CatLog: Entry #1

The humanoid on wheels persists with shouts of "Tyrion!"I have yet to figure out the meaning of this; and also, the word "no". I am quite comfortable In this place, and whether the humanoid likes it or not, everything here is mine. I have quickly learned how to reach high places, that is the only way I get attention and called a "good kitty". The humanoid believes that I should be satisfied with "kitten kibble", but all the food is also mine. To the humanoid's great annoyance, I have learned how to get up on the table where the food is, and make that a common resting place. There is this thing known as a straw, and it is apparently used to suck up liquid substances; however, I believe that makes a rather better chew toy.

My new companion does not like the fact that my favourite hobby includes nighttime wrestling, it is evident that I must continue working on bending her to my will. Earlier today, I had thought that I was succeeding. She returned from the unknown with a contraption with fur on it that is not mine. It is referred to as the "feather stick", and when it is waived around I am helpless to its powers. I was in the midst of contemplating whether this thing may be a mind control device, when I found a place I thought I could take refuge… I was wrong! It took shape in the form of a cloth hut. When I entered, I thought I was safe from the humanoid's eyes, however the humanoid was able to lift up a piece of the cloth and still see me. The humanoid found a game in constantly lifting up and letting go of the cloth, even when I use my innocent eye tactics. Am I safe anywhere? That remains to be seen

Note: I have tried singing the song of my people to the humanoid, she tries to sing along, and sounds horrible while doing it…

SOS

Meet Tyrion!

I would like to introduce to everybody my new buddy Tyrion! I got him as a gift, and he is already a very welcome addition to my home! According to my cousin, who came to visit yesterday, he is smarter than the average cat. He can already achieve things that my cousin's cats were not doing until they were three months old. For example, he can already jump up on my lap to get attention and affection; which is a good thing because it's not like I can pick him up myself! His favourite pastimes include napping, chasing round objects, eating straws, and keeping me up for hours wrestling. I'm not going to lie, it's nice to have somebody around all the time again, I look forward to having the company during the epic battle that is the afterschool job search! I apologize in advance, because there will probably be several blogs dedicated to his cuteness, but I couldn't be happier!

Karli