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!

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.

!!

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.

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.

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.