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…

Happiness

He fed me and told me to come and lose all my hair on his knees.



I am a happy cat.

Past-times

They came in the afternoon, and gave me plenty of food. Apparently Ivan told Them I was getting fat in Their presence, but I am willing to go borderline-obese on that yummy cat food They gave me.



She was very nice to me, even though She sneezes a lot when She comes (She's allergic to my hair, remember?).





He had some work to do but one of my favourite past times is to bother Him when he needs to sort out His paragraphs.



I spent the rest of the day showing Them my belly. They took a few DVDs, mostly French movies from Louis Malle, and promised to come back soon.

The cat-sitting chronicles can continue.

(Did you notice? My belly is so white, it saturates in the late daylight.)