It rained! it Rained! two days in a row.

My human has gone back to school again. Her mind is elsewhere ... far away. I can't even get her to chase after me anymore.

A couple of times I will study with her. I discovered I like the smell of Sharpie high-lighters.

Phew! it's hot! Really hot! We cats haven't seen rain since July 29th. We've seen 110 to 112 degree very hot temperatures for weeks now. No cats would dare venture outdoors -- except for that one dummy in a tuxedo, who insists on coming over for a visit.

My human tells me she stopped by this evening. Can't help but feel sorry for her. She lost her collar. She's a tuxedo cat with white boots. We don't know for certain where her humans are. She shouldn't be wondering around in this heat.

I am so glad most of our humans have common sense to keep us indoor where it's cool and safe.

I luv my human.

She feeds me tuna twice a day.

(Revised today by me)


My source tells me that members of the kitty council felt an issue of great importance required yet another council meeting yesterday. In recent weeks, the council received several grievances by flustered kitties trying to make their way about the neighborhood while avoiding becoming what humans call "road kill" for local buzzards to dine on.


After receiving word, I must agree that we must decisively and unanimously push for the ever "not so heard of" Cat Xing referendum we cats proposed many times before but had not been enforceable. And why has that been the case? It's because none of us kitties have been able to comunicate with much success, our suggestion to our humans.

Oh we do try.

Jezebel can attest to that. Jezzie tells me a yellow car almost ran over her the other night when she crossed the street to go home. "Thanks to my 9 (minus one) lives, the yellow car was driving very slow and stopped just in time to let me cross...Oh my gosh, I thought I was a gonner!"

Poor Jezzie. She was so sad and broken-hearted.

The cows get Xing signs. The kangaroos get Xings signs. Why couldn't we?


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On a brighter note: Kudos to one very special human in Siberia!

Word has it, a very nice Russian lady has taken in 130 of us brothers and sisters to care for us, feed us, and keep us happy and out of -40 degree Celcius weather duringthe cold Siberian winters. Which by the way, ... that's also -40 degree Fahrenheit.

She will receive her medal of valor one day!

Yes seriously! The Russian lady could end up losing custody of all her cats. Neighbors have complained because of the "noise". As you can see in the photo above, the living space is clean, cats are clean and looks well fed. The Russian lady feeds them twice a day (wet and dry) and fills a large plastic tub of water for the cats to drink as well. And the cats sit around which as some suggests, seem odd. In retrospect, if you were a cat, abandoned into the cold Siberian winter, wouldn't you prefer to sit and enjoy the good graces of a generous human?

If you can help her keep and care for her cats, .... we (cats and cat lovers alike are forever greatful).

I've never braved the great outdoors in my life. It scares me to think that there's a whole different world out there beyond that big white door, where I sit and wait for my human to walk through.

I overheard my human's phone conversation the other day. She was talking to someone about a "giant owl with a wing span of about 6 feet wide". I mewed at her to get her attention. I want to know more about this "giant owl". According to the humans, this giant owl lives in our neighborhood. My poodle friend (uhhuum "ex-friend" - that's another story altogether) once told me about her close encounter with a hawk as a puppy. According to the poodle, the hawk circled above her, getting closer and closer. My human saw what had happened and scooped up the poodle puppy and went inside. The hawk also flew away - empty handed.

My human tells me that she came upon three giant vultures several weeks ago. These scavenging fellas were circling around a squirly road kill but waited until the humans left the scene. She says the buzzards built a nest high up in the trees and that giant bird sightings aren't unique for the neighborhood.

My human is also concerned about the possibility of us cats and small dogs becoming bird food. She also told me about the giant woodpecker too.

I don't ever want to go outside!