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.