I was watching my human do this thing he does every morning: rubbing stuff all over his teeth.
I sat by him for a bit, staring up at him and swishing my tail.
I
didn't feel I was getting enough attention, and I was interested in the
white stuff that he squeezed from a tube: it looked like food.
I meowed at him, loudly, until I got his attention.
He said 'what do you want, Clive?' so I just stared at him, then he bent down and I went to sniff the things he was holding.
I really wanted to see if the white stuff was food.
He
put a bit on his finger, and held it out. I sniffed it, and it was so
strong that it hurt my little catty nostrils, so I moved back... and he
smudged a bit on my nose.
I couldn't get it off!
It was stuck on my nose!
I tried to run away from the smell, but it was on my face!
Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!
I flapped my paws at my nose, but this just smeared it.
Then my human bent down again, and wiped it off my nose... but I could still smell it. I wandered off, doing catty headshakes.
I like doing this, particularly at this time of year when I can look around and blink at the sun, without getting too hot.
I was nice and relaxed, watching leaves fall down, and looking out for meeces, when ... something fell next to me!
I jumped catty miles into the air and ran towards my human, who was indoors.
I stopped at the door, looked back ... and realised that the thing which made me jump was just some kind of weird fruit that fell from a tree. I saw another one fall.
I went over and sniffed these fruits. They didn't smell of much, but they were spiky on the outside.
It's a dangerous time of year. I'll have to be careful.
It's the season for lots of little legs - lots of crunchy, tasty little legs.
Big spiders seem to be running around. I like to chase them - it's good hunting practice.
I like to paw them. They're quite small, so sometimes I make one or two of their legs falls off. If this happens, I eat the legs - they're very tasty, and crunchy.
Sometimes I accidentally kill the spiders. This makes me sad. Then I remember that I'm hungry, and eat the whole spider. They're small, crunchy, juicy, and yummy.
I think my human finds this weird. He just stares at me when I eat a spider.
The other spiders come inside, too - the flying ones. I like these. I can chase them around, while they fly in the air, then swat them down with my mighty paws. Their legs are a bit thinner, but they also have wings, so they have a good bite to them and are just as tasty as normal spiders.
My human was in the food room this morning. He was eating something (I sniffed it. It wasn't worth eating), reading something, and drinking something.
I was curious as to what was in the cup he was drinking from. It smelt funny. It made my little catty nose wrinkle. I also wanted some attention. I felt my human was reading too much.
I tapped the cup with my paw.
I tapped the cup again.
I tapped it harder. It wobbled.
I tapped it harder... and it fell over.
Hot, brown liquid went everywhere! It went on my catty fur! I meowed and jumped in the air. My human shouted 'Clive!', and I ran away.
I tried to lick the stuff off me, but it tastes weird and made me do a catty headshake.
He left the things he often uses to cover his lower paws - I think he calls them 'shoes'.
They have things attached to them which look like little meeces tails - white meeces tails. I have spent the morning pouncing on them and chewing them. It's been fun.
Sometimes, I like to go outside, sit down, and just look across my territory.
I'm not looking at anything in particular - I'm just watching all of the leaves moving, the grass rustling, any small movements, and any birds that might land... but with no plans to pounce.
I quite like sitting, staring, and twitching my ears.
After that, I usually go inside and ask my human for food.
