Under the Weather

Contrary to popular cat belief, I am not a sunseeking kitty. Sure, I like to recharge my batteries in the morning rays for 5 minutes, but after that, I require temperatures between 25-27 degrees Celsius. If the humans can't deliver that, then there's trouble.

Today was one of those days. Not only could they not control the temperature, they failed to control the weather either. It was cold, dark, wet and substandard.

All this moisture makes for fuzzy fur, not befitting my status. The female tries to brush me, which is intolerable. I'm a natural beauty and don't need artificial help!

They've tried to tempt me out with those yummy green treats, but they only seem to agree with my delicate palate on warm days.

Well, I'm off to find the warmest spot, even if it means slumming it. *Sigh* You just can't get the service these days.

Slaves - more blankets!

I'm Not Your Monkey.

If it weren't so sad, it would be hilarious.

As I mentioned in my last post, I reckoned that showing affection to the humans wasn't so bad. Unfortunately, as humans do, they thought they could push it a bit further.

They think they can train me? To perform tricks? For SNACKS? Next thing I know they'll be bringing home a little piano and expecting me to tap-dance up the corridor with a little hat.

The female thinks that she's getting me to sit on command. I'm actually sitting in disgust at their laughable attempts at telling ME to do anything.

Still, they are terribly nice snacks that make me come running from whatever I'm doing to taste their fishy crunchy goodness. What a dilemma.

*sigh* OK, I'll listen just this once. But only for the male human. :-)

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