My human was in the food room, earlier.
He had some fish next to him. He seemed to be dropping it into something hot, which spat grease everywhere.
I saw that he had lots of that fish. I wanted to make sure he had less work to do, and I was hungry, so I waited till he was turned away from me, then jumped up and grabbed a piece. It was salmon. Yum.
I ran away. I ate my salmon. I was happy.
I like this time of year. All humans seem happier, and I have lots of naps.
I think I'll nap quite a bit over the next few days. I may not type much. Sleep, food, attention - these things are important.
I think I ate my beef in jelly too quickly. My little tummy is a bit bloated and I have catty wind. I can't help it. It smells quite meaty.
My human came over, a little while ago, to pat my head... and I let out a little wind.
He said; 'Eugh! Clive! Stinky cat!' ... then he went away.
I didn't mean to do it. I'm just a bit gassy. Hopefully it'll go away soon.
I woke up from a nap, earlier, and saw my human.
I blinked at him.
He blinked back at me.
I blinked at him.
He blinked back at me.
I blinked at him.
He blinked back at me.
I blinked at him.
He blinked back at me.
I blinked at him.
He blinked back at me.
I blinked at him.
He blinked back at me.
I had another nap.
The sun is out.
A bit of it has reached a wall, indoors.
I sat and stared at this wall for catty hours.
The sun was in two square blocks on this wall. It was golden. There was a little bit of orange.
These two blocks kept moving slightly.
I stared at them.
I stared at them.
I stared at them.
I got bored.
I had a nap.
My human left the door to the food room open. This made me happy.
I waited until he went to another room, then quietly padded into the food room.
My catty nostrils couldn't tell if there was good food on the surfaces, so I decided to jump up and see.
There was very little.... but something in a plastic bag. It smelt like food. I had to see what it was.
I bit the bag a few times and managed to get through the plastic... and it was bread. Not what I wanted.
Then I heard my human coming back. He doesn't like me on the surfaces.
I jumped down, rolled onto my back, showed my tummy, and tucked my front paws in... just as he came into the food room.
He saw me, and I gave a cute, squeaky meow.
He said; 'Clive, what are you doing in here?'... then he rubbed my belly.
I was happy. I blinked.
I don't think he's seen the bitten bread yet...
I was sleeping at the top of my favourite comfy chair. It's very tall, but I like to sleep on the top bit.
I can spread out and see all of my territory.
I had my eyes half open, and my human came towards me.
I needed attention and I sensed that belly rubs may be on their way.
I stretched out my front paws, blinked, let out a squeaky meow, rolled over... and fell off the top of the chair.
I managed to sit up, quickly, and pretend that I needed to lick my shoulder clean... but why did my human not stop me rolling over? It's his fault that I fell off.
I stared at him, walked off, and went to sleep in another room.
My human was gone for what felt like catty years.
I can't say exactly how long he was away, but it went dark, then light, then dark, then light again.
I stared out of the window.
I yawned.
I meowed and meowed for him.
I craved ear scratches and chin tickles.
Oh, the loneliness.
Oh, the lack of attention.
I thought he was gone forever.
He returned, today, and I meowed, and headbutted his hand.
I then demanded food, with my loudest meows possible.
I didn't feel the need to see him after that. I have gone outside to do catty dirt.
