I am airborne

It was the female human's birthday last week. She got balloons. I didn't get balloons for my birthday. I like balloons. I made a plan. I was going to use the balloons to float up to the sideboard so I could get my flakies and bickies. But it turned out that two balloons are not enough to lift even the slim pooka.
Later the female human tied one of my mousies to the balloons, so he floated across the living room. I wasn't very pleased about that. My mousie was too high. The female had to float the balloons over the sofa so that I could reach him.

I am topical.

Not like skin cream. I am up to date with current affairs and world news. There are lots of bad bankers being paid lots of money for doing not much or doing things wrong. If I were a banker I would stockpile flakies and tuna. There's always a demand for them, in this house at least.
The female human has a good chair. It's her computer chair. I like the computer chair because it's tall and squishy. I can jump onto the desk from this chair. It's especially good after the female human has been sitting in it because it's all warm and cosy. I wait until she goes to the bathroom or to get wine and then I steal her chair. She says I'm a naughty tiger.
The female human hasn't weighed me for a while. Maybe she's forgotten about my diet... She said next time she's going to put a photo update of my slimness. I don't know why she bothers. I've always been a handsome pooka.

I am invisible

Not really. The female human came home the other day and found a pooka-shaped hole in the bed. I was cold, so I moved the duvet out of the way and made myself a nice little nest to keep toasty in. I even pulled out a bit of the female human's pyjamas because they smell like the female human. She thought it was very funny.
In other news, the female human and I have moved into a new flat and it doesn't have interwebs until February 21st, so I can't update my blog so well at the moment. Normal service will resume soon.