Wild Cat Strut

Meow, y'all! You might have seen some photos of me and heard some stories too but you haven't heard MY real voice as yet. Time to remedy that. No offence to my Female Master who is fairly intuitive and understanding when it comes to cats, but I just wanted to get my paws into this blog business and approach You People directly.

The journey up here to the new home was rather stressful (and didn't I let them know!) but ever since I got out of that vile cage and a noisy car thingy, it's been pure joy. The first time I got to taste the real freedom outside with the huge spaces and exciting smells, I knew this was the life I had been waiting for years. And there's no going back.

In the beginning I used to get scared with the strange noises from the road and the nearby houses but I soon got over that and now I barely notice them, just making sure though of the escape routes, au cas où, like my Female Master keeps saying. And just to be clear; everybody knows that cats have no masters, it's just easier all round to refer to them like that. I have a sneaky feeling the F.M. would refuse to publish a text that refers to her as a Lower Human Servant.

Aaaaanyway, every morning I wait in all readiness the moment when the Masters finally manage to get up and open the door. That done, I vanish like a fart in Sahara and they won't see me until I get hungry or need a toilet. I know, I know, old habits die hard. But maybe I have to learn some new habits because after tasting the sweet freedom, I have already spent couple of nights outside in my excitement and as you can probably guess, one cannot hold one's pipi that long.


A wonderful spot for a indoor siesta when it is a wee bit chilly outside. The F.M. has kindly put my old blanket here so I am very comfortable.

The Male Master who's always complaining after his sore back, neck and what have you, fails constantly to observe my subtle hints of Superior Cat Yoga Positions which I give out freely and generously.  Am I the only one who pays attention to things around this house?

Aren't...

I...

gorgeous!!

Here I am, in all my gorgeousness, keeping an eye on things coming and going past the house. Not much gets past me, not even the little lizards that are everywhere.
I have had a couple of face-offs with the neighbour's cat but as long as she keeps her pink nose out of my territory, we're ok. I'm not even afraid of the neighbour's terriers who apparently are Terrible Killing Machines ( according to the F.M.) and would snatch me in half given the chance.

Already during my second outing ever, I mastered this Only Tree in the Garden, and while the coming - down - bit is indeed a bit tricky, it now serves admirably as an observation mast and a scratching post.

Ahh, siesta among the tall grass, in the fashion of my African cousins.

The supreme feline guardian of the vegetables.