Saturday, July 23, 2011

I am fortified

Before the male human went away, he built me a fort. It's the best fort in the world. It has a chop-stick door, a big red rat guard on the roof, and a propagator drawbridge.
When I gets back to England, I want him to build me another fort. But I want a moat next time. And a couple of turrets. And a dragon.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

I am nonchalant

The female human is no fun. She doesn't play with me properly. She tries to entice me with my chopsticks, she shakes my mousies, she twirls my ribbons, nips up my big fishy and my red rat.... But she's just lacking in something.
I miss my male human. He knows how to play properly. He fights! He wrestles! He chases! Now he's not here, I am not getting my daily dose of play. I can't wait to see the male human again and get some proper playing done.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

I am England-bound

That's right. Coming to a tea room, or a pub near you, one monster Hokkaido wild cat.
The humans are going back to England and they love me so much, they're taking me with them. I'm going to Engerlands!!! I am told they have many Marmitey treats there and all kinds of wonderful cheeses. There was also mention of a 'house' with a 'staircase' and 'exercise that fat cat'. I have no idea of whom they are speaking.
The female human mentioned something about an 11-hour flight.... I'm not looking forward to that, but she has promised to take me on the shortest, most direct route possible, with minimum separation time from my lovely mama. I suppose I can cope with that.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I am well-read

The male human likes to reorganise his books. Recently, he decided he had too many books, so he is going to sell them to the secondhand bookshop. Of course, to do this, the male human needed a cardboard box. I love cardboard boxes. They are one of my favourites. I helped the male human organise his books. I am a smart, well-read Pooka.

Friday, July 1, 2011

I am blue

I am sad. My lovely Papa has gone away for a while. I know I complain about the humans, but I love them really. I miss my Papa. He has gone away to talk to other people. I miss fighting with him, I miss biting his hands and arms, I miss all my extra dinners (second breakfast, lunch, second dinner, supper), I miss my snacks, but most of all, I miss my afternoon cuddles on the sofa. I have been such a sad Pooka, I didn't write on my blog for two weeks. Luckily, my lovely Mama is here to give me extra cuddles (although she draws the line at extra meals).