The creature learns about life

Last evening the creature foolishly ventured out. Being a cat of very little brain, she must have determined that since the snow was gone, she would be unharmed -- all the small one thinks about is her creature comforts.

Interestingly, Foxy, the cat next door who looks remarkably like myself, although less stout, was sitting outside, enjoying the breeze. He was most interested in Bobo, having seen her only a few times last summer, when she was only a child. Now, of course, she is a full-grown beast.

The encounter was wonderful, Foxy hissed loudly and stalked up to Bobo, walking sideways. Bobo hissed loudly and uttered the warning cry of the cat and then rapidly retreated to huddle agaist the back door, hissing and crying all the while.

Foxy, having accomplished his goal of setting the neighborhood cats to running away, rolled on the driveway, displaying his nice white belly (although not as nice as mine). Bobo cowered in great distress until mistress took pity on her and opened the door.

A most satisfying outing.

I am Expelled from the House

Mistress has once again revealed her lack of consistency. Just when I believed that she would acceed to my every whim, she threw me out the door. And this time she did not listen to my cries from the doorstep. It was insulting to a cat of my sensitivity and loyalty.

It was a sunny day, although chilly. Some of the ice had begun to melt, and there were two very strange, large bird-like creatures lurking.Because they were bigger even than I, I watched them carefully from a distance. They pecked at the ground and the seeds that the neighbor leaves, constantly moving as they ate. They did not seemed alarmed by my presence or by the appearance of one of the young masters who came outside and drove off in an automobile.

I believe they are called turkeys.

I Find a Warm Place

The humans have attempted to force me outside. This requires them to open both inside and outside doors, lift me (not easily accomplished), and toss me inelegantly out into the snow. They had the temerity to mention the cat next door, Foxy, a low creature but who looks very much like me. This is his only redeeming feature. Apparently Foxy likes to sit on the plowed driveway. The humans seem to believe that because Foxy is stupid enough to enjoy this, I should, too.

They do not appreciate my tender and sensitive feet or my unprotected ears. In any event, on the few occasions when they have succeeded in ejecting me from the house, I have merely remained by the door, crying in my most piteous voice. They relent quickly.

It is cold. The humans have a system for heating the house that they carefully monitor, keeping the temperature barely tolerable, even for a cat with my ample weight and coat. So I searched throughout the house to find a warm spot and was clever enough to locate the best possible place.

Mistress had constructed a bed for me near hers. It lies between a very hot thing -- they call it a radiator -- and a piece of furniture. However, at first the bed smelled like another cat. I suspect that she simply reused the bedding that had once belonged to the inferior felines who lived here before I moved to this place. At first I refused to use the bed. But then mistress placed two lovely wool sweaters on top of the bed. This dimished the smell of the unknown beast to the point where I could rest upon the sweaters. And now my smell -- far superior to that of the previous feline -- dominates the air around my bed. I like to rest here of an afternoon or evening, when the humans are at home and have increased the amount of heat produced by their system, making the radiator by my bed wonderfully warm.