Thursday 24th April

Today I learnt a new thing... if I am running very fast I can jump up onto the table. From there I can fly .... yes fly.... to the couch then continue running around the rest of the couches. If the lady is sitting at my computer, I found a way to really really make her squeal, cos Im still little I can do cute things and get away with it. I reach up to her giant size knee, dig my little sharp kitty claws and try and climb up her leg. Thats fun.

I also realised that a kitty's work is never done in this place. First in the morning I have to wake her up so she can get out of my fur ... I mean go to work. Without my tender toothy kisses on her ears, lip, under arm .... she would wake up to this horrible noise that comes from the black buzzy thing beside the bed. Much better for her to wake up way way way before that thing makes its blaring noise.
Next I am the official bed making helper. As she straightens the sheets and blankets and pillows, I help by getting inside and making sure they are all nice and straight.
My mostest important job of all is creative decorator. Today while she was at work, I rearranged most of my kitty litter. I flicked it out all over the floor, and then spread it in a nice layer all over the white mats in the bathroom. For some reason she didnt appreciate my artistic creation. She put it all in a bag, washed down the floor with this icky smelling wet stuff.... all the while muttering something about electric tape, my tail, and the walls. Some people just don't appreciate talent!