Found some lovely, pungent ick to roll in; managed to shrug off my harness and Staff had to put it back on.
And...they're back! Very happy to snuggle with the housekeeper.
Once again, I have given my domestic staff leave to visit their granddaughter in Amsterdam. Fortunately, I have trained up their niece in domestic service, and she will be taking care of my needs in their absence.
And for my new followers, here once again is...
Sir Bitesalot's Lament
I do not like it when you go
I do not like your to and fro
I do not like you stuffing bags
I do not like you writing tags
I do not like it when you pack
I do not know you're coming back
I do not like you on a plane
I do not like you on a train
I just want you back again!
This is a fun game. I think Staff does it because I like to bite him for treats when he does his exercises.
I do enjoy a little fight training...claws not fully engaged, of course!
Trip to the vet. Got my teeth cleaned and a distemper shot. Here I am with the chauffeur at a traffic light, watching the cars go by. I don't mind the car too much, though I would prefer riding in a Rolls Royce.
I do so want the bird. It's nesting in the roses. The gamekeeper says it's a Dark-Eyed Junco; a little dark meat would be lovely. Unfortunately, I don't think I can make the leap to the fence and the roses are too thorny. Very frustrating.
Staff knows when it's time to harness up and go for a walk. I always come promptly when he calls in case he changes his mind. With a brief stop at the scratch pad, of course. (sound on)
My favorite toy. Except now that I'm older and more dignified (especially around the middle) I don't get too carried away.
Enjoying the respite from all the rain we've been getting. I condescended to allow Staff a brief belly rub, then decided to make sure he understood the magnitude of the privilege, and not get carried away.
I don't MIND being called over to do a high five, but I wouldn't want Staff to think I was doing it "on command."
Sometimes I can play gentle. As much fun as it is to remove small hunks of flesh from Staff, I can play gentle. Sometimes. At least once.
Here's an easy trick most cats can do. First you sit down, then you sit up and wave your paws. Staff and I call this, "Wave Your Paws!" Happy New Year everyone!
I gave my domestics the morning off to run in the Santa race. They dressed up like Santa and his Elf, and came back with a medal that can be used as a Christmas tree ornament. I gave it a pre-tree spin; nice! To all of you who have domestic servants, I recommend you support them doing exercise so they can continue to perform their duties at peak efficiency.
Christmas past, the housekeeper very kindly hung a bird on the Christmas tree for me. She didn't this year--I wonder why? Oh yes, I remember. I ate it.
A curious beast, the praying mantis! I poked at it a bit, with caution, until Staff carefully deposited it in the bushes--where it disappeared right before my eyes! A phasmid or a mantid?
If you find you have eaten rather more than you intended for Thanksgiving dinner, I recommend eating some bamboo grass. Great for indigestion and brings up hairballs a treat. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I never get dizzy. It's a feline thing. Same reason we always (mostly) land on our feet. Why? Not telling.
Sprained my right shoulder. I was sleeping next to staff and got my right paw stuck under his leg, then rolled over. Rowrch! My personal physician recommended I not jump down from things for a few days. But she didn't say anything about up and over!
Whilst patrolling Georgeland today, I heard an unauthorized feline interloper up above -- battle mode, battle mode! Whoever it was failed to appear. Inside only, I would guess.
