Monday, October 11, 2010

Hum.

Well, it's been a LOT of sleeps and still She is not back. I know that She sometimes goes away for a long time, but it's cold here. I miss Her. I miss the warm and the sun. Mmmeee puts my chair in the sun and I can see Outside and it is very nice.
The Young One annoys me constantly, however. But he is learning to Not Bother me for I am a mighty Big Boy Tiger. One swipe of my mighty paw puts him back in his place, and I can doze unmolested. For a few hours, anyway until he tries it again.

I miss Her. I miss everything and I am a little bit sad. But it will be ok, only a few more sleeps.

Then I shall dig my claws in and never let Her go!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Yuck

Today it went back to being cold. Sigh. I miss my warm, warm, warm. I even sat in the happy sun but still, could not really get warm. She came and covereded me up with a blankie, which was nice. I must have dozed off, because it was dark and the sun wasn't very bright. I wokeded up because my tummy was GEROWELING like I do when I see my arch-nemesis, the Black Cat.

Turns out, I was hungy. I am hungry> Very hungry.

So, eat! you might say. Well... I would usually just meander over and munch munch away.

But lately, my dinner has become a yucky thing that I am not sure I like. It has a dark strong taste that burns a wee bit on my tongue. The new smell tickles the back of my nose and it is very strong. I do not really care for it. AND my breath, which is normally sweet and pure, I can tell, is heavy and strong and musty. Ew. I do not like it.

I have tried to tell Her, to let Her know I don't like it. But She said it was good for me, whatever it this is. She said that the new tunatreats are good for me, too. Of course they are, they're tunatreats.Hmm.


On a good note, it's been easier to be up and about these days. I think the air mayhap, or the water, is doing me good. I have noticed that I can jump a little easier, and the up-and-downs aren't as dreadful. And even, I was even able yesterday to let the Young one know who is boss when I stole his mousie and chased him up some up-and-downs.


She let me know She has to go away for a few sleeps, I will miss Her very much; we've had some absolutely lovely days since we've arrived in our new place that is the old place. I do miss my howse though, and I miss the Outside that was warm. But I shall stay here with Mmmeee, who I like very much and takes good care of me.

Going to eat something, I can only hope it tastes good!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Here... Wherever that is....

Well. What an adventure this has  been.
It's been a few days since I last was able to write; it's taken me this long to settle in and get my bearings.

After a long and torturous trip in the caride, well, here I am.
And where, exactly is here? Well. As best I know:
In a house, with many up-and-downs, many nice windows, a small Outside where there are many things to sniff and lovely green green grass to nibble. A nice comfortable spot for me, several, actually, and a few spots I like to hide in. There are a few flies though, in this proverbial ointment.

There is another here. There is another very young, very rambunctious, very annoying other Cat.
And I, I do not overly care for him.

Ack. How to describe him. He is ...he, well... he's Young. I know, I said that already. He is not as handsome a TabbyTigerStripes as I; in fact, he was only given a few Tabby spots, as he is mostly white. He is long, and narrow, and Squawker-skinny, and too long for his Tail. But his her dotes on him and so he gets the run of this house. But I of course, rule. He may live here now but I remember that I was here long ago, and so therefore, I am in charge.
He tends to race around the howse like someone who has been sleeping in the catnip patch. He throws his mice in the air with abandon, oh to be young! He hasn't yet learned the trick of NOT losing all his funtoys under the big chairs yet, but he will. He also needs to learn that the squirls are not worth chasing, or even trying to have a decent conversation with. Too airbrained. Sigh. So much for him to learn! I might, one day, guide this little furball yet.

How have I been faring? Well; I fill the days. I like to sleep in the big chair. Sometimes the sun shines on me so I put my ahem, end bits there so it warms them. I have noticed that since I came my hind legs are twinging....sometimes the up-and-downs are a bit difficult for me. Although yes, I know I'm a bit, how shall I put it...rotund.... I know that my cave was noticeably smaller around my middle on my nightmarish journey here, but these days, I have more room. So that's good, and if I lost some extra me then I shall be lean and mean once again. Even though jumping higher is getting more difficult, (I need a bit of extra prep bounce) and sleeping in one spot for too long is hard.  Don't you dare tell anyone; I can still run rings around the young one. Sniff. And I shall bite you if you tell.

I am tired. The food She gave me tasted a bit funny tonite, it was bitey on my tongue and left a funny coating on my mowth. I only complained a bit; but I was hungry so ate it all.
I wonder how Lizard is doing. And my flowers. I see some through the window here, and when She and I were out in the garden I sampled some LOVELY lavender, and some sage as well. But it isn't quite as warm here, but She covers me with a warm warm warm blankie at night when She says goodnight.

Well, goodnight. I am going to stretch and then go back to sleep.

Monday, September 6, 2010

!!

I do NOT know what just happened. And I'm quite frankly too frazzled still to describe or talk about it.

All I know, all I can tell you is that three sleeps of being crammed in my cave, then in the carride, then stops where I was forcefully ejected from my cave onto grass somewhere in the Outside and I did not  like it, then back in the carride, then in somewhere that smelled awful then the carride, then another Outside, and another smelly room and the carride AGAIN and all of this with very little food, water or brushing. AND She did not listen when I repeatedly TOLD Her I needed NEEDED to GO and She did not listen. I cannot describe what happeneded next. I am still too embarrassed. It was all too, too horrible and I need some quiet time, and possibly some more tunatreats, to recover.

All I know is this:  I am NOT AT HOME and I do not know where I am but She says I was there before when Crankypants (or Fred, as She called her) was around. It sort of looks familiar, except that there is ANOTHER 4legger here and HE has done nothing but stare at me and say not very much except Hello. Hmm. I'm much bigger than he is and he better stay off my bed.

It is cold here and a bit dark. I miss my warm. But She says I can sleep with her again, that's okay I suppose. And I do have more room.....but, it's not Home.

I do NOT like the carride. No. Not one bit.

Sigh.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

SOMETHING is going on

Okay. Now I know for Sure something is Going on.

And how do I know this? All my toys are gone. AND my blankie. AND She came out and asked me which bed I liked better (the brown puffy pooshy one, of course) and then IT went away too.
Something is going on and I don't know what.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Not much

Not much at all, to report.

I've spent the last few days just relaxing. Napping, grooming, a bit of ball chasing but I admit, half hearted.
It's been hot again, and damp. My blue plant is drooping, no matter what She does it doesn't look good for this one. I have to say I don't really mind because this plant has long arms which brush against me, and the blooms stick.  And I mean, stick. They stick to everything. Fur, toys, etc etc. When you try to clean them off they even stick to your tongue. And they taste revolting. Not like blue should taste at all.

My rose bloomed, a delicate white rose. Very small. She comes and talks to it sometimes which both the flower and I like. I haven't seen Her outside with me very much, but I watch Her through the window.

She's busy I can tell, moving things around and She sat yesterday for a couple of hours in Her messyroom where She paints. I have tried my paw at painting but I'm not very good. I like Her work though.
She also has been on Her little box she stares at intently and uses Her paws on; I think she called it her Poota or something like that.

Time for another nap I suppose, it's that quiet.

Again, not much to report. I did see the small lizard again, far at the top of the lanai. I think he's eating the wasps that are also up there; I should warn him, they sting.

Friday, August 27, 2010

No Rain Today...so far

Ah. What a glorious sunny day. Oh the warm, warm sun. mmm. I love it so.

Of course as I'm typing I look up and notice the clouds on the horizon. Bother. Oh well. Its' been a nice, warm day. She came out with me today and we had a nice long brush. She sits with me sometimes; but today was an extra treat. She swept the lanai and moved things, and the Door was Open so I got to go Outside for awhile. It was wonderful. The grass was green green green and a bit too short; the Loudgrowlingcarides came by a few sleeps ago, and made it short again. Oh well. (Don't get me wrong here, She grows grass for me inside, but it's just not, just- well just not the same. It's like how meat should be...nice and fresh, not hard and cooked the way She makes it. It's good; just not the same. )

So not only was I Outside today, but the sun shone, and She brushed me, and I ate green grass.
THEN even later; She came back out again!!!

She was talking on the small box she brings out everynow and then, and so I listened to Her voice and got brushed. Ah, perfection.

AND...She gave me a hidden tunatreat today. At the bottom of my dish! Mmm. Life is good.

I'm going to lay in the shade for a bit, it is a tad too warm in the sun right now.

Not that I'm complaining.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Rain and rain and rain and rain. And rain.

As you can read from the title today, it rained. A lot. And yesterday, and the day before that.

It's constant and grey and hot. And humid, too, which makes it harder for me to breathe. (Did I ever tell you I have mild asthma? I do.) And no matter where I tried to lay today, I was damp.
Unhappy damp. Sigh.

Nothing stirred; nothing shifted. The rain chased me into my cave several times; but even then the damp seeped in.

Not much to report. Except that, it's still raining.

Sigh.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

meOw.

Something is up. I'm not sure what, but something is going on. I know this, because three sleeps ago, She took me in the caride and then I was outside and a out of control dog barked at me and it was hot and then it BIT me and I hurt and was very sleepy for the last three days.
I suppose I should slow down and explain. You must forgive me, I'm still a bit ruffled by the experience, and while I will explain as best I can, the horribleness of it all is still with me.

Let me start by saying this. I do NOT like the Caride. Everytime we go in it I go somewhere and get stung or bit or poked and it smells stingy and hurts my eyes.

I do like my Cave. It is nice. Four walls and a roof and a nice floor with my blankie on it. I can go in there and sleep forever because it is Mine and very cozy. It keeps me dry and cool, and if it gets cold She will drape extra blankies on it so I stay warm as warm can be. But when She closes the gate and I am stuck inside my cave then it is not so nice. She picks it up and the world lurches and swings, I slide from one side to the other and I feel a bit queasy, as I do not like swinging, dipping, or when we dance together I do not like to be spinned.

Then we are outside for a moment, I know because I can smell it, and She set me down in the cave just outside the caride. It opens and then I am inside, and it is very, very hot. It also smells odd; like musty blankies, hamburgers, hot plastic and with Her scent above all. My cave goes beside where She sits and a strap goes across by my nose (outside of course) and then suddenly NOISE NOISE NOISE!
It is TOO LOUD but then She makes it better and a nice cool stream of air is reaching me.
 All the noise and grinding though scares me a bit so I let Her know that I am uncomfortable, and tell Her so. She tries to reassure me but it does not stop and I tell Her again and again, all the way until it does stop.

I do not like the cave when I am in the caride. It stays still but I do not.

The caride stops and She takes me out. The light is bright and then it is hot again. I do not know where we are but the smells are not Right. There is a heaviness and stickiness and it clogs my nose. It is a greasy and grey smell and stings. Acrid. It is bright.
I can hear many carides , and I hear noisy Flyers in the trees, Twoleggers and now some Fourleggers. Mostly, Dogs. Sigh. I will never understand them. Horrible, filthy, hairy creatures. No self respect at all. No sense of personal space, either.
I am jarred to the bone as my cave is set down, She talks to me a bit and then HORROR! as a Big! Black! Stinky!! Hairy!!! Dog! tries to shove its face into my cave.
It is unintelligable in its' snuffling, I can barely make out what it's saying, all gibberish, of course. I hiss and spit to let It know it is Too Close and must Back Off.

It does. It knows better than to mess with Me.

We are there, outside, doing who knows what for oh, I'm not sure. At least half an hour. It is hot and gets hotter even though we are in the shade beside a big wall. The Dog does not return too closely but continues to bark insanely everytime a new Twolegger gets in line. There are others here too; I can see them in their caves as well. Most are quiet, some are complaining about the heat. I don't blame them. I let Her know I am also unhappy. She gives me a tunatreat! I am happy. But hot. And I want to go home.

Suddenly I am lurched upwards again; I bangeded my head off the roof of my cave. I let Her know! Yowl!
She apologized, and then I am set down. But higher, I can see more. I see another Twolegger moving around quickly and behind that I see many carides moving fast. So fast! Do we go that fast? I cannot think we could, perhaps?? but I digress.

Brace yourself. The Worst is coming. I did not know what to expect, so I warily eyed Her as She opened the cave door, but didn't try to get me out. Good thing. No way.

A new paw reached in; not Hers. A male reached in and patted my head, then

OW OW OW!!! 
Then AGAIN!!

Before I could even react ANOTHER!!!!

WHAT THE!!!!????

I did NOT know what was happening but I do know I did NOT LIKE IT!!!! I let Her know my extreme displeasure. I hissed, and even swatted when She closed the cave door.

Then, swung back around in the cave, from side to side I flew. Back into the caride. She crooned to me and gave me more tunatreats. But Ow. OW!!! The back of my neck was throbbing!
It hurt. Oh, did it hurt. And I couldn't even reach it to lick it better.  More tunatreats. Ow. Yum. Owhhhy.

When we FINALLY returneded home; back to the lanai went I. I was starting to feel more than queasy and wanted to just lay still on the cool floor for a bit. Then She brought out one of my favourite treats: Wet food mixed with lots of water so it's mushy. She knows me so well!!! I was feeling sicky but suddenly I was starving. So I ate a bunch and then....oh dear. I needed to sleep. So I did.

Three sleeps later I am still Sore. It hurts but at least I feel better. I suspect I also had a fever as the room was far too hot and I kept needed to dunk my whiskers in my water bowl to cool off. I also put my paws in from time to time, it helped.

I am sorry for the frazzled description. The whole experience was quite upsetting. I am still not myself...and something is up. I'm sure of it. I don't go in the caride very often, and usually it's not pleasant when I get out of it. Hmmm. I wonder......why does this happen? I remember before going to a place that wasn't home and it was very smelly of clean but it stung and everything was bright and there were other 4leggers there, and I got stung there, too but poked and prodded and other stuff. But this was different and I'm unsure. At least I'm feeling better today. So don't worry.

Well I'm going to try to find a dry spot for awhile. It's rained and rained and rained and rained here for so long that everything is wet. Or damp. Or wet. Ick.






PS:... I did see a lizard (who wasn't mine) run up the screen yesterday. But I was dozing and didn't call out. I hope he comes back!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Hot.

Damn. It's hot.
And by hot, I mean, h o t. My whiskers, my long fine whiskers, are drooping. My tail isn't even fluffy in that appealing way the humidity makes it; no, right now it's damp and pressed to my skin.

I am H o t.

I laid in the shade (ah, what a poet am I) and under the chair. I have a blankie I particularly like to rub my face in and around but it was too hot for that. She draped it over the chair for me so it is dark and cool. I like that. The humidity makes everything damp. When I press my cheek to the cool cement I can see the moisture from my breath make a trail. Ew. That's not attractive. And I, I am always attractive. I am a handsome Big Boy Tiger. But I digress.

I laid still today. So still I counted my breaths, each one, and it seemed like such an effort! I didn't even want to eat. That's weird I know but it's HOT.

She came out to feed me today but I did not stir. It was too hot. I knew she wanted to pet me and give me my breakfast loving but it was too hot. I just laid there.

Later on, it could have been hours, or minutes, I heard the tapping at the lanai door. She was worried I know so I reassured her that I was okay.

****

AH. I feel much better. It is early evening and the thunderstorms have somewhat cleared the air. I am investigating and double checking all the work that She did out here yesterday. Lots of new plants, some smell very interesting, and a new Rose! I hope, I hope I hope my dear friend Lizard will return. Have you seen him yet? I still wonder. Perhaps he went off to the neighbouring house's bougainvillea. You never can tell with lizards.


I am much more awake now..Not by much but I'm up and about. And STARVING. You must excuse me. I am going to eat.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Crawlies

I do not like crawling things. Well except for my friend the Lizard, who I haven't seen in awhile. I wonder where he went?
But today I realized that I do NOT like crawlers. They're rude. No manners.
I was minding my own business today, and I wouldn't have minded some afternoon conversation. She went out, told me She'd be back at dinner so I had time to myself today. So there I was, stretching out and being my normal handsome self, when I heard a rattling scraping sound from under the rosebush in the corner.
Somehow a crawler had pushed it's way inbetween the big potted plant and the screen.
So, I decided to watch it and see what it was up to, and make SURE it was  not planning on moving in. She doesn't like crawlers, and honestly, neither do I really. Eh, well...except for the little blue ones. Those are very tasty. Especially if they're ...never mind. But I digress.

It crawled right by me, up my ramp into my house and helped itself to my MY food.

No thank you, no antennae acknowledgement, Nothing. I watched it go from my cool spot under the chair.  Perhaps It didn't see me maybe(I'm being nice) because I was stealthily hidden under my blankie. Perhaps.
 And then, it wriggled its' way back under the Rosebush and I haven't seen it since. I've been watching for awile because I intend to give it a peice of my mind when I do. Can you imagine? No manners at all.

Well.....sigh.   She still isn't home and it's dark now. But at least the shades are open a bit, I can see that "Home Makeover" is on. I don't mind that show. Sometimes I tear up because it's so emotional to see what the other 4 Leggers of the world go through. Not everyone is as lucky as me; I have my own Aframe house, with a ramp, and a ladder, and a scratching post, and beds, and carpets and...oh the list goes on. Some 4 Leggers have a bare yard and crappy wooden house. I'm so lucky. Plus, I have Her. And we love each other, very much.
I'm a happy Cat.

PS> If anyone sees Lizard please tell him he's welcome to come back anytime. I miss his outlook and please tell him the rose isn't doing so well since he left.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

She's cooking

I mentioned I live on the Lanai, but not why.
 We moved here where its always hot. I like it, mostly. I do not like to be cold. I like to stretch and feel my stripey tail go as long as it goes, and it's easier when it's hot. But here it's sometimes too hot, even for me. I can always curl up in the shade, and stretch on the floor, where it's cooler.
Sometimes I lay on the step with my face pressed on the window, it's much cooler but not as comfortable. And of course, I AM a cat and it's all about me, looking handsome and being comfortable. So I don't lay there long. But I like to watch Her when she does things. And it's not too bad watching from outside. This way She can't grab me and make me dance with her. I do like it but sometimes She spins me and dips me and then the world is fuzzy and I want to have a nap and some water. But I digress.
I smelled the warm happy smells from the kitchen coming outside and I purred. She cooks wonderful things and I get to taste them. I am outside because I make him sneeze. Sometimes he will come outside to put more food in my dish but if he pets me,  I will let him for a bit. But then I will use my keen sharp teeth to remind him that She is mine and mine only. But I digress

I am watching Her cook. When I was a young kit I would supervise Her working in the kitchen, and would taste test Her creations. She's pretty good, even though She always overcooks the meat.

I think it's soup with the leftover squawker they had two sleeps ago. Yum.

Hi. I'm Buck.

And I'm a cat. I'm a very handsome cat, if I do say so myself. And of course, I do.
After all, I am a cat.

I live right now outside, in a screened in porch They call a Lanai. It's nice. I can see and hear everything, smell everything but sometimes I have to say, it's annoying. I want to get OUT and smell and sniff. And roll. And taste. But She is good to me, She lets me out and scratches my belly while I eat grass. I love Her.

I do wish I had a radio to listen too though> I miss my big band music.