In honor of Halloween's past I'd like to share a few of my alter-egos:


Your new Kingdom looks friggin kick ass! All those places to hide, all those stairs to scurry up and about! I bet you even have your own proper spacious lou!

Man, I fell off the face of the planet for a while!

We had no internet connection for about a month, and it all started when the cardboard boxes started rolling in...

I've been around the block enough (well, having lived in 7 homes, 3 different states, and 2 countries now) to know what happens when the Mom starts packing down boxes.


And usually when the suitcases come out for air, that means that Mom and/or Dad disappear and we get fed more than normal.

But being genetically wired the way we are, jumping and nesting like fat roosting hens in suitcases is quite simply irresistible. It's partly a plead to persuade the parents with our cuteness to pack us along to the invisible land beyond the front door, and it's partly a contemplative notion of how well they would make litter boxes.



But then it started getting kinda noisy around the house and the parents were getting stressed out. One Saturday, Mom disappeared and some strange men showed up and Dad helped them take all our stuff! Mavie and I hid in a corner in the bedroom trembling until the din finally died down.

When Mom finally showed up, they stuck us into our carriers which freaked us out even more because we thought we were going to be quarantined again! I cried and cried and cried, but then I realized Mom was driving us a plasticky-smelling car. I've never seen Mom drive before, come to think of it... maybe that's why she was all stressed out.

When we finally got out (it felt like eternity! Probably also because Mom kept getting lost...) Dad rushed us upstairs into this carpeted room that had all our stuff in it, and we didn't dare to leave it for days.


When we finally got the nerve to explore the rest of the place, it seems like we moved into a giant white box! It was so bright I hated it, and kept running upstairs where it was all carpeted and warm and would spend my days hiding under the bedsheets.

And sleeping.

It's so quiet here every little bump would make me jump, and our ears just weren't used to not hearing all the traffic and strangers yelling on the street...


And so here we are, out in the suburbs of Melbourne, or as Mom says "out in the sticks", which I don't get coz there aren't any sticks here. Maybe just those two holding up the baby tree out front...
But I love it!

-R

Yes, life has been pretty eventful lately. (Can you sense my sarcasm?) This has pretty much been the highlight for the past couple weeks. The roommate has been around a little bit more lately, then she'd leave for a good 3-4 days straight.

Which I really don't mind, gives me time to work on my memoirs, that performance art piece and of course blog right?

I hope life has been more exciting on your side of the globe. Please, indulge a pussy in some adventurous stories so I can live vicariously through you.

PS: Licks to Mav from LA...hopefully he's healing nicely :)

Ironically, after that blogging about how annoying Mavie is, his eye infection came back much worse than earlier this year.



It got all red and swollen like before, but the tears just kept streaming down his face and he was so miserable. Mom and Dad called him Not-So-Little-One-Eyed-Cat and took him to the eye specialist again (2 vet visits and 3 trips to the eye specialist this year).

Mom thinks he caught it initially when we were quarantined, god that sucked! Stuck for a month in jail with other freaked-out and stressed-sick cats...

We hope it'll go away for good this time, but I'll sneak in some extra special love licks to make him all better soon. They think it's antibiotics, but really.



It's special licks.

-R

Okay, let me just apologize for how long it's really taking me to post...

I'm not as internet savvy as I thought I was. It seriously took me way too long to figure out how to friggin log into my account, not even mention make a god damn blog posting. Jesus christos!

OMG!!! Yes you do have yourself a little spotlitght whore don't you? I seriously don't know how you handle it...you must be made with a higher tolerance than I sweet kitty.

I leave you with a little video of me just chillin and being the beautiful feline I am. Then my precousious roommate coming in to see how playful I may still be.

And then, CLICK CLICK, and he's like, "Oh? Mom's got the camera out..."
And Mav being the limelight hog that he is, actually STOPS mutilating the Crazy Killer Sock (no self-respecting feline would do that) to pose. He literally STOPPED TO POSE.


Pffttt!
-R

This is why my roommate should never leave anything edible unsupervised on the coffee table. Yes, even red velvet cupcakes are not safe within my reach...mwah ha ha!

And in fact I believe it gave me a bit of the runs...so even more fun for my human to take care of!

Damn girl, you got your human trained right! How do you do it? She fails at her attempts to discipline you and throws you rings? I can barely get mine to feed me the 5 times a day in which I deserve to be fed.

Although now I have a feeling that she may be around more often, which will be good because not only can she serve my beacon call but she can maybe start cleaning up the joint. Yes, I do take responsibility for some of the mess and most of the smell, but she's the one with the opposable thumbs.

Maybe once she's used those thumbs/hands for a reason other than pleasuring herself, then I can show you where I like to hide when the world gets to be a bit much for me. You've got some primo spots may I say! Really could not tell where on earth you could possibly be! Tell me though, have you ever experienced any accidental squishing in your disappearing act? Like a tired mom or dad plopping on the bed? That would be my concern, and prolly why I choose not to hide in places where humans can easily get on top of.

In Constant Fear of the Squish,
Mits