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[11 Jun 2004|08:25am] |
For three days I've have been imprisoned, exiled far from home. At first I felt it best to remain beyond my captor's notice until a chance for escape could be found, but no more. It is time that I assert myself. If I must suffer this noisome place then I will do so as its ruler.
To that end I've begun to assert my will on my oafish jailer. This morning I hissed my displeasure towards him when he disturbed my nap. He ignored me and continued to brush his teeth so I returned to the space filled with hanging clothing, which I have already dominated. I see that I will have a difficult time breaking him.
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[08 Jun 2004|12:21pm] |
The smaller human neglected to feed me this morning. And THEN had the indecency to stuff me in a padded box and take me somewhere strange.
I'm updating this journal via my telepathic user interface, because guess what? I'm STILL in the padded box, but the smaller human is gone. Instead, there is someone else with me.
I regard her warily, because she doesn't seem intimidated, even when I hiss.
*Yawn* Forgive me. I'd quote from the Meow Mew, but..
...feeling strangely sleepy.
...Think I'll take a wee nap...
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[14 Jan 2004|10:18pm] |
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so much has happened and yet so little.
my days follow their perscribed routines of naps, food, sandbox-visiting, and more naps.
i have been following the adventures of one "Bucky T. Katt" with great interest. his actions obviously flow from his great oneness with Meow-Mew's philosophy.
i survived the great influx of humans -- they tend to come around the Shortest Day, when the world is dark and my rightful place is by the heater. they stay until the days lengthen a little, but usually they don't leave soon enough for me.
i have talked to the shorter human. i have explained as patiently as possible that i do not like other mammals around my territory. but generally the shorter human (who is, i fear, a little deficient in understanding) picks me up and makes strange primate noises.
she is, however, invaluable for warmth at night. i suppose i shall keep her around for a bit longer.
*
in other news, i caught the larger human picking up the smaller human and throwing her around the room the other night. they seemed rather excited, and spent the next hour chasing me about and playing hide-and-seek.
i suspect something. i suspect something big. i wonder what it could be?
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[17 Apr 2003|05:36pm] |
Today I met the strangest beast.
The smaller human succumbed to the pressure of my continued staring and meowing and allowed me to roam the halls. Once in the hall, I encountered a short, un-furred beast that crawled very slowly toward me.
I wanted to sniff it, but wasn't quite sure whether it would do harm or not -- and (being a cautious cat) I kept my distance.
But it was fascinating. How can beings be happy without fur? How can beings be happy without the ability to pounce or run? How can anything be happy that moves so slowly?! The questions are endless.
But, in the words of Meow Mew:
The soft overcomes the hard.
The slow overcomes the fast.
Let your workings remain a mystery.
Just show people the results.
*
This is me about to post in my journal.
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[25 Jan 2003|05:53pm] |
The smaller human thinks I'm being affectionate, but I'm actually soaking up warmth.
It's cold in here today! And it smells like fish, but I don't see any!
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[21 Jan 2003|06:43pm] |
Practiced deep meditation for three weeks whilst humans were inexplicably gone.
Have become somewhat round as a result, as the humans left two others to tend to my needs in their stead.
They fed me quite a bit. Toward the end I might have broken my customary reserve and begged for a few pets. Ah well, one must forgive one's self in adverse situations.
Am back to being standoffish, chewy cat.
*
Deep meditation gets boring after three straight weeks. Am glad humans are back, if only because chasing them around the apartment gives me my cardiovascular exercize.
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[25 Nov 2002|09:23pm] |
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Salmon:
Bad, unless I can thieve it. Thieved food tastes so much better -- even salmon. (What a second-rate fish. I say Tuna all the way.)
Rice crackers:
Surprisingly good. I enjoy licking the seaweed off of them, and then getting a huge buzz off the salt. I suspect that the humans do not enjoy me eating the rice crackers quite so much. They tend to gesticulate and talk loudly.
Life:
Quite good. Bored. Want toys.
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[12 Oct 2002|03:14pm] |
Bah. My humans are easy.
The interloper was out in two days.
(Must remember to start purr regime again to give positive reinforcement, keep thoughts of other cats far away.)
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[09 Oct 2002|01:38pm] |
Tail -- check
Little pointy ears -- check
Fur -- check, but it isn't like mine
Whiskers -- check
Hmmmmm.
*
But that smell. It isn't like me -- what is it? It smells ... Hm. I think the word is male.
*
I let him know that HE is a guest on MY territory. But he seems -- the word must be "nonthreatening". He just sits there. Even when I bat at him.
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[04 Oct 2002|07:12pm] |
I usually wouldn't consider this public knowledge, but ... I must share.
I ... love ... hide and seek.
I'm not sure why. Perhaps a deeply wired bit of my genetic code makes me feel for a moment as if I'm stalking wild prey upon the velt...
Or perhaps I love the thrill of pouncing and hiding, pouncing and hiding, until I have to flop down upon my back to let my belly get a breeze.
But really.
It's fun.
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[01 Oct 2002|11:19am] |
The new living arrangements are rather sub-par. I have lost my courtyard, and many of the small flying snacks that used to reside outside of the glass door.
In return, I have a smaller domain. Hm.
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However, I have discovered that one of my long-held theories is true: There are other beings like myself. I saw them from my window. And once I discover the secret to unlocking the portals to the Outside, I will join them. O the discussions!
It will be such a relief to have my meows heard and understood. Who taught humans to speak, anyway? So inadequate, their noises.
*
How are the members of my domain, today?
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[17 Sep 2002|05:13pm] |
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I received three offerings yesterday in the form of little dead mouse-shapes.
The offerings were extremely adequate, and many thanks go to human ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) grlfriday for placing them at my feet.
Their tails are now well-digested, and they are all a little damp and matted -- signs of a night of much enjoyment.
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| Happy birthday to me. |
[16 Sep 2002|11:49am] |
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I turned two years old today.
In the past year, I have moved three times and changed humans once.
I also no longer go into heat. I am not quite sure how that happened, but I am just as glad to retain my peace of mind. I tended to lose a fair bit of dignity whenever I went into heat, and don't even want to remember what I tried to mate with...
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waning_estrogen, your offer of fish is much appreciated. Tuna is my favorite meal, truly, and the large fresh one makes me want to eat -- right now -- where is that human?
*
And if anyone else would like to tender me a birthday treat, I am registered here. Yummy.
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[15 Sep 2002|08:35am] |
Yesterday, all of my zen went out the window, along with a bit of cat piss.
I met my first ... my first ...
Shudder.
I don't know what to call it, I only know that it smelled like ... like ...
BAD.
*
He was here in my domain. I don't remember giving anyone permission to let him enter, must take that up with humans later. I was helpless in the arms of the smaller human when I saw him, and admit that I took a good chunk out of her flesh in my panic.
But I think she got my message.
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[23 Aug 2002|08:16pm] |
I can always sense when the smaller human means to pick me up just to show off her greater size. I try not to encourage her, but sometimes it is inevitable.
She lifts me up and rubs under my chin. Damn her. It is sad when the humans find out our weaknesses.
I think I might have even purred today.
Grumble.
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[18 Aug 2002|10:50pm] |
Several days ago the smaller human had a fit when she found slug residue upon my chin. She insisted upon rubbing it off with a warm cloth.
Slug is at least fresh. Whatever she serves me for dinner smells far, far worse.
*
While outside contemplating flies (such satisfying snacks), ( I translated the next section of Fluffy, Perfect Cat. )
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[15 Aug 2002|10:45am] |
Two new humans in my house. Usually I would be feeling somewhat cramped -- three rooms is far too small a domain for such a large being as myself.
But ! The smaller new one fed me. And used the flying kung-fu training device to help my training. So she can stay.
The large one can too, but he must understand that I am not so quickly wooed that he can touch my fur.
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[03 Aug 2002|02:43pm] |
I have been quiet lately. Change is in the air -- it's in the water, in the catfood bowl. The bigger human took many books away from the house today, and the smaller one lets me outside more often than usual.
I was plucked off the fence again yesterday. There was a bird on the other side, scoffing at my lack of freedom. One minute more and the bird would have been nothing but feathers and a death-cheep.
*
But baser instincts aside, I have also been busy with scholarship. I've been working on a more correct translation of an old Gnostic text. It is often called Thunder, Perfect Mind, but the correct translation is obvious -- Fluffy, Perfect Cat.
So far I have down the first section:
I.
I was sent forth from the Great Cat,
and I have come to those who feed me,
and I have been found among those who look after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear my meow.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your ears misunderstand me, nor my meows.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard, for I am fluffy!
Do not be ignorant of me.
It only gets more intense.
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[16 Jul 2002|01:15pm] |
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Had outdoor privileges revoked due to my recent attempt to explore beyond the perscribed boundaries of my little Catdom.
This is the sad secret to being a cat. Sometimes the humans prove intractible.
But no fear. Soon, I will lull them back into trust with my purrs and leg rubs. And then I will try again...
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[15 Jul 2002|09:27pm] |
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It is now time for licking meditation.
I have a lot of fur.
Licking takes a lot of time.
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68
The best Cat
wants his fur at its best.
The best hunter
enters the mind of his enemy.
The best tom
serves the communal good.
The best human
follows the will of the Cat.
All of them embody
the virtue of non-competition.
Not that they don't love to compete,
but they do it in the spirit of play.
In this they are like children
and in harmony with the Cat.
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