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Cat's Logs - Week 39

In addition to the front lawn, we have wildflowers in the back.

There's no window where I have a good view of them, but GlennaJo and her mother talk of goldenrod, purple asters and some other small yellow flowers they haven't identified yet. Apparently, the whole area was filled with these blooms a couple weeks ago.

Which brings me to another pet peeve of mine: we haven't had fresh flowers for months. Now, I love my premium cat food, but cat does not live on kibble alone. Where are the chrysanthemums, daffodils and daisies I need for a balanced diet?

Besides, I think GlennaJo exaggerates: a couple flowers on the floor handy for nibbling hardly constitutes, "ruining the whole arrangement."

One person's flower arrangement is another person's salad bar.

Is it just me, or is the Sun gradually disappearing?

It seems like every day it gets darker a little earlier and the dark comes back a little sooner. This is beginning to cramp my sunbathing style.

Have human scientists noticed this frightening phenomenon? Do they have a plan for getting the sun back on track?

If this trend is allowed to continue, it could begin to make the world a colder place, which might be even worse than napping in the dark.

I'd better start thickening up my coat to prepare for whatever's in the works.

Tuesday, October 5, 1999

Word to the Wise: Travel is highly overrated.

When you travel with humans, you're always cooped up in a strange place. And when you travel long distances on cat power, you end up having to nap in strange places where it's hard to ensure safety.

I'm actually a well-travelled feline, having been born in L.A. before moving to Minnesota with my former attendants. They split up and decided to retire from the cat attendant business. Then there was a trip and week-long stay with one of GlennaJo's friends before I finally ended up here at home.

I was kinda worried at first, since GlennaJo's first action was to take me to the vet for a checkup (this magnificent specimen passed with flying colors).

But since GlennaJo discovered liver treats, our relationship has been cool.

Wednesday, October 6, 1999

Speaking of trips to the vet, humans seem to strive to make this annual event as stressful as possible.

First, GlennaJo gets the carrier out the night before to broadcast her intentions and start the worrying process.

After my nerves are completely frayed from the suspense, she grabs me and tries to push me into the carrier tail first. I asked her what made her think I would let her push me backwards into a small container, and she said it's what the vet advised. Right! And this guy is my doctor?

So, I've been stressed out all night in general and now I'm wondering what this witch doctor might tell GlennaJo next. Great!

Anyway, a half hour later when I realize GlennaJo is totally deaf to feline body language and has developed an irrational obsessive desire to see me in the carrier, I decide to calmly walk in before someone gets hurt.

And she didn't even say, "Thanks!"

In my wild youth in L.A., I used to travel mainly on cat power.

And believe you me, the vet was not on my itinerary.

My favorite trips were on the rooftops, scaring unwary birds and leaping from building to building. You can learn a lot about a city with a roof's eye view, and this is when I first developed my interest in human anthropology and mythology.

My least favorite trips were across the street. I'm a survivor, but there were some harrowing moments.

The thought makes travel in a carrier almost tolerable.

I am appalled to hear that cats are expected to fly in the cargo hold while their attendants sit in the luxury of "tourist class."

"Tourist class!" The very name calls up images of tropical islands, sandy beaches and interesting villages.

Here's the noble feline, cramped into a tiny box while ... Tourist class looks like that? And you choose to be cooped up in there for hours?

Avoid travel arrangements made by humans: they have some very peculiar ideas of what's comfortable.

Thinking GlennaJo was trying to con me yesterday with a picture from a horror movie, I've been doing some research.

Hard as it is to believe, humans really do play "how many people can you fit in this airplane" when they make travel arrangements.

But animals still get the short end of the stick due to a barbaric concept called "quarantine."

Apparently, humans have a superstitious belief they can catch dreaded diseases from a perfectly healthy feline. To drive away these mythical evil spirits, humans lock the animal up in a cage for months.

Hey! It's your superstition! Lock yourselves up until you feel safe.

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