Never

I will never die. Just like Michel.

End

Yes, I did receive your emails. But I cannot blog about me any more. He left me (and Her).

This is my final meow, thank you very much.

Meow.

Jail

Even though I did not do anything wrong.



I had to leave (and hide under) the comfy sofa.



Now, I feel neither disciplined or punished. Travelled, maybe? What a strange impression to experience—from a prison.



The prison walls just started moving!

I am travelling again

This time I was brought to some place I do not know. I think I can see large amounts of nice trees from the window.

She was driving.

Where is He?

I want to purr and jump everywhere again. And fight.

Hey, look, a white couch!

Hmm.

Competition

Gosh–I am not the only pet online, there's also a dog!

The Second Series Ends

Isn't it sad this has to come to an end? Again?

I want to read more from the Companion to Twentieth-Century Medicine!





I am not done with the purring, and I still have plenty hair.



Life is unjust. I have plenty energy left.



And the games we did not play!



I wonder what I might become now.



A lolcat? Not my style.

Bye for now.



Purr.

Gaps, food and transvestites

Did you notice the gap in my week? Nobody came on Friday.

Meow?

I had to attack the rug alone.





I think They are trying to put me on a diet. I cry, and He feeds me more.

Meow!

The sound over at The Lady Boys of Bangkok makes it difficult to either work, sleep or purr.





I stare at them, but they do not stop.

Meow…