Buck The Cat

Sad News, Readers

2013-11-09T23:10:00.001-05:00

Hi everyone...this is Her.

I have sad news that Buck the Cat passed away April 22, 2013.

He lived a full, wonderful, vibrant life and was, in my opinion, the Best Cat Ever.

I miss him, I love him still, and the world is a much emptier place without my darling boy.

Rain rain Rain rain THUNDER!!!!

2012-05-29T11:11:00.000-04:00

Well, good day to you all.
I know, I know, it's been rather a long time since I posted anything.

Let's just say..... time has passed, I'm a bit older, a bit stiffer in the joints, and it's a little harder to get myself sparkling clean like I did when I was a kitten.

These days there's nothing better than a good nap. Once
again the Warm has returning, and sometimes I go out with MMmeee and other time I get to go out with Her. Yay. There is tasty grass to be had by the green tree, and I like it there, best.
For there I can hide and be a Mighty Tiger, and no one can see me.

Other days I will go to the other side on the hard dirt when I need to sun my bones....but it can get TOO warm there (such a thing!) and I do not stay very long. (I have noticed when I am warm however the ups-and-downs are easier on my hindquarters.)

I watch the Young One chase invisible spiders, and sometimes real ones. He really has a lot of energy. And quite cowardly, if I may say so. He runs and hides over the silliest things, like today. It is raining, and there is much growling from the sky. I am unafraid, for of course, I am a Brave Big Boy Tiger. But he jumps and runs and hides.

Heh.

Today, my friends I have news! Yes! Something exciting. Look to the left, and that handsome Feline is none other than Myself. I am on the cover.

You may see more here:

Me.

Things are things here. What else may I tell you.

I do not like using the ups-and-downs at all.
She brought me up them, and I do *not* like that. It is hard to come down them. (even though She does carry me, I feel it is rather undignified.)

That night she took me up, I let her know in the only way I could (and I am embarassed to let you know how) that this Up was Unacceptable. What I did next, well, I am not proud of.

But I had a point to make.

And so , I made it.

She yelped, yanked me off the bed and then stuffed a TOWEL under my rear end. Most undignified. After much yelping and sharp loud noises in My direction, She brought me down, and never has returned me Up. I am quite comfortable, thank you, on my couch.

I had a point to make, and I did.

Today I had some catnip, and now am stretched out and She is beside me, and I am content. Perhaps She will brush me....that would be nice. I shall Purr and look Cutely up at Her, (She is a sucker for that look, heh).

Good day everyone. I hope you are all well and happy as I am.

Sssh.

2011-09-04T10:41:00.002-04:00

I am hiding in the herb garden.

No one knows I am here, except for the chirping crickets.

I have rolled and rolled in the wet and the grass and the grreeeeeen greeeeen.

I am minty fresh.

Thunder and Booming and other Loud Noises

2011-08-25T00:01:00.000-04:00

Usually this time of night, I am curled up beside Her as she types on the pooter and I watch TV.

I am hiding down in my kittyjail tonite because I do Not Like Thunderstorms. They are too loud.

And I am a bit unnerved by the currents that you twoleggers do not seem to feel....like being watched while you eat through a one way mirror.....that's how a storm feels to a Cat.

I am going to try to sleep. You two leggers pay attention! If your animals hide, you should, too.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

2011-08-23T15:15:00.001-04:00

Aaahhhhh.....warm warm warm.

Today has been a Very Good Day.

Mmmeee let me Outside this morning and it has been a glorious day. Warm warm warm....warm. Mmm. I purr from happiness.

And then, She came home and came Outside with me! We dug in the garden, I showed her where the spots were that needed some fixing. Weeds were everywhere, and I needed My Spot cleaneded up. She did a very good job.

I closed my eyes and let the sun do its work.... flexing my TigerPaws into the sweet smelling earth.....and listened to the squawkers flying overhead and supervised the crawlers as they did their thing. Busy busy busy. Not I. I am a Cat.
I yawned and stretched....it is Good to be a Cat.

My hips do not hurt as much in the Warm. I like the sun as it seems to seep into my bones and all is well.

I wish I did not have to have the stingy bitter food. She says it is Good For Me, but I do Not like the taste. But it does help my hips, I suppose....blech. Not even the Young One will try to steal it, it tastes that bitter.

I wish that I could have Nice Tasting Food that helped me.

Disgruntled

2011-08-12T12:16:00.000-04:00

I am Trying to have a nap, on the couch. And I cannot.
For She is taking up TWO WHOLE CUSHIONS with her stringy bits and poky sticks.

There are bits and pieces everywhere and I am trying to find an uncluttered spot. But everytime I move something sticks to me or a get a paw stuck and it's GRR annoying. I tell Her so but she Laughed At Me. The nerve.
And when I stretched out to let Her know she was taking too Much Room one of the poky sticks kept POKING ME right by my leg. She did apologize and petted me a bit. But still.

I think I like this even less than when She gets the whirry machine and then there is string (tasty string though I will admit) EVERYWHERE and it gets stuck to me. (And if I eat the tasty string that falls, well, let's just say All is NOT well that comes out of your end well. If you get my meaning.)

Hmm. What to do.

I want Her to move over. She will not.
Hmm.

I shall strategically place my long strong back against the back wall of the cowch and s t r e t c h out my legs....push Her over by sneakiness. Shift and S t r e t ch. Shift and S t r e t c h.

Great. Now She is just sitting on my legs and I am once again covered in stringy bits.

I shall let Her know with a small growl She is in my Spot.

She's not paying attention.

Maybe She will get the hint if I stare at her.

Nope.

I shall try purring and being Extrordinarily Cute.
...well She reacheded over and petted me. Not exactly what I was going for. But I did get a kiss on my tabbyforehead.

Maybe if I reach out an exploratory claw......snag this stringy bit...ooh, springy.....maybe if I pull....

OW. She Pinged me right on the head. Grr.
I am going to go lay in the sun. By the door. I give Her A Look. So She knows that I am Not Pleased as I leave the cowch.

I am disgruntled....but I like the colours She is using. And I know that whatever She is making will be comfy warm for me to lay on.

Ah. The warm sun.. Ahhhh.

Things I Like

2011-08-08T13:56:00.000-04:00

Sleeping Outside under something green and cool.

Napping on my couch, where my Tabbystripes cleverly conceal me.

Furry little toy mice I can chew the tails off of.

Catnip.

Getting brushed except by my bum.

When MMmmee lets me Out first thing in the morning.

Catnip.

New Smells (if they are good.).

When She brushes and pets me and does that thing in my ears and my eyes roll back. I know they do. I know it's not my best look. But it FEELS SO GOOD!!!!

Watching the Young One go fast around the house and smash into the window. It's not mean. It's life. He'll learn. Or he won't. And I shall continue to be wise and say nothing.

Tunatreats.

Wet food mixed with my dry food with a splash of water.

Catnip.

Flexing my mighty paws and claws on my scratching Post.

Napping in the warm warm sun.

Eating grass in the warm warm sun.

Yawning like you mean it.

Watching the Weather Network with MMmmee.

Catnip.

aah.

2011-08-04T11:50:00.000-04:00

Here I sit, cleverly hidden from the world around me.

I am a Mighty Tiger, sleeping in the jungle.

I am hidden in the Jungle....under a thick tangle of green and my cunning tabby patterns hide me in the dappled shade. No one knows I am here.

I watch the small creatures of the jungle floor skitter to and fro intent on fulfilling their daily work...never dreaming that for them the Big Sleep is a paws' reach away.....but... I do not trouble them. I am sleepy. But watchful, ever watchful.

I hear the Flyers overhead, they call alarms because they sense I am here. They tremble at the thought of My anger. But peace, Flyers. I am sleepy.

MMmmee knows that I must be Outside in the Jungle. Sometimes I don't even have to ask, she just lets me out. Although She does not always like it when I am outside, MMmmee understands. But She worries and won't let me go too far; even tho the yard next door has Smells that I want to Smell. She makes me come back. There is Another who lives somewhere over there and I see him sometimes come into MY yard and I know he Smells ME and as yet we have not discussed this, and it must needs be soon as I do not like other Smells in My Yard. I mean, my Jungle.
But She comes out sometimes, and we dig in the Jungle, I supervise. I see the white moths flitter around and remember a younger time when my joy was to leap and chase...always always just out of reach....but the point was to jump and turn and be young and strong in the sunlight....ah....I digress. My joints ache and the sunlight soothes them.

I am content.

I can see the carrides go past, and as yet, no Growlers have disturbed me. All is well. As I mentioned, I am sleepy.
I shall roll over, and have a nap.

Grr. I am a ....*yawn* Mighty Tiger.

It's been awhile

2011-07-05T23:14:00.000-04:00

Well, hello again dear readers.
Many of you were wondering where I went, and if I was Okay. Yes. I am. I am a Cat. I just did not feel like writing.
Closer to the truth, if I must be truthful - and I feel one must - She takes her compooter away with Her when She goes. So it is always not convenient for me to type. There.

Well...let's see. Finally, finally, the Warm has returned. The Sun is happy and warm and once again so am I. I sleep and dream most days away and watch the Young One chase flies and other buzzy things around. Every now and then I think I might join in, but....it seems like too much trouble.

I like the warm. Mmmeee lets me sit outside whenever I like.

I shall write more when the mood strikes, but for now, I need a nap.

Hum.

2010-10-11T10:32:00.000-04:00

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!

Yuck

2010-09-26T01:07:00.000-04:00

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....

2010-09-21T23:29:00.000-04:00

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.

!!

2010-09-06T17:19:00.000-04:00

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

2010-09-02T14:36:00.000-04:00

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

2010-09-01T13:20:00.000-04:00

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.

No Rain Today...so far

2010-08-27T14:38:00.000-04:00

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.

Rain and rain and rain and rain. And rain.

2010-08-25T23:03:00.000-04:00

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.

meOw.

2010-08-24T15:58:00.000-04:00

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!

Hot.

2010-08-19T18:50:00.000-04:00

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.

Crawlies

2010-08-15T20:59:00.000-04:00

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.

She's cooking

2010-08-14T20:48:00.000-04:00

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.

2010-08-14T20:31:00.001-04:00

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.