Tranquil Cat

Adult male wonders why I haven't written anything recently. Partly, of course, my lack of communication is due to the relative tranquility of my existence. There have been no small cats in the household, and I can easily deal with the neighborhood visitors who come to check the bowl that the lady next door leaves outside. These visiting cats are far too friendly, accepting petting and admiration from almost anyone. They need to learn the value of aloofness.

The only event of note is the fountain that one of the young masters gave to mistress for mother's day. Because the water is constantly moving, it tastes much better than the bowl that is left for me each day. I make sure that none of the neighborhood cats visit the fountain; I want the water to be pristine when I feel the urge to drink. So far, my vigilence has produced the result I desire: no cat fur besides my own appears in the water.