My new cat bed.

Some strange men came in a big truck to deliver my big new bed. I wasn't as scared of them as my Mom thought a cat should be. I am very brave.

After they left, I wasted no time in checking it over. It has these nifty scratching-post-like things in the corners. In the picture I am asserting my territorial rights by getting right in the middle... the bed is MINE.

But I may let my Mom snuggle on there with me, too.

Odes to gravity.

Following in the footsteps jumping on the bandwagon shamelessly copying the recent feline blogging haiku trend, I am pleased to present some of my poetry on my favorite subject, gravity, for your reading pleasure.

half-filled glass beckons
on the edge of the counter.
i make newton proud.

olive oil bottle
suddenly rushes down to
ceramic tile floor.

she buys plastic cups,
vitamin bottles also
make a pleasing crash.

push, shatter, bad cat!
negative attention is
better than boredom.

Maybe there will be more soon, maybe not.

Love, Audrey