I’m back. Yes, it is I, the one and only, Katarina.
Am I not lovely?
Of course, I chase my tail and go bonkers over a certain odoriferous patch on the floor from time to time. Lemony finds it amusing to photograph me when I make such wonderful displays. These behaviors are completely fine and dignified because I say they are. Do you understand?
But enough about me. I’d like to thank Billy Bob for standing in last week, while I recovered from my dental work. I’m feeling fine now, and am back
in power to myself.
Billy Bob’s a good chap, I have to say, despite my usual loathing for the others in the room. He is fairly tolerable, actually, and takes a nice photo, when you can catch him sitting still, which is almost never:
Autumn seems to be feeling better today. Her appetite has returned and she was up and about for much of the morning. Lemony was especially excited that Autumn used the door flap to come in from the porch. Autumn, who is blind, figured out how to go out to sunporch a couple of weeks ago, but couldn’t figure out how to get back in. Today, she re-entered SP#1 using the door flap. That’s big news and good progress for her. While I don’t pay much attention to Autumn, myself, unless she bumps into me by accident and we give each other a healthy swipe of the paw, I know Lemony has been worried about her, and was relieved to see her feeling better:
Lucky, whom I avoid like the plague (basically like all of
my subjects the other cats in the room) and who competes with me for Lemony’s attention, sucking up to her with that ridiculously loud purr of hers, was also feeling better, after seeming a bit under the weather last week:
Sox, on the other hand, is currently absent from our room. He has been very sick and our good doctor came to take him to her home to keep a closer eye on him. We are keeping close watch over his Mousie, who seems very lonely when Sox is not here:
This frail gray cat, whom Lemony refers to as “precious sweet cakes Dasha,” has never uttered a single meow to me. She is many, many years my senior, and while I do my best to show her my respect, I don’t think she even knows I exist:
How will I truly rule if others don’t acknowledge my sovereignty?