Good boy, Sasha.'
I keep quiet.
I can hear the Vet  poking around near the computer desk and some light darts up from a torch.
'There he is, at the far end. Behind the bookcase.'
Drag, pull etc. of books and cartons.
He's got me!
'Good boy, Sasha.'
Now the Vet is feeling me and making personal remarks about my body. I decide to keep quiet, as I am pinned down.
Now we are heading into the kitchen and the door gets shut. The Vet puts me down and I run into the laundry, but Lynettea picks me up and puts me on the kitchen table, where the Vet does a nasty and too personal test, then jabs me with two needles.
'Do you think he needs worming?' I hear Lynettea asking.
The Vet goes to get tablets from his car.
So I leap on the fridge.
Now he is trying to grab me again. He can't reach me properly.  I leap off and Lynettea grabs me. Then it is weighing time, but my legs won't stay on the scales.  Finally they are all on the scales. 4.9 kilos.
The vet looks at my enclosure, my foods and my litterboxes.
Then he leaves.
'Was that better, Sasha? You didn't have to go in the cage or the taxi, or wait in the room with the dogs.'
I am speechless.
Let's go for walkies.  I want to get out!

Sunday, May 12, 2019


I really wanted gravy this time, but I suppose jelly will have to do.

Home Vet visit

Lynettea says she has booked a home visit for me from the mobile vet on Tuesday morning for my vaccinations.
Usually the neighbour comes in to help put me in my pet transport unit and we catch an Uber to the clinic. I find this very stressful. I have worked out how to stick all my legs out at the sides of my body at the same time to stop Lynettea putting me in the cage, and I meow very loudly all the time on the way to the clinic. When we get there we have to wait in the waiting room with rough looking dogs, who sometimes try to sniff at my cage. I stay under the blanket covering so they can't see me.
One time we couldn't get a taxi back and waited for hours until it was dark and the clinic closed. The vet nurse drove us home because she felt sorry for us.
Another time we had to stand on the street in slight drizzle waiting for the Uber. Fortunately I had my blanket on most of the time.

I might not let the vet inside, though. I might not be in the mood.

Friday, May 10, 2019

An email for me

Lynettea says there is an email for me from my Vet. She says I should look at it.
But I don't think I can be bothered.  Some things are best ignored, like unwelcome visitors at the door.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

A Warm Discovery

'You will love this, Sasha.'
Lynettea pulls an object from a shelf in the wardrobe. 'This is the warmer Diamond used when he was an older cat. Look! I have a few of these. I'll pop one of them in the microwave for you.'

After heating it she wraps it in my mock fur rug.

 Here I am, snuggling up to it at the side of the cosy while the rain pelts down and the hail clatters on the iron roof.

Very snuggly!

Friday, May 3, 2019

Suddenly like winter

It rained again. I lay on my futon all day, as Lynettea went to her discussion group in the city, carrying her umbrella.
When she rushed in later in the afternoon, her raincoat was a bit wet and she put her umbrella in the bathroom to dry.
After a while, I got up and she realized she had to get dinner ready. The fish were waiting for their tiny snacks and my plates needed washing before my smorgasbord  could be served. Jelly and two types of dried crisps, one for the teeth and the other specially for indoor, neutered young male cats, no surprises there.
I tested her food later after she had eaten, by licking the bowl. I think she had fallen asleep, as I walked straight in front of her and she didn't say anything.
Then I rattled a spoon and she sprang back and it was, 'What are you doing, Sasha!' snatching the bowl. The usual stuff. It is very hard for me to do my job of looking out for her. Vegetables, beans and pasta are no sort of dinner!
Then I did a little sprint and climb training around the house.
Maybe we will watch TV for a bit if there are any good programs. My favourite to watch have animals.
Are we going out?

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Up all night checking the fish

With the heavy rain, I had to spend most of the night checking the fish in case their temporary pond overflowed.
Lynettea came out just as it got light and said they were okay. The Pond is higher but not overflowing.
After all my work, I am having a rest.

Wednesday, May 1, 2019


We haven't had rain for a long, long time. It starts to rain again late in the day and it goes really dark. Lynettea pulls down all the windows, because the wind is blowing in jabs and splatters of rain.
Then it starts to thunder. I don't mind thunder.
Then there is a lull.

Then I hear something. Something I recognize, poking about in the garden. All the windows are shut and all I can see is the cat in the glass if I try to look out.
I go pretty frantic, dashing around the house, leaping on the furniture, trying to see out, trying to do my security check. MROW MROW.
 So she opens the window, but now I can't see anything.
'Are you scared, Sasha?' she says. ' Come and sit on Mummy's lap, if you are scared. '
So I sit on her,  trying to keep her calm.
Then it starts raining again.
Now it is quiet.

Dragging the human along

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to take her, as it is so difficult pulling her along.


More walkies pictures. I was about to check the fenceline near the side of the house went it was greyed out (Lynettea's fault). 
So after that I checked my birdbath at the back. There was a dove squawking on a tree at the back, but it didn't come down.

Friday, April 26, 2019


Actually, I was rather hoping it would be jelly style, not gravy.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

A rest while going walkies

This is me taking a rest break on the gas meter on the front porch before I take my human charge for a short walkies in the street.
I have some more photos to post later.

Proper photos not snapshots, please!

My photo has just been through a Lightroom app tutorial.
Now you can see my face!
Lynettea says she doesn't know if she has the time to do this with every photo.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

What next?

What next?

I found a piece of bone

After many days of hardly going outside at all, today I walked up and down the street outside my place. Lynettea was missing her walkies so much that the day before she picked me up and carried me down to the side gate. This seemed to break the spell and I decided we could go out, rather than take a few steps and return inside again.
I took her boldly through the front gate and down the footpath.
Then I found something so interesting I had to stand and inspect it. And keep on standing. Then toss it around a bit.
Lynettea just stood there. Then she said, 'What is that, Sasha. Ugh! A piece of bone. You can't have that. Where has it come from. We have to go in.'
So that was the end of walkies.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Me at work

I am tired of Lynettea posting pictures of me in my cosy, so I asked her to take some photos of me at work.
This is how I spend my nights: guarding the house.
I think she should be grateful!

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Using my new space

I got this new scratching pole weeks ago, but I don't use it. Sometimes Lynettea scratches it with her nails and says, 'Come on, Sasha,' staring at me.
I wonder why she does that. She doesn't have claws, poor thing and looks silly. Maybe she is hoping if she tries hard enough her nails will harden and become useful.
Slash! Slash!
Today I just decided to go into the cosy at the base for a minute. It isn't really comfortable. On the whole, I can't recommend this design.

Sunday, April 14, 2019


This bear is trying to snoopervise me.
But I won't be intimidated.

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Night duty

I don't need bear looking after me!
I throw him on the floor because I need to go on night duty.

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Bear has to look after me

Lynettea says bear has to look after me all night. She says she is worried about me because I am being very quiet and threw up some food.
I had a good massage and sat looking at my toys.
Then I went back to my cosy.
I would only take her for one minute's walk and came in again.
I don't feel ready for bear to supervise me.
He is just sitting looking at me.

Monday, April 8, 2019


Today I was really helpful to Lynettea. I don't want to boast, but I helped her declutter part of my bedroom. She calls it the loungeroom.
We still haven't quite finished.
It was exciting seeing my old toys reappear from boxes. She tried to entertain

 me with some of the boring toys I had when I was only a kitten. She should have realized by now that electric mouse with flashing blue eyes is no longer amusing. And as for the fur mouse on a stick. YAWN. 
After helping her toss out unused items ready to take to the charity shop, I rewarded her for tidying my room by warming up the bathmat.
'It's a bit early for my shower, Sasha,' she said, 'but thank you for being such a gorgeous kitty.'

Sunday, April 7, 2019

I don't spare myself

Even though it is just the beginning of night patrol, I don't spare myself. As soon as I get a chance to get into the bathroom, I pull down the towels ready for her to use.
No wonder she thinks of me as her helper!
'You are my precious cat, Sasha,' she says.
Here I am at the front window.

At last, some appreciation!

This morning I was surprised by Lynettea telling me how much she appreciated me looking after the house.
She can see me on alert at the windows when she gets up during the night.
'I can see how much you need your sleep during the day,  Sasha,' she said. 'You are my little warrior and guardian cat!'
My name Alexander means 'protector. Sometimes people get the wrong idea when I am called Sasha.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Watching TV Together

We are watching the Budget on TV and Lynettea is worrying that she might have to cut costs further. Retired people seem to come bottom of the heap.
What about cat food, I think. We aren't going to cut that?
'You and the fish are my priority,' she says.
Well that is a relief.
Suddenly I feel like grooming all over.

Sunday, March 31, 2019


'You're not feeling depressed are you,  Sasha? You are lying there with your eyes closed for long periods of time. Sometimes I can see your eyes open in slits and then they shut again.'

Well, you have cleared my toys away and it is a bit cool to relax outside. I only wanted to go out for a short time yesterday and the day before...'

You aren't feeling ill, are you Sasha?'

Well, I have all these thoughts. Sometimes I would like to share them with someone who understood my deepest needs...

'I want you to be happy, Sasha.'

Maybe if I just stayed here quietly for a while, with my eyes half closed in the semi-dark, with this rug around me, I would feel better, cosier...

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Sleeping past midday

What is this, some new punitive routine?
'Sleeping past midday again, Sasha! I hope nothing is wrong.'
I was up early. Don't you remember? I meowed and you put some of my jelly food in the new plate I don't particularly like and I had a snack from it before going to bed. Now I need to rest. I can't burn the candle at both ends and hold it in the middle, or my furs might catch on fire!
'What's that, Sasha? You haven't been playing with matches have you? You know that is dangerous!'
She knows we don't have matches lying around.
Well, I thought about getting up,  but it is far too early. It will be better when daylight saving ends.

Monday, March 25, 2019

Afternoon shift

Around 3.30 pm. Afternoon shift begins. I stand up and groom before doing exercises.
Wait. Exercises?
I might snuggle down again and think about that.
I don't feel ready.
Not yet.

Friday, March 22, 2019

A pest

Just because these toys are begging me to play with them, I DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT.
It is hot and very humid and I am not in the mood!

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Natural Killer

I am used to being insulted, but today Lynettea came into the laundry as I was trying to revive a gecko. It had dropped a small section of its tail and then had a heart attack.
Lynettea stared at it, then shouted, 'Oh no! Sasha what have you done?'
Next thing I am shut in the kitchen and when she opens the door again the gecko has vanished
I wonder if she takes them outside and eats them where I can't see?
Oh well, it is good to share prey, but she could show some gratitude.
I had only been going to play with the gecko in any case. It wasn't my fault it had a weak heart.
Then I took her out for walkies. I found a dead rat in the garden. Our neighbour came in to collect it. Maybe they are cooking it up for rat stew.
So I am not sure who is the natural killer.

this gecko was outside in the front door. Probably not the one I found.

Saturday, March 16, 2019

I saved the pond fish

Just as well I warned them. Look at their pond!
Lynettea said in her stern voice of warning not to 'interfere with them in the temporary pond, which is filling up my play area.
I hope they are grateful to me for the warning.
I couldn't supervise as I went under the bed and then Lynettea shut the door.

fishpond leaking

I have to let the fish know to prepare to move. Their pond is leaking. Some people are bringing temporary accommodation for them. It will be all over my area.
Lynettea says it can't be helped.
Must go.

Friday, March 15, 2019

Too personal

I find remarks like, 'Look at your beautiful soft fluffy thighs,' far too personal.
Cats are not toys for the amusement of humans.
Now if it was more like, 'What is your opinion, Sasha,' on a piece of news we have just heard, that would be respectful.
Even a remark about the intelligent expression in my eyes would be offensive. Of course I have an intelligent expression!!! Why is that not just assumed?
Humans have a lot to learn. Animals are expected to learn how to communicate with humans, but humans seem to expect to get away with not learning our languages.  Perhaps they aren't smart enough?
Mostly humans just want to train you so you will obey their orders. They aren't interested in your opinion about anything.

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

She can walk around me

So what! I am tired. My guard duties leave me exhausted.

Waiting to greet a relative

Lynettea says we are expecting a long lost relative to visit, so I won't be able to lie in bed most of the day. Does she expect ME to clean the house. I feel fatigued after night patrol.