Training lesson- landing on all 4 paws.

Dear Diary,

I have been working on how to land on all four paws. Some would think a cat comes preprogrammed to do this. I am saying it takes practice. The other day I was frolic mode and rolling around on my tower. The edge came closer than I thought and off I flew. I landed on my side. Kittens don’t bounce. I think I am being good about quickly righting myself once on the ground and pretty sure I have perfected the “I meant to do that” look. The old lady is very good at helping me practice landing on all fours. I climb on her desk she drops me on the ground. If I am quick to get back to her desk she is so helpful and ups the heigth she drops me and sometimes the distance is included. So I tend to RUN back to her desk over and over because I don’t want to waste her time. She wants to help me in my training. One time she actually had to tell me to take a break, which I was over studying the lesson. I believe she thinks I am too small to continue such a rigorous course. That time I had to practice actually flying and landing on all 4 paws. But it was ok it was onto the couch in the spare room and oops she forgot I can’t open doors and closed it on me again.

I would say at this point I am still learning and at a 50% success rate. But I know due to my persistence and the old ladies help I will be upping that rate with every lesson. 

OH snap!

Dear Diary,
Two days have gone by and I barely realized it! I think I must be going through a growing spurt because <yawn> all I want to do is sleep. I don't even have it in me to practice my skills.
Good news though, my girl came home <3

My first KILL!

Dear Diary,

Day 87 of my life I have made my first kill. I have to admit it was a mishap. But every opportunity to learn is a good one. The details are important to remember as future kill needs will eventually arise. The old ladies scrap room is a resource beyond all other places in this abode. I found this unbelievably amusing round white thing. I brought it out to the living room and as I did it expanded! Before I knew it, it was all over the place and getting wrapped around me. It energized me and all of a sudden my inner ninja was out again with my frenzied frolic. I am now in triple threat mode! Booya! 

 I was leaping and covering it around all sorts of objects. Tucker and I were having a quite pleasurable time playing together when I went to hide behind the big wind blower. I usually don’t play around him; he likes to suck things in from the back. I know this because I see the fur he steals from the dogs in the back. The old lady is always using the monster in the closet to remove the fur but I know the wind blower’s motive is an evil one with an addiction to fur. I would like to keep my fur. That was when I learned my toy was now being eaten by the wicked wind blower! I quickly removed myself from my entanglement  and jumped back to watch it munch. It made a dreadful noise and then …nothing. The old man who visits came running to rescue it, but it was too late. What is a screwdriver? At the end of the day my kill was a success and it lay motionless. Strike one for Ninja kitty! 

Time for my close up Mr. Demille. 

Testing a theory

Remember the kitchen sink? I could of swore I got wet because I was climbing the kitchen towels. So I thought lets try something new. Let's work our cute voice. "Meow Meow.." swagger a bit around the ankles helps. But I kept being shoo-ed away.  Then I added in a bit of light touches with the paws on the legs. Still to no avail did I get her attention! Last in the arsenal was to actually climb the bare legs with my ninja paws. NOT GOOD NOT GOOD NOT GOOD!




I am wet again. 


Towel climbing is a no...check.
Climbing legs is a no...check.

Monster in the closet

Dear Diary, 

There is a monster in the closet. It eats small things. I am small. The old lady has it tamed, but I still find I have the urge to run and hide. I usually follow Maggie. She knows the best spots of where to hide from the monster. The monster is released every single day, so in time I might be able to tame it too. It runs all around the house and makes this hideous noise as it sucks up things on the floor. One day it almost ate one of my fuzzy toys. I don't like this monster I wish it would just stay in the closet.