Hello again blog world. I'm baaaa-aaaaack.
The Woman said I could post again, because mostly I just kept sitting on the mouse and keyboard until I ran her off. She's on the computer too much anyway - the big nerd.
I can see the draw of blogging though. It's really addictive. All those people reading what I write. It's a power trip.
I've been really confusing The Woman lately. Usually, I'm quite standoffish. I like to be in the same room as people, but I don't want them all up in my business. Two seconds of petting and THAT's IT! However, lately, I've been feeling really cuddly. Even rubbing up on guests that I usually run away from. The Woman says I've been stuck to her like glue since she got back from Las Vegas. She's always wanted a lap cat, so I thought I'd humor her for a while. Plus, maybe if I make her feel guilty, she won't go away anymore.
I've also developed a bit of a limp. I like to change legs so that The Woman gets all confused. I do this so she won't take me to the vet. She's really starting to get worried about me, though.
I've also spent a lot of time sitting in sunbeams warming my fur, and also watching the blowing leaves out of the window. I like to chirp at them. The Woman will bring one in the house, but they don't move when they're inside, so they hold no interest for me. Though I'll sit on them if you leave them on the floor long enough. I will sit on anything that's left on the floor, to claim it as my own.
The Woman has been under the weather lately. I hate it when she feels bad, because then I feel bad, too. (I especially hate it when she cries, and I'll start wailing along with her). However, because she's tired, she spends a lot more time in a vertical position on the couch and I can cuddle and nap with her. I purr so loud that I can make other close-by objects vibrate. (Think the cup of water in Jurassic Park!)
Well, I'm off to bury myself in the laundry pile on the floor. Peace out!