In that time, I have sat under many trees, stared at many butterflies, and licked my paws a number of times.
I have also referred to the Catty Prayer, many times;
Our Siamese who art up trees, Hallowed be thy whiskers, Thy territory come, Thy meows be done, Up Oaks as it is on ground. Give us, this day, our daily tuna, And forgive us scratches, As we forgive those who rub our bellies in the wrong way. And lead us not towards fresh chicken, But deliver us from weird vets. Amen.
Today, I have napped at the end of the bed, in the middle of the bed, on the pillow. Then I napped on a rug, on the floor. I napped on an armchair for a bit, in the middle of it... then I napped at the top of it. After a while, I had to move and nap on a window sill. I got bored of that, so I napped on a mat by the door. I'm now going to nap on a chair.
I hate the wet, clear stuff that my human puts out next to my food.
It doesn't smell of anything, it doesn't taste of anything, and it was cold when I dipped my nose in it. Now that it's quite warm, and I get tired chasing bees, I suddenly really want the wet, clear stuff.
I have meowed at my human about this, but he doesn't seem to understand.
He just put out more catty biscuits.
I shall keep meowing at him.
There is wet, clear stuff in the usual bowl, but there is a small hair in it.
I shall not approach the bowl until this hair is removed, and new, wet, clear stuff is given to me ... but I really want the wet, clear stuff now.