Catland

So, using basic principles of pychology and daily training, over time a certain little orange woman, with the initial D., has managed to create herself a faithful servant -- me.

It began with simple plucking at the window from time to time. But she's raised the stakes. She's learned that she can get absolutely anything she wants, however trivial, with the simple use of a pitious mewl with a quality which would have set concentration camp prisoners free had they tried it. Now she gleefully exploits her power. Whether she just wants to leave my room, go outside, come inside, examine something she can't reach -- anything -- she cries with her knee-buckling moan, to which every wish is granted.

Now, of course, she's gotten demanding. She bangs on the screen outside at 6am because it's cold out. I let her in. Someone walks by outside who strikes her curiosity, so she mewls to go back outside. She conveniently forgets about the cat door in the back. One time, I saw her about to leap through it, and I stayed to watch the miracle. But she refused -- presumably, knowing that if I saw her it would blow her cover.

I may as well just wear her collar now. "North York" my necklace can say.

In other cat news, Jerry has taken to trying to mend our social rift. He's been more outgoing of late, and with patience, we've learned how to like one another. He has his positive qualities, he just needs to be given a chance. He's slow to warm. Sometimes he'll even jump up and lie on my body, which is unfortunate, since a new rib cracks each time.

Moppins has been seen around here from time to time, as well. She's still quite afraid of virtually anything that moves, but has given me some more leeway, and will sometimes sleep near my bed, although not on it.

Sable is friendly, but she and I have had logistics problems. She enjoys standing on me and quite enjoys being scratched. Problem is, she enjoys it so much that she thrusts her claws out in excitement, and on more than one occassion has been known to be positioned unfortunately. So I try to avoid letting her on me.

And that's all the news that's cat, today, November something or other-ith. Have a happy day.

Aaron Weiss


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