April 1, 2007

Poetry in motion






Just a quick photo to show my darling Hunter. He's gotten very ummm, how do you say, big boned? lol. Do not tell him that tummy shouldn't be that round. He's a lover-dover who lets me rub on his soft satiny belly all the time now. I was trying to get a good photo, but he kept moving around and insisting that he had to meow when I tried to get a face only photo. So, here we have him in mid-step. :)

Still super busy, not sure when I'll be able to begin posting daily, but I am going to try to post once a week when I can. :)

Tall Tale, lol

An oldie but goody, enjoy!


Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre > dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmat es and myself are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape... In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released --and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded! The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe....... for now...