The Catblog: I am so Bored
Human 1 finally chucked me off the sofa and I think it most rude of her.
It is not my fault that the weather went wrong and I had to sleep on
the sofa in the warm for two days straight and Human 1 also still fails
to figure out how to turn the rain off.
In between my snoozes I really tried to make it work, but there are
only so many times you can walk accross the chest of drawers to the
coffee table and up to the window sill and down onto Human 1 on the sofa
and onto the dining table. I really do not think that broken vase was
me at all.
It all got a bit much so I took to sitting on the sofa back and meowing my head off, just for something to do.
So here we sit blogging, my Human and I. I am waiting for the world to
change so I can go outside. Even Mr Badcat has stayed away. The weather
is keeping us cats inside and just now, rushing up and down the stairs
over and over seems a mildly interesting thing to do.
Love from Freya, the Catblog Cat.
The Catblog: So?
This is another of the famous Catblog's by me, Freya, the
Catblog Cat. I am dictating, as usual, from the sofa, while pretending
to be asleep. Human 1 has an annoying habit of checking I am still alive
so I thought I had better do something. So? You have to write a Catblog
from somewhere.
Over on Facebook, I have been forming a relationship with Debbie's
new kitten. Huckleberry seems a worthy successor to Mr Guiness and his
writing skills are improving. Mildred and others pop in. The
Professional Cat Blogger's Association is not dead. We just need the
Huckster to grow up an bit more so he can inherit the President's title.
Of course, Mr Guiness is still sorely missed. I suppose, being old
in cat years myself, I will meet him again at some point in the not so
distant future, but so far, I still feel and act like a kitten so Human 1
thinks I may last a while yet.
Iris, Human 1's son's cat is growing too. That Tortoishell won't
leave Josh's side it seems. We still have not met, but I send over a few
spare cat toys. Grey Mousie though, is sadly, no more and Human 1 has
not replaced him.
Well, (yawn, stretch.) The food in my bowl here is not very
interesting so I am off next door to try and con Human 2 into another
breakfast. When the lovely man who lived with her was alive he once
thought Human 1 was not feeding me and she showed him all the cat bowls
of food in the kitchen. He was most surprised, but Human 2 and I still
pretend I am not fed. it works well for us both.
My little house in the garden is letting in the rain. It is most
annoying, but Mr Badcat will get wet if he tries to use it again and
that serves him right. He is still after my dinner.
Love from Freya, the Catblog Cat.
I think Human 1 is now a Cat. I have evidence for this. A
self-respecting cat like myself spends a gloomy, rainy day like this on
the sofa. Human 1 has spent the entire day on ours with me sleeping
beside her.
Human 1 has stopped wearing clothes. She has a new fur. Human 1 says
it is a Onesie, but it works like fur and she has been in it all day
and night.
Human 1 is also refusing to go out in the rain, and she took,
briefly to running up and down the stairs quickly. She did have some
thing in her paws, but I think I can help her drop that habit in time.
At one point she looked at me and said "meow." This proves it. She is nearly intelligible.
Oh and we are both eating the cream. I am sure I just saw Human 1
become extremely cat like and lick her paws and the saucer. We are not
yet eating from the same saucer and Human 1 got hers from the freezer
and called it ice cream, but I do think there is potential.
I am going to teach her to play with the white mousie I am using while grey mousie is AWOL.
I rest my case. Human 1 is now a cat.
Love from Freya, the Catblog Cat.
