I see Dead People!

My owners and I live in a rather old house with creaking floorboards. Added to that, my female owner is not a great lover of the dark; being left alone in the house for more than 48 hours; the cellar.

The long dark evenings are boring for an intelligent feline, and I have discovered an amusing past time. Freaking out my female owner.

If I stop and suddenly look intently at a point in the distance, better still an open doorway or up the stairs (when there is nothing actually there) then I can convince them that in some supernatural way I am seeing the paranormal.

It's not so outlandish I suppose - Buddhists in South-East Asia thought that the souls of the dead pass into the bodies of sacred Catty-kin before moving on to the next life, and a common belief is that fellow Kin can see the aura or psychic energy that surrounds the body of humans. 

Whatever the derivation of such beliefs, next time my female owner is Home Alone, I will wait until dark, jump on her lap, catch her eye, and then  look intently over her shoulder. Maybe for added effect I will open my mouth as if to whisper "I see dead people!". Mwah....ahh....ahhhh!!

That'll teach her to ignore my requests for additional rations!

Let it Snow; Let it Snow; Let it Snow!

Freedom at last! Last week I felt like Aung San Suu Kyi (the Burmese opposition politician recently released) - I had been subjected to Catty House Arrest since the snow began to fall. I tried to venture out last Thursday but the snow was up to my underbelly, and so I made a swift 180 degree turn and high tailed it back into the hallway.

This was not my first experience of snow - last year my owners got over excited at the heavy snowfall and made a "Snow Cat" (left) in a sort of post modern statement against the traditional Snowman.

Having completed their "masterpiece" they carried me out of the warm house and tried to take my photo in the snow. I keep my claws sharpened for this exact threat scenario, and their blood dripping from shredded hands meant they would never try such a stunt again!

The house is cold despite the heating being turned up, and so I have demanded blankets and have taken to eating my breakfast and then retreating for the morning on to my female owner's lap to seek extra warmth. She does not seem to appreciate such company because it impedes her tapping her inane ramblings on the keyboard!

I have ventured out in the last few days, but now the snow has been replaced by freezing fog, frost and sleet, and my sensitive paws can take it no longer!

Since I am not a lover of this sort of Winter Wonderland, I shall hibernate next year. I have heard that Bear Kin pile on the pounds in the Summer in order to sleep through the Winter, and I feel I could manage such strategy with aplomb.

After all it encompasses two of my three hobbies; eating and sleeping! How hard can it be?