Hang in there, everybody!
Dorkus says he'll be back real soon.
Still no internet access so he's spending a lot of time asleep, dreaming about his blog.
Back soon!
April 28, 2005
April 01, 2005
No internet access.
Diane here! Dorkus has sent me to the library with a message to post on his blogs. Actually, he's quite peeved that he's not allowed in the library. He thinks that 'no animals'is a dumb rule and is offended that he cannot increase his cultural and learned knowledge by sticking his nose in library books. Although, 'no dogs' is probably a good move. Face it, they're not cultured at all.
Here's the message:
WE HAVE NO INTERNET ACCESS
after the move!
Yes, I'm going psycho!
Yes, I miss my readers!
We don't even have a telephone until the telephone company gets its act together and lays the cables.
How primitive is that? A house with no internet. A cat with no blog.
Thank you for reading. And I will return to you as soon as I can. Or send Mum to the library with more messages for my readers. Meantime I'm saving up my stories!
Your furry friend, Dorkus
Here's the message:
WE HAVE NO INTERNET ACCESS
after the move!
Yes, I'm going psycho!
Yes, I miss my readers!
We don't even have a telephone until the telephone company gets its act together and lays the cables.
How primitive is that? A house with no internet. A cat with no blog.
Thank you for reading. And I will return to you as soon as I can. Or send Mum to the library with more messages for my readers. Meantime I'm saving up my stories!
Your furry friend, Dorkus
March 13, 2005
March 12, 2005
Oh no! It's happening again..
I've got a feeling of deja vu. I've seen it so many times. The same odd behaviour of my parents. But I thought I was safe now. After all, it's been 4 and a half years since the last time.
The place is filling up with boxes. They're talking about what they can live without. What to sell. What to get rid of. I've heard my name mentioned a few times. But they can't possibly being discussing getting rid of me. Mum wouldn't do that to me.
Then again, she's been spending a lot of time on ebay. She better not be thinking about putting me up for auction.
There's all this stuff piled up on the driveway this morning and people keep coming and looking. They've already sold my chair and my bed! I'm insulted - despite the fact that I stopped using the bed over a year ago. I'm 10 years old! Surely that's too old to be sleeping in a Winnie the Poo kids lounge.
And I've heard whisper that when we move, I have to be invisible. Pretend I'm not there. Last time they tried that, the neighbour busted me and dobbed me in. He thought he was king of the villa or something. Problem is, I like sitting in windows, and so many house owners are just not cat friendly.
Your pal, about to be in transit, Dorkus
The place is filling up with boxes. They're talking about what they can live without. What to sell. What to get rid of. I've heard my name mentioned a few times. But they can't possibly being discussing getting rid of me. Mum wouldn't do that to me.
Then again, she's been spending a lot of time on ebay. She better not be thinking about putting me up for auction.
There's all this stuff piled up on the driveway this morning and people keep coming and looking. They've already sold my chair and my bed! I'm insulted - despite the fact that I stopped using the bed over a year ago. I'm 10 years old! Surely that's too old to be sleeping in a Winnie the Poo kids lounge.
And I've heard whisper that when we move, I have to be invisible. Pretend I'm not there. Last time they tried that, the neighbour busted me and dobbed me in. He thought he was king of the villa or something. Problem is, I like sitting in windows, and so many house owners are just not cat friendly.
Your pal, about to be in transit, Dorkus
February 17, 2005
It's been a strange week! I've had company most of the week, so I haven't been able to get up to my useful mischief. Not that I'm about to reveal in a public forum, what my usual mischief is.
Mum's been sick. Again! I reckon she might just be sick of work or something. So she's been here, getting underfoot, hogging the computer chair, watching Desperate Housewives (without a cat in sight!) and ignoring my pleas for a lunchtime treat, or an outside expedition.
Still it's nice to have company - I just wish she was a bit more malleable when it came to extra treats. Looks like all the miaows aren't going to sway her, so I might as well have a catnap!
Your friend, Dorkus
Mum's been sick. Again! I reckon she might just be sick of work or something. So she's been here, getting underfoot, hogging the computer chair, watching Desperate Housewives (without a cat in sight!) and ignoring my pleas for a lunchtime treat, or an outside expedition.
Still it's nice to have company - I just wish she was a bit more malleable when it came to extra treats. Looks like all the miaows aren't going to sway her, so I might as well have a catnap!
Your friend, Dorkus
February 13, 2005
February 12, 2005
Endless summer
Phew! It's hot here. And a cat can only lie on the cold tiles so long before he's forced to find a bed of the softer (and unfortunately hotter) variety on the carpet.
If I lie on my back, and hold my feet in the air....aah, that's better.
No, I'm not playing dead. And no, it's not an invitation for you to tickle my belly. I'm just trying to COOL DOWN!
Seriously, if you had a fur coat that you could NEVER take off, you would try anything to keep cool!
But in winter, I had to do the opposite. I swear, the only warm place in the house, was the kitchen sink! (See piccie). Well, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Dorkus.
If I lie on my back, and hold my feet in the air....aah, that's better.
No, I'm not playing dead. And no, it's not an invitation for you to tickle my belly. I'm just trying to COOL DOWN!
Seriously, if you had a fur coat that you could NEVER take off, you would try anything to keep cool!
But in winter, I had to do the opposite. I swear, the only warm place in the house, was the kitchen sink! (See piccie). Well, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Dorkus.
February 09, 2005
Regurgitation
Geez, I can't even be sick nowdays without people passing comment, asking me if I'm alright, and wanting to take me to the vet. He only wants to stick a thermometer up my bum or worse!
If I want to throw up, I'll just throw up alright!
I don't need any lectures about
I'm a cat. Cats throw up! Get over it!
If I want to throw up, I'll just throw up alright!
I don't need any lectures about
- gobbling my food down too fast (that's my prerogative!)
- yelling because my vomit is dangerously near the carpet
- wondering if I'm constipated (I'm throwing up -- you've got the wrong end of the cat!)
- or whispers about me being bulimic!
I'm a cat. Cats throw up! Get over it!
February 07, 2005
Meoww!
Well, all I can say is it's about feline time!
Adelaide. 1998. I was proudly editing the family newsletter, then the rug was pulled out from under my claws... no more newsletter, no more purrfect prose from yours truly.
So here, we are. Coffs Harbour 2005 -- and my mistress Diane has finally vacated the hot seat long enough for me to cata-blog!
I know everything that goes on in this place. They think I'm sleeping but I'm really resting with my eyes closed, keeping my ears open to anything worth listening to.
Of course, 'Dorkus! What have you been up to now?' is never worth acknowledging. So they shouldn't expect me to come running.
So welcome to my Cata-blog! I promise to keep you updated on the ins and outs of beautiful Moonee, and fill you in on how I got from Adelaide to here.
Adelaide. 1998. I was proudly editing the family newsletter, then the rug was pulled out from under my claws... no more newsletter, no more purrfect prose from yours truly.
So here, we are. Coffs Harbour 2005 -- and my mistress Diane has finally vacated the hot seat long enough for me to cata-blog!
I know everything that goes on in this place. They think I'm sleeping but I'm really resting with my eyes closed, keeping my ears open to anything worth listening to.
Of course, 'Dorkus! What have you been up to now?' is never worth acknowledging. So they shouldn't expect me to come running.
So welcome to my Cata-blog! I promise to keep you updated on the ins and outs of beautiful Moonee, and fill you in on how I got from Adelaide to here.
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