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Cat's Logs - Week 14

I, on the other hand, had some very interesting outside adventures in my younger days.

In fact, the human record of my history (and they don't believe me when I tell them the real story) begins with me a young stray in California.

In fact, I was a really big noise on the mean streets of LA, but also found some time to enjoy regular "bird watching" in the park.

I still get chills when one of those lame human toys GlennaJo's always begging me to play with moves like a butterfly or catches my eye like a bird's wings.

Now I dream about chasing birds--from the warm dry comfort of my couch.

A discussion of my views of the outside world wouldn't be complete without mention of the window in the kitchen.

Several months ago GlennaJo cleared off the top of the bookshelf next to the window so I could have a comfortable place to sit and watch birds. I've avoided the window like the plague every since.

You can't let your attendant get the idea that she understands your needs or even has any good ideas. If you do, pretty soon they're feeding you health food and running you through calisthenics every day.

I can still enjoy the sunshine pouring on the floor, even though I won't sit in the window.

There's a rumor going around that I have no social life.

This is simply not true. For example, GlennaJo's mother is a frequent visitor.

GlennaJo insists on calling her my "gramma" although it's obvious my grandmother came from much higher on the evolutionary ladder.

Whatever you call her, she stops by two or three times a week to pick up or deliver things. Once in a very great while, it's a delivery of cat food, but most of her errands are pointless and unnecessary.

At least she's been trained not to bother the cat.

And then there's my not exactly voluntary relationship with Mz. Veldt.

Admittedly, "social life" may not be the best term to describe our relationship--sovereign and subject would be more appropriate.

After all with such a contrast between royal mien and the common touch, not to mention elegance and grace compared to an ordinary undistinguished posture, there is no question of equality.

You're glad I recognize Mz. Veldt's superior heritage?

Very funny.

This was a really busy day.

I got up, ran around the house, then took a nap.

I got up, frightened the birds near the window, then took a nap.

I got up, had a bit of lunch, then took a nap.

I got up, moved to the bed, then took a nap.

GlennaJo got home, and I was so tired, I couldn't get up, so I continued my nap.

If you're lonely, bored or just generally not getting all you feel you should out of life, I have a recommendation.

Go to your local animal shelter and adopt a kitten.

You're never lonely with a kitten because she'll help you wake up, keep you amused at bedtime, cause intriguing crashing noises in the middle of the night, and be right beneath your feet when you walk.

You're never bored with a kitten because of the fun of shopping for replacement lamps, curtains and furniture.

You never feel unfulfilled with a kitten because she'll purr every time you touch her and climb into your lap every time you'll let her.

GlennaJo's Corner: I advocate adopting adult cats, who need homes more than kittens. That's how I met Prince.

I spent half an hour on the couch next to GlennaJo tonight and lived.

You may think sleeping on a couch is a pretty safe activity, and a couple weeks ago I would have agreed with you--before the couch quake.

Last weekend I was sleeping soundly on the couch when there was a pounding noise followed by major shaking. I jumped a bit, and suddenly there were two more pounding sounds followed by even more shaking. I thought it was an earthquake, and took the resourceful and macho course of running to the living room in search of shelter.

But the living room floor was solid and strong, just like a floor should be. So I decided to avoid the couch. This wasn't OK with GlennaJo, who kept picking me up and setting me next to her--for about 10 seconds until I could escape.

Today I jumped up next to GlennaJo and tried out a brief 30-minute nap. She was very appreciative--just like an attendant should be.

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