Mini here!

I know how much you miss me when I'm off climbing fences, chasing ze leetle birdies, and drooling over those delicious squirrels. That's what cats do, n'est pas? Especially moi. It's springtime and ... well, you know. Some things are private, non? I come and go when I feel like it. But...

I'm so worried, my guardian just said the dreaded word -- "luggage". And there is clean litter in my box and such a huge pile of cat food in my bowl. These are just not good omens, if you know what I mean. I'm trying to think positive, but it is no good.

The word Paris keeps coming up too, after all, it is April. And I have not been informed about anything (as usual). I can feel it in my very whiskers. I'll be left here with ze doors locked and the windows shut tight, for such a long time. Alors!

A cat's memory

It has been so long since my last post, I hope you are still with me. As you may already know, cats have really short memories. Sunning ourselves and napping keep us pretty busy -- so I forget to blog. Alors!

A cat can be really upset one minute, hissing, tail feathers exploding, and then the next minute, she has forgotten all about it. I think that's where the term hissy fit originated, but I digress. After a leetle while, we are once again in love with life, with the sunshine streaming through the window, with the birdies playing in the birdbath outside, and with the purring sound coming from our favorite pal. Life is good once again.

Harboring grudges is so outre, and I mean that in a negative way. Getting even, another horror. Why not just shrug it off, like ze french chats do, and go on loving life. It will soon be dinnertime and then evening, my most relaxing part of the day. But first, I must nap.