August 19, 2005

Oh my poor paws!


You may have heard my blood curdling scream from here to the moon. Mum certainly heard it, but dad - dear old dumb dad - he with the clodhopper feet that had just trodden on me, thought he'd stepped on a mouse!

Hello? You should know the spot in front of the sliding door is just my favourite position in the morning to catch some rays. So why walk through the door carrying a backpack so you can't see what's under your great big elephant hoofers!!! This is my spot, and you don't need to treat me like a doormat.

Mum gave me a kiss and cuddle later and rubbed my poor paws, but now I think I'm going to go off and sleep under the desk - still a little bit of sun there, but at least the great clodhopper won't be able to find me.

BTW, if your'e wondering what that furry thing is to the right of the pic - well, that's Prince the Dead Cat. Dad's idea of a joke I think. Mum bought if years ago for her granddad - because well, he had a sick sort of humour. Liked that kind of thing. I figure, if I ignore it long enough, maybe it will go away.

Party Animals

Now I don't reveal too much about my parties. Swank affairs they are -- with gorgeous felines and fancy tidbits. But I don't want mum to know or she might never leave me in the house alone again -- especially at night.

Last night, I was surfing the net, and I found this bunch of
Party Animals! Sure looks like they're having a great time. I expect my invite will arrive shortly.


August 18, 2005

Looks like I've got a fan...

...or maybe this youngster is starting his own blog.

Dad caught me this morning, in much the same position at the computer. But I can't write when someone's watching me.

So I acted disdainful and curled up
and went to sleep.
(Have I mentioned that he HATES it
when I sit on HIS chair?)

August 14, 2005

Hey look! Someone's written a book about me!

Some chap named Derek Hansen has written a book called Psycho Cat. As many of you know, I've had that nickname for many years. That's probably why mum's friend Leane gave her the book.

Anyway, I've got some reading to do. I'll return at some point with a book review.


I'm a-huntin' meeces

Mum went away for the weekend. She must've been feeling guilty because when she got back she got me a present.

Damn if I can figure out. I catch the mouse, and then it goes spinning around again. I reckon it must be Speedy Gonzales or a close relative. And every time I think I've got the little rascal, I can't pull it out of its plastic house. I'd go stark raving mad if I was stuck in that little plastic house too - no wonder it's running around in circles.

Anyway, you know where to find me now! Trying to solve the problem of getting that mouse out of there! Yes, I have a new addiction. I'll leave mum to her ebay addiction and I'll go meece-hunting.

I know I've just got to be patient. Sooner or later, it's going to have to come out for food.

Your frustrated feline friend, Dorkus.