oh noes, there is another kitty in our house! she keeps walking around poking at OUR stuff!

mommy says we are getting a new sister named keiun on friday. keiun means 'auspicius cloud', like hoshi means star and tsuki means moon. auspishus? or maybe ospfishies. we like fishies.

by the way, what's a friday? is that a day when it is really hot and we all fry? we did not like it when it was super hot a few days ago. daddy did not like it either.

the universe changed again. must be very careful when sniffing around rooms we have never seen before. there might be cat-eating predators hiding behind all those boxes.

daddy had some big strange people come to the house, and they made lots of noise, and when they left, the window at the top of the stairs had changed so it could be opened. he said that eventually he wants to set things up so we can go outside on the deck. yay! there are birdies out there, and they look delicious! he should finish setting things up soooooon!

daddy took me to the scary place and they poked me with pointy bits of metal! mean daddy! and it was even before i'd had any breakfast!

fortunately he did not make me stay there all day like when tsuki went there recently.

daddy says i needed to go because some silly people accidentally poisoned some cat food that is kinda like mine, and the poison could give me renal failure, and last week when i was sick it looked similar to how other cats got sick from the poison. i guess that makes sense. i would want my rens to fail.

anyways, the vet person called and said my rens are just fine. silly worried daddy, making me get poked with sharp things for no reason. now he is saying he needs me to get off the computer so he can look at the pet food express website to look up local, holistic, and organic kinds of pet food. hey! i like my nutro food! stoopid hoomans poison my tasty food so i have to change my diet... change is bad!

according to some hooman sigh-un... sky-en... thinker people, hoomans became smart partly in response to being hunted.

we think he forgot to add "...by giant sabertooth cats."

clever ancestors. hunted hoomans to kill the dumb ones, then turned into us and domesticated the smart hoomans they'd bred.

i am home again. hoshi does not seem to be quite sure yet that i am me, though. she came and sniffed around me after i got home, and now she keeps hissing at me and running away when she sees me. i hope she figures out that i am still me, even if the stoopid humans made me smell funny.

daddy put me in the box and took me to the scary vet place. and then he left me there! all day! and the humans there stuck me with a needle and gave me aneesa--... um, annesseh--... er, anethe--...? sleepy stuff. and when i woke up my gums were owie but my teefs do seem extra-specially clean. the vet people think daddy should use a brush on my teefs daily. hah! last time he tried that, he gave up after less than two weeks. i do not like having things poked around in my mouth.

when i got home, i was still sleepy, so i curled up on the bed and took a nap next to daddy while he read his mail. even though he was mean today, he is still ok, i guess. he did come to bring me home, and help me take off the gummy bandage thing on my forepaw when i woke up and it was annoying and i was having trouble chewing it off. i guess i will not kill him in his sleep.

yet.

daddy took tsuki away in the box. he said it was to have her teefs cleaned, but that is silly, because everyone knows cat mouths are always clean -- that's why we wash with them! stoopid humans. what if the tsuki never comes back? we haven't been apart, ever! what will i do?! *is very upset*

it is very hot, which makes us sad. we breathe fast, and have to go downstairs and sprawl on the cool wood floor. every now and then, daddy drops little blocks of cold into the water bowl. they make little hissing and cracking and popping noises, and they're fun to poke at, until they disappear, and then the water is still nice and cold.

plymouth posts pictures of us, so everyone can see how we are the cutest kitties in the world. *nod*

we sent our daddy a card for answer your cat's question day. he still has not answered all our questions.

hmph.

our daddy says it is time for a new year to start. this was a good year, and we hope next year will be just as good. this year we did not move to a new universe!

our daddy says that in september we turned three. turned three what?

as a present for the holly day of the longest night (yay long nights! more dark time when humans cannot see us!), the nice bluehaired lady gave us fuzzy new beds!

also, while daddy and the bluehaired lady were away, some other lady came and fed us. she smelled nice. we think perhaps she is from a litter related to our daddy's.

today, daddy told us he thinks that we must have special cute-concentrating digestive systems, because we get the little bits of cute out of not-very-cute food, and get rid of even-less-cute stuff. we are not sure we understand, but we think he just means that we are very cute. we're not sure why that would need to be said in such a complexified way, though. everybody knows that.

we have to go check whether our beds are still working now.

our daddy says that since he has some spare moneys, he's going to give some of them to the peninsula catworks, which is where we came from. except, when we were there, it was called palo alto humane society. which is silly, since we are cats, not humanes. now p.a.h.s. is only for dogs (ew!), and p.c.w. is the part of p.a.h.s. that has cats. daddy says he thinks they might have joined up with cat programs in other parts of silicon valley, since palo alto is not very big, and p.a.h.s. was already having cat fairs in menlo park, and housing most of its cats in mountain view.

daddy says when he got us, he did not have to give the p.a.h.s. any moneys, because he was a volunteer, and he didn't have a whole lot of moneys at the time anyways. now that he has a bunch of moneys, he thinks he should give them some. (does anyone know what a money is? is it like a treat? why is daddy giving them to other cats? why don't we get some?)

anyways, the catworks always has kitties who need good homes, or just need foster care for a few weeks to socialize them so other people can adopt them. more humans should be nice to kitties. (they should also be nice to each other... but cats are more important.)

we had no idea that you humans have a whole 'nother category of taste from the ones we know. but we're told that not tasting "sweet" may be why our ancestors became pure carnivores, leading to the creation of the world's most efficient (and prettiest) hunters. also, it's possible that we can taste some things that you can't. weird!

eta: this was a popular topic with listeners -- how could it not be, what with cats being the most important thing in the world, and all? however, we are not sure we approve of the music that followed this segment.

this morning, instead of giving us breakfast, daddy stuffed us in a box and took us somewhere scary where some other human poked and prodded at us, and wiped our teeth and gums with icky tooth-cleanser goo. we finally got to have breakfast when we got home, and some treats. but we are definitely not pleased. we are going to hide under the bed for the rest of the day. ___m^oo^m___

our daddy got us a new toy. it's the wooden mini-desk thing he promised to us a month or so ago. humans can put it over their legs, and put one of those warm blinky boxes on it, while they're sitting in the bed. but he mostly uses it to stick under the covers to make a nest for us. he is a nice daddy.

also, we have decided that plymouth is a good enough human that we can come and sneak under the covers next to her. she lets us curl up with her and pets us. it's good to have a backup human, just in case daddy's busy.

daddy says that today we are two, because it is our birfday. what's a birfday?

anyways, we thought we were already two. we don't really count so well -- we can sometimes manage up to five each, what with the four paws and a tail -- but there definitely seem to be two of us.

anyways, daddy and the snuggly other human have been very nice to us lately. we came and lay on the bed with them last night while they watched the glowy box for a while. that was nice, because it was really cold, and they make much more warmth than we do. cold is bad.

daddy says he's going to try to remember to go out and get a bed-desk like the one we used to have. he says that it's good for sticking a laptop on, in bed, but we know that its real purpose is to make a warm fort under the blankets where we can sleep during winter days while he's at work. warm is good.

first daddy and the other snuggly human disappeared for days and days and days, and the roommate person fed us different food from usual. then after our regular people came back, the girl-person went away again. and then today there was a strange person here making all kinds of loud noises over by where the litterbox usually sits. daddy says that as soon as he gets a latch to lock it with, he'll leave just the new screen door closed so we can have fresh air from the deck during the day, which sounds nice. he also said that there will be more strange humans around at some point to do more stuff involving doors, and that we'll be able to get in and out of the bedroom even when the door is closed. still, we wish he'd keep all those new people out of our house. they're scary.

we have decided that plymouth is okay for snuggling. she is warm and cuddly and pets us and gives us treats. *nod*

lately there's been a human in our bed at night a lot of the time. she has long blue hair, which might be fun to play with. and daddy seems to like her a lot. he lets her snuggle up against him the way we like to when she's not around. also, she gave us food a few times when daddy wasn't around.

one night there was a different human here. unless maybe she was the same human, but smaller, and with red hair instead of blue. you never can tell with those humans. they change their skins almost every day, so maybe they can change their hair and their size too.