Yesterday I got out the door the wuzzler goes out of most mornings and doesn't come back from for hours. There was nothing out there. It was just a big long room with more doors in it. There are other cats inside the door straight across the long room. And a long time ago we used to spend all our time behind one of the other doors where there was ( Read more... )

I discovered today that my account had been disabled due to an American law designed to protect pre-adolescent humans. How annoying. Not only am I well beyond adolescence, at a point in my life rought equivalent to a 30-year old human, I live outside of the United States and the rule shouldn't apply to me anyway ( Read more... )

I think I am being made fun of!

So, last night while the humans were on the other side of the door that we're not allowed to go out of (for the life of me I don't know why they spend so much time out there-- the few times I've managed to get out there for a look all I saw as a long hall with green carpet), a black meal-toy with a bushy tail came in one of the windows. It was ( Read more... )

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I don't understand. It is hot: stretch out on the wood floor and melt, hot. So what do the humans do? Last night they moved everything but the poop-sand off the outside-place where it is shady and cool - even the tree and the chewing-grass. Then this morning, just as it is getting hottest even the poop-sand was moved inside. Then some weird human ( Read more... )

Bucky is my hero.

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But what to do when your roomie already has the corner on _jazz_?

I have decided to sing the blues. I wrote my first song tonight.

The Empty Bowl Blues

My bowl is empty.
I don't know what to do.
I may never get fed again.

What then?
What then?

My bowl is empty.
Yes, I'm all out of food.
I gots the empty bowl blues.

So? What do you think?

I am becomimg concerned. Whenever _jazz_ or I get in trouble He Who Wuzzles always says he is going to eat our heads. He's really old - way older than any cat ever - I wonder if he may the ancient evil one, Catthulu?

They've both been running around all morning doing things like putting the fur-things they use to cover their skin away in the sliding boxes, rubbing the floors in the room with the Big White Water-Bowl and the room with The Food Dish with a scritchy thing and acrid smelling water that comes out of a spray bottle, and pushing the roaring machine ( Read more... )