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Read my considered thoughts and opinions.
I am continuing the blog of Diamond, cat sage and haiku poet.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Flowers

It isn't raining!! Lynettea says it will rain again soon. She took some photos of the garden flowers. They are mostly in pots. She likes  to see flowers from the  kitchen window and I sit up there to take a look too. I have a bookcase to sit on there. Lynettea says this house is almost totally cat orientated. What does she mean by that, I  wonder?





Saturday, July 30, 2016

Night Window

It has been rainy, cold and windy for so long, I hardly ever get an open window. Yesterday evening it didn't seem so cold. The front window was open and I stayed on the windowsill for a long time, breathing in the scents that were blowing in the wind.
It was very stimulating. Some passing cars lit everything up, but I can see well enough anyway.






Wednesday, July 27, 2016

New Apartments

'These are new cardboard apartments for you, Sasha,' said Lynettea.
Perhaps she is trying to distract me from the new filing cabinets, which have displaced my training circuit. I am not too sure about the apartments. Does that mean  I have to stay outside when it is dark and cold? They don't seem to have any heating!




Tuesday, July 26, 2016

the morning's incidents

I am sleeping on the bed in my mock furs after a disrupted morning. Lynettea was out. Why does she leave me alone when there is noise and disruption? She wasn't even hunting in the petbarn store or the supermarket for my foods.
When she got home, I greeted her at the door. Usually I don't do this, so she knew I was upset. She was very surprised, because the gas people had come and repaved the street outside her house. The other pits down the street were still there.
We don't know why she had this favour, but she was really pleased. She was not pleased when she opened the letter box and found the company who was delivering two filing cabinets had called twenty minutes before she got home. She had instructed that they were to leave the cabinets, but they had not. She rang them and they will come tomorrow. So she will be here to look after me, as is right.

'This means, Sasha, that two of your scratching posts in the kitchen will have to be moved elsewhere,' she said to me.
'Where will they go?' I asked, looking around the room.
'We will have to see.'
She knows there is no more room for anything.
'You can jump on the filing cabinets, instead, Sasha.'
This is very disruptive. I don't want filing cabinets to jump on and it will completely disrupt my Olympic Training Circuit for the high jump, the long jump and the hurdle.
It is raining so much that it is almost impossible to do any serious training.


Monday, July 25, 2016

Blackout

My usual schedule was disrupted last night by a blackout sometime after 10 pm. We were watching a TV documentary about Australian sense of humour. Not very funny. Lynettea was laughing.
I was practically dozing off when a loud bang had me fully alert. The TV went off (good) and the lights (I can still see, being feline) and the heater. Then there was another loud bang, which seemed pretty final.
Lynettea just sat there for a while. Maybe she was hoping the power would return. I ran through the house for a quick safety check and out the back to check for intruders. All was fine. Just as well she has me to help in an emergency.
After that I had my evening snack and Lynettea went to bed. Of course I remained on the alert for some time, but finally went into my cosy. We were woken by the TV suddenly coming on in the early hours.
This morning some few  bits of sunshine are coming through the window, but Lynettea said it will rain later.
How does she know that?


Sunday, July 24, 2016

crazy conversations

Sometimes I think Lynettea is obsessed with housework and keeping things tidy. She said to me that I must not worry that I don't help much around the house, as my main job was to be her companion.
That is interesting. I have never worried about how much I help in the house, but I thought it was her job to be my companion.
As for having the house clean and 'fluff-free', as she likes to say, I don't worry about that at all.
Supervising takes up enough of my time, without worrying about extra problems.


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Screeching

I jumped onto the sink to check the dishes and then onto the table, when there was a big screeching.
I ran inside and stayed in the loungeroom and then fell asleep in my cosy. It was dark and warm.
Lynettea opened the kitchen door later and I came out and let her hug me. She said I am a cat, not a human and must be treated as a cat.
That doesn't sound favourable. Although I am in a prime position as a cat, being smarter in every way.
Why would she have beads all over the table in any case? They are slippery and dangerous.
Later I notice one had landed in my food plate. She said the beads are for a friend's birthday.
I hope the friend likes them, after all the trouble they have caused me!

Saturday, July 16, 2016

All Quiet

After the noise all day yesterday, with the gas workers ripping holes in the street, it is now the weekend and quiet. I am back in my cosy on the lounge, instead of crouching under my bus seat in my enclosure in the freezing cold.
The gas is back on, so there is hot water to wash my plates. Of course I don't wash them. A cat has a human to do that.
Lynettea says the gas workers will continue on Monday, as they will be starting next door. They have left big holes all along the street.
I haven't seen the holes, as I prefer not to take Lynettea out that way when it is noisy.
She says some of the gas workers are female, which surprised her. She said that is progress. No cat gas workers. (They have more sense).

Friday, July 15, 2016

Hissing noise

I heard a loud hissing noise this morning. Gas workers are replacing the pipes in the street and have switched off our gas. There will be no hot water.
Lynettea had the airconditioner on to heat the house, but  she  switched  it  off  when  she  smelt  a gas smell. I will have to curl up and try to keep warm.
I hate noise and construction workers. I would go somewhere else, except I  can't  get  out  and  it  is  too  cold  to  loiter  outside.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

I could hear her laughing

My new tunnel came out again this evening. I checked it out immediately and sat inside for a while.
Then I came out again.
 It was nice to rest inside and have the soft haze of the mesh around me.
Lynettea came back into the lounge  and then she went out. I could hear her laughing. Well, so I  enjoy feeling private by partly crouching  inside  the  tunnel. What is wrong with that?
I could hear her muttering, 'ostrich'.
So what is that supposed to mean.



Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Rain and Wind

The weather here is wild, with rain and wind and cold. It was so cold outside that I hopped up onto the hot water service and sat there. I am staying inside mostly, to play with my toys and my human, or snuggle in my nice cosy on the lounge.
I am staring at my human now and giving myself a grooming. I lick my left paw and then wipe it over my face. Lynettea is wondering if that means I am left handed. (or left pawed).
Now she has thought of that, she will probably keep staring at me to see which way I groom myself next.
Better snuggle down again and try later.

Consumer cat

When Lynettea came home yesterday, I  could  sense  she  had  something  for  me. I went straight over and sniffed the plastic  bag all over.
When she pulled out my gift the thought crossed  my  mind, 'do I need more bulky toys on the floor. Lynettea might trip over them.' (Just kidding).
Here are some shots of me and my new toy.





Sunday, July 10, 2016

Nasty Incident

Last night I woke up Lynettea in the early morning around 2 pm, by springing on the bed.
She says I am too big to sleep there and she doesn't appreciate the way I check whether her toes are somewhere under the blankets. So she told me to go out.
I was almost out the door when she started to shut it. She says she didn't see that the door caught something in the crack until I screeched.
She said she was very very very sorry and checked me by feeling me all over and sat with me in the loungeroom for a while.
This morning she said she was very very very sorry.
I am sleeping in my mock furs on the bed this morning. I still feel very wary, although not quite as upset.

Friday, July 8, 2016

Excuse me

Why do I  have to have
a photo session as soon as I  wake  up?

Thursday, July 7, 2016

My favourite walks

One of my favourite walks, I  think my most  favourite  walk, is very short. It is when Lynettea and I  walk side by side from the laundry to my dining area  in the kitchen. She will have selected my most tasty sachet  of  premium  cat  food  from  the  stack  in  the laundry and will pick up one of my clean bowls from  the cabinet on the walk to the  feeding station.


Sunday, July 3, 2016

Piercing eyes

Lynettea took a photo of me sitting on the top of my cane shelves in the laundry. I think she was surprised I could rush up there  so quickly. I was busy, as usual in the early evening, doing my fitness training. Then she stared at the photo on her phone and didn't notice what I was doing. Sometimes she doesn't notice what I am doing for a while, which can  be  very  convenient.
Then she noticed I was sitting  on the food preparation  area  and just about to taste some of her tomato soup and lentils.
Of course I wouldn't want to eat such dreadful food, just a little tasting lick. Diamond had a very  difficult time  trying  to  test  the  food  too. I read some of his blog entries.
So she hasn't  changed. Still  extremely  difficult  to  supervise.


Saturday, July 2, 2016

Entertainment bundle

We have my lounge room equipped so I can enjoy it.
Lynettea hopes  she will be  careful and not fall over my 'toys' as she calls them.
She often tries to photoshoot me playing with my toys, but the  photos tend to come out blurry because she is so slow.
I am quick, like bolts of lighting. I dash. I rush. I dart from my tunnel entrance to seize my furry orange grub on its long stick. Lynettea tries to wave it. I can tell it is her. But she is too slow. My razor-sharp claws have snagged it.
I roll over in the tunnel and dart my paws at her, from the holes in the side. She laughs and jostles the tunnel.