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I am continuing the blog of Diamond, cat sage and haiku poet.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Where are Wallis and Jai?

I have sniffed at all the places they usually rub against, plastering their objectionable scents all over my trees, bushes, grass and the sides of my enclosure. It has rained a fair bit, so maybe their stinks have washed off.

Meanwhile I am enjoying cozying up to my heated wheatbag. Lynettea bought a new lavender scented wheatbag for me. I am not sure if I like it. We now have three wheatbags, so Lynettea can use one if she has an ache or pain. I am sure she only thought of that because I was using the only wheatbag.

Humans tend to feel sorry for themselves, I notice, when really all they need is a bit of sympathy. A few head butts or a lap-nestle soon makes Lynettea perk up. She perks up more when I stand in front of the television too.

We watched one of my favourite movies this morning, Harry and Tonto. Lynettea discovered she had a copy of it on her DVD recorder. I have many favourite parts in this movie. Tonto is so caring of Harry and keeps Harry so mentally stimulated that he is an example to everycat.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Asleep

Most of the time, because I don't get a chance to get on my blog I am asleep here and there. Lynettea thinks I should be more active. Today she read an article in the paper that said you were less likely to get dementia if you were mentally active.
Apparently that is now proved. I wonder how they proved that.
I don't like to think of 'thought experiments'. How did the scientists work out whether the humans were thinking? As you and I know it is very difficult to discern any real mental activity in a human. Sometimes Lynettea sits and stares at moving coloured images on a machine and almost forgets to pay me any attention whatever. I try to bring her back to life by sitting on her lap so she has to stroke me. Even then she sometimes falls asleep doing this, which doesn't show a lot of mental activity. Sometimes she sits and looks at little squiggles on a piece of paper for ages and she makes exclamations that don't seem to have anything to do with what is going on, or not going on, as it is mostly. Maybe she is already demented.
If she is, I am not looking forward to having to get my own food, as it would be difficult to unwrap the plastic bags.
To cheer me up I have posted a cute picture of my tongue. I am licking my nosie.