Kindred Spirit

Initially, I would like to state that I am being prevented from communicating in this manner on a regular basis due to the fact the Primary Female has developed the practice of closing this machine when she retires for the evening. I do not possess the dexterity to gain access without assistance, for which, I will not ask.

But as said machine is now open and alight on the raised feeding platform, I will take advantage.

Last evening, the Lone Male received a voice only communication from another male. He took refuge in his study to continue the conversation. After quite some time, he called the Primary Female into the study and transferred the communication device to her.

I, of course, did not intrude on this dialog. However, the Bane of my Existence does not possess the same refined form exhibited by myself and intruded in the most juvenile fashion. She jumped into the lap of the Female and attempted to communicate herself.

I suppose it is to be expected but certainly not encouraged.

She did pass on some interesting information, however. Our Lone Male and Primary Female were in contact with the staff of some VIF (Very Important Felines). Rachmaninov and Vivaldi, along with a pair of youngsters named Tank and Indy, have traveled to Italy and are now waiting for their male staff member to finalize affairs here in the US before joining the rest of the party in Europe. The female staff member is with them and is communicating through this same medium at this address. To my knowledge, the Hanana Browns have not issued any personal statements, but you can see their photographic likenesses here.

I can understand the length of the voice only communication, now. The Lone Male and Primary Female were speaking with a Kindred Spirit.

The Prey

I have been hearing it.

When it was just becoming light, I found it.

I had it trapped but could not reach it.

Then the Lone Male entered the room and took it himself.

But there may be others.....

Invasion of the Dreaded Males

The usual tranquility of this dwelling place was shattered these past few days.

This domestic abode was invaded by Upright Males of the same general age as the Secondary Females and the Intermittent One.

Oh, the horror...

the large feet...

the loud noises...

the grabbing hands...

For 2 sleeping periods, they were here, forcing me to retreat to the Room of Cold Hard Surfaces with the Bane of My Existence. (I must admit, she WAS intelligent enough to avoid the Invaders whenever possible)

The Dreaded Male Invaders departed at one time, but they returned!

But now they have truly departed. The Primary Female, the Lone Upright Male and the 2 Secondary Females have returned without the Dreaded Males.

Peace has been restored.

The Kitty Discipline Bottle

I think my Preferred One has seen this photograph. There is a bottle very similar to these on our kitchen table. Every time I try to find a nice place to nap on the table runner, I get wet. It is most disturbing. And she is relentless! Time after time, all day long on Saturday, she never gave up with the squirting. And when the water supply was exhausted, she replenished it!

I thought she had forgotten about it Saturday night, because I took a nice nap in her lap on the couch. But Sunday morning, I tried the table napping space again and **squirt**

Home at Last

We have finally been freed. Two weeks in a kennel with the Bane of My Existence!!

And the chemical smell has just about dissipated from my fur.

What an experience!!

I hope I never go through something like this again.

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.