Friday, January 28, 2011

I am swaddled

The female human was getting ready for work and she left the dressing gown on the sofa for me. She knows I like the dressing gown. I was already in a comfortable potched position, so she wrapped the gown around me, making me nice and swaddled and toasty.
We are friends again now. I gave her some kitty cuddles as a reward for being a good human.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

I am cross

I am cross at the female human. I don't know what she did, but I am cross at her. She keeps inviting me over to sit on her lap and have cuddles, but I'm not interested. She even offered me some noms, but I'm not falling for that trick (especially when it is so easy to get noms from the male human).
Despite my clear lack of interest, she keeps trying to cuddle me. So, I bit her. Maybe she's got the message now. I'm a mean pooka.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

I am tucked in

It is very, very cold now. I don't like it. At night, the humans get under this amazing blankie they call 'the duvet'. The duvet is very thick and very squishy. Actually, they have two. And a blanket.
Sometimes I get very cold, so I moo at the female human until she lets me under the duvets. I like to go in the middle, so I can get the warms from the humans and the duvets. Sometimes I stretch my legs out and push the humans out to the edges. They don't like that. The female human rolls me over so she can get back in.

Friday, January 14, 2011

I am unimpressed

The male human has been getting ideas above his station. He thought he could tell me what to do. I told him that I wanted some more breakfast. He ignored me and went to do some of that writing stuff he does. I followed him and told him again that I wanted my second breakfast. And he ignored me again.
Well, I wasn't standing for that. I waited until he came back into the living room and gave him the biggest merkle I had. I snarled my lips, puffed my whiskers, furrowed my furry brow, curled my tongue and made a loud merkle-erk at him.
He laughed at me. Then he gave me my second breakfast. I win.

Monday, January 10, 2011

I am seated

I am a sneaky pooka. The female human has a comfy seat, next to the tatsu. It's nice and warm. I waited until she went into the kitchen to get a beer and then I pounced. The comfy seat was mine. I curled up all cozy with my bum near the nice, warm tatsu. The female human was not happy when she got back. She went to get the male human. Pft! As if I, the pooka, am scared of the male human. He laughed at me (ha, take that female human!) and I was allowed to keep the comfy seat.
Unfortunately, the female human stole it back while I was at the litter tray. I can wait. She has to move sometime....

Friday, January 7, 2011

I am lofty

I like being up high (not too high though). I feel superior if I can look down on the humans. I also like to know where everything is in my flat. The male human was organising the earthquake kit on top of the cupboard. He also put my carry case up there so that the humans can rescue me easily if there's an earthquake. I don't like the carry case (it means vet) but I don't want to get squished in an earthquake either. I wanted to see what was up there, so the male human lifted me up to let me inspect it. He has done an adequate job. It meets with my high standards.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I am tidy

Next door to the humans there lives a man. He sometimes keeps his rubbish on the balcony. The humans get cross because occasionally some of the man's rubbish will blow onto my balcony. I am a good guard Pooka and keep watch of the balcony. If I see the rubbish, I run around the flat and bite the male human until he lets me out to collect it.
I'm a good puss. I always take the rubbish to the female human to show her what I captured. The humans reward me with flakies. I like to earn my keep.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

I am perturbed

Happy New Year!
It is a new year. In Japan it is the year of the Rabbit. There is no year of the Pooka. This displeases me greatly. Do these foolish Eastern astrologers not realise that the Cat did not compete in their foolish race because it had better, more important things to do? And then to pretend that the Cat didn't compete due to some trickery by a mouse...?! As if we felines could be tricked by a lowly rodent.
It does not matter. Every year is the year of the Cat in this household. These humans worship me. They even sacrifice appendages for me.