It's not so bad...

I've been feeling quite relaxed since I decided my current slaves weren't quite as bad as I'd have you believe. By quite relaxed, I mean I now only spend around half an hour at 4.30am destroying property, singing, and generally being a kitty.

The rest of the time I sleep, or look lovingly at my slaves until one of them gets me a Greenie. Sometimes I even have to go as far as giving a leg rub to make this happen...but I don't want to do that too often or I will find myself getting bald very quickly.

Usually though, I only have to do something incredibly simple like lie here. Just imagine being this impressive, kiddies. I tell you, it's a hard hard life for da kitty...

Totally Herbal

The humans have been quite agitated lately. I know that one thing the female slave hates is when it's too sunny, so she hasn't exactly loved the weather round here. I accompany her sometimes to the big 'outside' (and the male slave too) when it's hot, and watch the humans walk around with a big water container. I love water. I would say it's my favourite thing ever, apart from sleeping. And lounging. And ignoring.

Recently they have been complaining about how the sun is hurting their green spiky things. Now, I know I've had a lot of experience with a green spiky thing that used to live in the corner of the room, but these are different. They smell different. And they are outside. I usually test to see if they need water, and then order my servants accordingly. They seem to obey, which is nice.

To their horror, one of the green spiky things doesn't have many leaves left. They seem to think it was something called 'caterpillars' that caused such destruction. I've heard of them - green with lots of legs. And chewy.

Anyway, time for dinner. Now, do I have mint or basil on my Eagle Pack?

Mmmmmm, mint.

Too hot for da kitty

It all got too much yesterday. I can handle heat in small doses, but there's just been toooooo much for da kitty. I know I blog about how hot it is quite often, but srsly, how much does one kitty have to take?

Meanwhile, as cool air blows from the box on the wall (which I avoid, rather perversely - a kitty needs something to complain about after all). I've been contemplating my fate over the past week, and I've decided I can actually tolerate my current slaves. The female slave has been looking at lots of less-attractive versions of me on the magic letter picture box (I always thought it was a 'puter, but never mind) and I was feeling a little jealous. I'm not sure what has come over me, but I've discovered can offer genuine affection to them and still get rewarded for it.

Who'd have thought? This kitty has a lot to learn....prrrrrrrrr

Couldn't Be Less Impressed

The utter cheek of my slaves! I've suspected that something was up for a couple of days as they were sending each other LOTS of messages on the magic picture letter box.

The female slave was very nervous, talking about "getting along" and "being happy with each other". My greatest hope was that she meant their new owner, but I wasn't so sure.

The male slave came back from his glass box unexpectedly early, and they unhitched my carriage! Perhaps I was being transported to oversee the new staff!

But no, they departed with my carriage, without ME! At least I could be guaranteed some peace for a while.

The betrayal! Not only did they come back, but they returned covered in kitty hair that wasn't my royal fur. They've been seeing commoner kitties! The male one was so embarrassed, he didn't even come in, but retreated to the safety of his now-roasting glass box. Serves him right.

I gave female slave the 'talk to the paw' treatment after that. She needs to remember what I did to the last interloper that came in here. All kitties are not created equal, I am the QUEEN.

Anyway, if she wants to communicate with the outside world, she'll have to get past ME from now on...

Why must I wait?

It's been a little while since I had anything to say.  I have been moping.  I know this is completely unkittylike, but I have a really good reason.

You see, my old slaves are still here.  I have prayed and prayed in the shoe cupboard, but CeilingCat doesn't heed my cries:

"Why are they still not here?  What have I done to deserve these slaves?  Why, oh Ceiling Cat, WHY??"

All to no avail.

I even got out the suitcase and artfully sat in it so they might take the hint, but all they did was comment on how beautifully the lining complimented my eyes.

Of course it does, I am the cutest kitty in the world after all.

Still, I couldn't hide my disappointment...couldn't you just weep for me?

Cat On A Hot Carpet

The slaves have been complaining that I make them work on hot days, especially the male one. I've sent him off to work elsewhere, and he has to sit in a glass box all day before coming back to Kitty Palace, where I have a long list of duties for him.

I'm not quite sure what he does in the glass box - all I know is that I haven't found it necessary to send him there for some months. However, he has been very disobedient (after all, it was he who removed my green spiky thing), and the female one keeps the Palace too cold for a kitty's liking.

They must be separated, because it looks like they don't like that. I'm still waiting for my new slaves to come - I sniffed a visitor today to examine if she was suitable but no, she smelled of puppies and cosmetics. My standards need to be met.

I will carry on ignoring the servants, and partying hard all night long. In the meantime, I gather all my running-around strength and watch...

We're All Going On a Kitty Holiday

Almost. I've been spending a lot of time in the elevated garden lately. Unfortunately the slaves won't let me there on my own - something about me being "too nosy about the outside world". They always ruin it for me - it's OK for them and their two legs, they can look above me, even though I have four legs and am therefore, inherently superior.

Still, I have had several hours of sniffing and lounging, and secretly planning my escape. I think that I'll have to come up with a diversion...maybe my new toy that I discovered today. It is small, brown, crunchy with legs. I know the female slave doesn't like them, so it's all in the timing now...

In the meantime, I will enjoy chewing on the green spiky things - so much more tasty than the one indoors!

New Year Schmoo Year

I just don't know what all the fuss is about.

The female slave (yes, I'll admit I call her mummy - it seems to keep her amused) is constantly asking me where schmoo has gone. She seems to be referring to a small leather mouse that I pretend to play with. Again, it seems to keep her (and the male slave, aka daddy) amused.

Meanwhile, I'm still sitting here on the window sill, waiting for the new slaves I ordered to arrived. I get so excited each time the current ones go out, hoping next time someone comes back it will be my new slaves. It never is.

So, new year schmoo year I say - when are the new humans arriving?