high altitude

Today I visited the highest point in the world as I know it: my human's loft bed. It must be 20 feet tall! She carried me up the ladder and allowed me to lounge in the vast expanse of softness, far above the troubles of the world. I stayed there for three glorious hours.

still life with eggplant

Humans have sometimes remarked that my body is shaped like an eggplant. I'm not sure I agree, but one of my humans from the Southern homeland has created this likeness of me. I have mixed feelings. It doesn't seem like the most dignified portrayal of me, but...on the other hand it is quite slimming. Others might have chosen a more rotund eggplant for the purpose.

the vertical axis is mine

I have recently become a vertically oriented cat.

The floor is no longer my only natural habitat: I range freely from the ground to the air above! I climb my skyscraper as usual, and now I sit in my human's desk chair. Gravity is no longer my master; I have conquered it! I can scale heights of up to three feet!

so embarrassing

Today I fell down in the litterbox. I was trying to turn around inside it, but I lost my footing and went down. It was so humiliating.

gag reflex

This afternoon was glorious. My human let me sit on her lap for an hour, petting me all the while. There was one small incident...

When she began to scratch the base of my tail, I became overexcited and started to accidentally swallow her shirt sleeve. But then I gagged and everything was ok again.

When she scratches me in the good spots, I like to chew on her.

intruder!

The intruder made an appearance on the skyscraper! The very tip-top forbidden platform!

It all began when my human carried the harlot Ziva up to her bed. After receiving petting, Ziva began to moan and look for a way down. Apparently the uppermost platform of the skyscraper was the best place to jump down to.

Once on the skyscraper, she seemed conflicted. She was pleased with the vantage point it provided, yet she was anxious to be in enemy territory. And rightly so! This is my room, and Moony's!

She continued to moan, but made herself comfortable watching the scorpion scurry around in its cage in the closet. Sometimes I like to watch the scorpion too. But I don't moan as much as her.

my human is finally learning

I think my human is finally learning from my example. For the last couple of days she has been lying around, barely even leaving the room. This is how things should be.

I try to lead by example, living a life of relaxation and sleep. My human is doing especially well in the sleeping arena. The lounging is only interrupted by coughing and the preparation of some sort of fizzy medicine drink.

My influence is apparently vaster than I thought.