I am toasty

It is winter. I am cold.
But the humans have some wonderful devices to keep me toasty.

They have a tall, black toasty machine.

And they have a wide, white toasty machine.
I like it best when I have both.
I am a toasty pooka.

I am bad

Yesterday, I got in big trouble. I was a very naughty pooka. I yowled at the male human all day. The female human was at work, but when she came back for lunch, I yowled at her and dug my claws in her thigh.
She tried to give me a sofa cuddle later, but I was very naughty and gave her a bunny kick. Only, I missed and kicked the dinner plates off the radiator and onto the floor. One broke and made a very loud noise, so I jumped off the female human and scratched her shoulder in the process.
Then the humans ate their dinner and ignored me, so I dug my claws into the male human's thigh because he wouldn't get my stool for me. I like to sit with the humans while they eat dinner.
The humans were very cross at me.

I am owlish

Sometimes I like to dazzle the humans with my feats of acrobatic brilliance. I just jump onto the back of the sofa, but from the way they react, one would think I were a member of Cirque du Soleil.
When I sit on the back of the sofa, the female human says I look like Totoro. Totoro is a magical Japanese character. He is big and looks like a cat/owl. He sleeps a lot.
I don't like to stay on the sofa long. It's not very comfortable and there is nowhere to put flakies.

I am six

It's my birthday today. I am six.
The humans don't know when my birthday is, so they decided it was today.

They brought home a bag of presents for me.

There were whirly turtles and new nip for my nip fishy.

I am pleased with their offerings.

The nip is nommy.

I am a very happy birthday pooka.

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.

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.

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.