When I lived with my human in a different place, I had other humans I visited. I carefully selected them. They had food and gave me chin tickles, and kept saying 'so cute'. I knew I could go and see them, and they'd let me in if I kept meowing at the door.
When we moved to a new area, I missed those other humans. I knew I'd have to find new humans, to get more foods and attention.
I has now found three new humans I can visit: next door, over the road, and five houses to the left (also over the road).
I thought my human didn't know. Then he came back last week, got out of his vroom, and saw me sitting at the door of the human who's five houses to the left - meowing.
A human came out of the house, and my human said 'is that your cat?' The human said 'no'. My human shouted 'Clive!', and I turned my head and meowed at him. Then I ran towards him, as I knew that him being home meant that I would now get foods and lots of attention.
My human said 'sorry' to the other human, told her my name is Clive, and said that 'he gets fed all the time - don't let him fool you'. The other human smiled, and my human called me a 'naughty cat'.
There has been a warms outside for quite a few days and nights. This means there's more to do and see. There are more of my catty friends roaming around at night. There are catty enemies to defend my territory against. There are more meeces, and other small things, to chase. There are moths and spiders to eat - tasty snacks. It's warm enough to sit on fences and look up at the moon.
I've been seeing my humans less, and I don't curl up on their bed as much at night... but I like the excitement of the night when it's warm.
For the first time in a while, I went outside to seek warms.
I went into my territory, sniffed the bushes, then went into the middle of the grass. I lay down, rolled around a bit, then stayed on my back - with my belly up.
There's a new cat near my territory. It's in the house over the road. It was sitting by their window, while I sat at my window.
I stared at it. It stared at me. I stared at it. It stared at me. I stared at it. It stared at me. I stared at it. It stared at me. I stared at it. It stared at me. It blinked. I blinked.
At night, I like to jump onto the humans' bed, walk up to one of them, sit on their chest, look down at their face, and get lots of attention.
I like to get ear scritches, chin tickles, nose boops, rubs to the side of my head - but the thing I like best is... face smooshes. This is when one of the humans puts their hands either side of my face and rubs my cheeks, smooshes my face, and rubs my ears... all at once. I like this.
I like face smooshes when I want them.
What I don't like is when I'm having a nap and one of the humans comes along and gives me an unexpected face smoosh...or if I meow for food and they bend down and give me a face smoosh. Unexpected face smooshes make me do catty headshakes. Unexpected face smooshes confuse me.