On the Wall

Finally, the fine artwork that had been hidden away is now prominently displayed in the large room. A lovely addition to our abode.

I have discovered that sourdough bread is very tasty. I never suspected this.

Art Worth Viewing

I would like to know why this piece of artwork is hidden in a room where no one goes. It deserves exposure in a more traveled area of our home.


This feline is obviously quite famous. I found his portrait on the internet, too. You can purchase his likeness in a museum. I suppose that means that he is no longer alive. Having one's portrait in a museum does not bode well for one's mortality.

Favorite Things

My favorite things have started to appear. There is a soft blue covering that appears when the days grow short. It is always close to my Preferred One and usually remains on the couch at night. Sometimes she shares it with the Lone Male or one of the two younger females. Those two have coverings of their own. In fact, the older of the two recently acquired an especially nice one. It smells vaguely like the Intermittent One (who made an appearance at the same time) so I suspect she is responsible for its presence. These coverings are so warm to sleep on. I think I will go see if there is one available.

Indignity

Oh, the indignity!

I was privately minding my own business, when suddenly, my privacy was invaded.
The lid to my box was rudely removed!
With me inside!!
I am....speechless!!

Please check for occupants next time.

Now, I must regain my composure.

Lolcats

I saw a most disturbing place yesterday. It has upset me a great deal to think that this epidemic could be spreading. I cannot even begin to describe the language that I have encountered.

I suspect that the Bane of My Existence is fluent in LOL. I thought she couldn't spell. I didn't realize it was another language. She suggested the following captions for her determined attempt to obtain the lunch leftovers:

Kitteh iz noeing fud in heer

Iz nivver giv up.

*I am so ashamed*

Chosen

An individual of high intelligence and an appreciation for the superiority of felines has chosen to tag this blog for special recognition. DHCoop, the author of It's just me has designated this blog as a Superior Scribbler - probably at the insistence of Gracie, Scooter & Ringo.

As with everything else in life, there are rules to abide by:

• Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
• Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
• Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
• Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
• Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

I have deemed to nominate the following felines:

1. Mr. Doodle's Dog - Do not be misled by the title. Yes, there are canines involved, but the photographer is Joe the cat, quite a striking figure, don't you agree?
2. Blogging Cat - This blog is written by Prince Muddy Paws, another choice specimen of feline grace.
3. The Cat Room - this blog is co-written by Bonkers and Miss Daisy: obviously better suited to one another than the Bane of My Existence and myself.
4. Abbie The Cat Has A Posse - Earlier this year, Abbie had an adventure and then a spell of forgetfulness, but now I'm happy to say, has returned to blogging.
5. Cat Girl's Amazing Felines Blog - Katharina is the only human I have tagged. Reading her blog will explain why.
   

Invasion

What a traumatic evening!!
My pleasant domestic abode was invaded by adolescent females.
The noise...
All those feet, oblivious to what might lay underneath...
All those hands, wanting to grab my body...
All that stuff... everywhere.... food... cups... paper...socks... shoes....a leg?

When will this torture end?

And I have been tagged...
I can't even begin to ponder that responsibility under the current barrage of tragedy...
I desperately need a nap but all my spaces are under surveillance...

Missing the Lone Male

Early on Thursday morning, the Lone Male rode off into the fog. He does this quite frequently, but usually returns later the same evening. He has not returned yet. Everything and everyone else is as they should be, so I assume he will return within a fortnight. The Preferred One allows me to stay on the bed with her until she turns the light out. If only I could persuade her to disallow the Bane of My Existence from the same privilege.

Change in the Weather

The windows are closed again. No more naps with the breeze blowing around my ears, bringing scents from unseen places. I believe it was due to the rain. I suppose it was for the best. I abhor getting my feet or fur damp.

Tagged, I believe

Tagged by the Intermittent One.

* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your blog along with these instructions.
* Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
* Tag five other people to do the same.

Including him.
A nervous excitement fluttered through his gut. Black sure knew how to get the heart moving.
A giggle turned his attention toward the tool shed. He studied the shed.

I was sitting on the bathroom counter this morning while the Preferred Female was brushing her teeth and found I was sitting on this book. The title is "Showdown" by Ted Dekker.

Napping Opportunity

My Lone Male Human has been napping on the couch for about an hour. I think I'll go over there and let him nap close to me.

Gone Again

The Intermittent One was here for a few days, but did not sleep in her room last night. I suppose that means it will be many days before she is home again.

The windows have been closed again. I believe the rain is the reason. My Preferred Female doesn't like the rain coming inside.

Why does the Bane of My Existence insist on straddling the narrow back of the new rocking chair to nap when the back of the couch is much wider and softer?

Love Bugs

Love bugs are most entertaining until one accidentally eats one (or 2, as the case may be): quite the bitter aftertaste. Much better to just leave the carcass on the floor to be disposed of by the vacuum cleaner or broom.

Cooler Temperatures

The outside temperature must be getting closer to the inside temperature. My Preferred Female has opened the windows and turned off the wind that blows from above.

I can hear creatures outside that never come in. I will sleep in the window tonight and listen to their voices.

Absent Family Member

The Lone Upright Male is not here. He is always the first one to stir in the morning. He comes into the large room, crushes aromatic beans, and makes a hot liquid with them.

This morning, the Preferred Upright Female was the first to stir. She was the one to make the hot drink. The Secondary Upright Females came into the large room, and soon after, all 3 females were gone. The Lone Male never appeared.

There is one other Upright Female in the family. I call her the Intermittent. At one time, she resided in this house on a regular basis. Then she became an infrequent resident. When the weather became hot once more, I thought she was again a permanent resident, only to realize that the infrequent status was correct. The room containing the Intermittent's bed is my favorite. It features 2 windows to nap in the sun and is always quiet, even when she is in residence.

I believe I will make use of one of those windows now.

The Time Is Now

I have concluded that now is the time to make my virtual presence known. This communication device is often left open on the raised platform on which I sleep during the day. It's first attraction is warmth. The second is a means of reaching the world.

I have observed my Preferred Upright Female communicate in this manner. I will do the same. I will not allow the Bane of My Existence, that dappled creature of intolerable immaturity, access to this device. Not that the BME could achieve more than clumsy tromping across these keys.

I shall now retire to the woven oval on the floor for a nap.