Saturday, January 24, 2009


As I believe I mentioned in an earlier post, I spent most of my formative years with humans that did not subscribe to the foolish notion that cats are best confined indoors and I was able to come and go as a pleased. I had just about given up hope of ever persuading Jennifer of the error of her ways when, just this last week, I discovered that the front door had been left ajar. The weather has been quite lovely here the past few weeks and I pounced on the opportunity to explore our natural surroundings.

I spent several wonderful moments enjoying the feel of sunshine on my whiskers and grass beneath my paws. I almost felt like a kitten again!

And then I spotted Jennifer coming towards me. I tried to lose her by dashing through a bush but to no avail. She captured me and brought me back inside where I have remained despite my repeated (and very vocal, I might add) requests to be let outside. I've concluded that Jason must have taken pity on me in my captivity and provided me with a means of escape. I can only hope that circumstances will permit him to assist me again.

Friday, January 9, 2009

The Ground! It Moved!

Right in the middle of my evening nap we had an earthquake! Mommy says she thought the neighbors were moving furniture until she felt her chair move. It felt like a truck drove by the house and then there was big WHUMP! and it felt like the floor moved up and then down. I was super-scared when it happened but everyone is okay now. Spanky didn't like the ground moving either but he didn't hide under the bed with me. Mommy and the Monster seemed more excited than scared but I stayed under the bed until I was sure the ground had stopped moving. There was an aftershock about an hour later but it was over too fast for me to get under the bed again.

I like being a California kitty when there is Christmas on the beach but I'm not so sure I like it when there are earthquakes. Ground is supposed to stay still! How am I supposed to sleep on it if it moves around?

If you are brave enough to read about earthquakes, click here.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


Welcome Polish readers!

It has recently come to my attention that an acquaintance of Jennifer's (who has commented on this blog previously) used "To Say Nothing of the Cat" as a reference to aid her own felines in a move of some distance. Jennifer tells me that the felines (and their humans) in question live in Poland. I had no idea we had such a far-flung readership! Although this is flattering in itself, I am pleased to hear that our musings about our journey were helpful to others. I can only hope that their humans did not engage in the same deceitfulness that Jennifer did during our journey. Judging from the two Polish felines previous comments, it seems that they have had some experience with "Valium." As their statements were generally positive, I must conclude that their human actually arranged for them to travel via a Valium and did not engage in the misleading tactics employed by Jennifer.

But I digress, I hope that my Polish readers (both feline and human) are settling in their new home and enjoying the sights and sounds of their new city.

Monday, January 5, 2009

First Day of School

So my person started her Winter quarter today and she appears to have reached new depths of dorkiness. She tells me that she's taking a class on cyberculture AND one on speculative fiction (which I think is just an academic way of saying sci-fi). Srsly? She might as well get a shirt that says she's a dork.

I just remembered that she already does have a shirt that says "Geek is Chic." *rolls eyes*

I mean, don't get me wrong, I like her and everything but would it kill her to be, you know, normal once and awhile? She apparently even tells her students that she plays World of Warcraft! According to her, her students love it when she does that. Maybe the problem is that all humans are dorks.

She seems to be excited about her new classes and says that her students are pretty cool, so that's good I guess. She's teaching the same class she taught last quarter which means that she'll have more time to scratch my ears since she has less lesson planning to do. Perhaps I can sleep on her dorky books and she'll be forced to do something cool instead of reading. Like making me tuna. Or cream. Or maybe tuna and cream! Alright, gotta go pester her about that now.