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.
I have hidden on a bed.
I'm not sure my human quite understands, but sometimes I just like to stare at things.
Sometimes I like to stare at my human until he notices ... then I look away.
Sometimes I just like to stare at a part of the wall.
Sometimes I like to stare at the floor.
Today, I've stared at my human, a chair, some grass, an ant, a stone, and a plant pot.
It's been a tough day.
I was having a lovely nap on my human's bed. It was nighttime, so he was asleep.
I'd decided to nap on a pile of paper he'd left at the end of the bed, which was kind of him.
I was really relaxed, when suddenly I was clawing at fresh air and falling down. I hit the floor, meowed loudly, then sat up.
The paper I was napping on must've fallen off the bed.
My human said; 'Clive? What's wrong?'
I licked my fur to show that I wasn't bothered at falling off the bed, then went to eat some chicken biscuits.
I blame my human.
My human has gone out.
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.
I'm going to have a nap now.
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.
I couldn't decide if I wanted to go outside this morning.
My human opened the door and I looked across my territory.
My tail swished left.
My tail swished right.
My tail swished left.
My tail swished right.
My tail swished left.
My tail swished right.
My tail swished left.
My tail swished right.
My tail swished left.
My tail swished right.
In the end, I decided to nap on the mat next to the door.
I was at the bottom of my territory, having a nap on some soft mud, when my ears suddenly twitched round.
I heard it.
In the distance.
That click.
My human was opening a tin of tuna.
I woke up, stretched, quickly ran across the grass, through the door, then slowed down to walk into the food room and sit next to my human.
His back was to me, so I thought I should let him know of my presence and my need for tuna.
I let out my loudest 'hi' meow, and - strangely - he jumped, dropped a fork, and said; 'Clive! Where did you come from?'
I purred and ate some tuna off the fork he dropped, then waited for some more.
He gave me a little bit more, then ate the rest himself.
I stared at him while he did this. I like tuna.
