Monday, June 06, 2005

On vacation.

Sorry there folks, I've been on vacation. A special cat vacation. Mostly I've been sleeping and eating and staring out the window. And peeing on the carpet and hacking up hairballs. Okay, so it's not really a vacation, but I'd better not get any guff about it. I've been busy monitoring -- taking care of things if you will.

Lucy is getting so big and I'm not sure what to think about this. She seems to be able to move more easily and, although this does concern me, it's not as much of an issue as the screaming. Something about me makes her shriek. She is, most certainly, excited about me coming into view, but, Dear Lord of All Cats, it is loud. Even in the basement, where I hide in my catbox spewing my litter out in anger, I can hear it. Anyway, I get her back by meowing and pawing at her door and waking her up and then HAH! everyone is awake. And I'm hungry, I don't care that it's 3:30 a.m.

So, what else? Oh, the flinging of food from the highchair. If you happen to visit, just stay clear. Usually there's enough warning, like the aforementioned screaming, and maybe some grunting too. And crying. But, overall, Lucy is great. I love to sit in the doorway and watch her play with her basketball. And sometimes I tell her stories and she laughs at me. She has learned to touch me gently and my owners are good about making sure she's nice to me, which I appreciate.

Wow, this has really worn me out. I think I need a drink. There will be more updates soon, and pictures. I know Sara has taken so many damn pictures of me (with the flash, what the hell was she thinking?) there should be a shot of me up soon.

Love, Myra