Things had been going quite well... until recently. I've managed to push the small two-legged to take me outside whenever I want. The deck is not my domain. Despite what you might have read, I wasn't frightened by the deer. I just needed higher ground to exert my influence, and couldn't get it on the deck...

The bad news comes from my bathroom. I think I've been kind letting the two-leggeds use my bathroom, but my toilet, or "catbox" as they call it, has recently changed. It is a demonic incarnation of my safe and useful toilet. There is a large stainless-steel rake that comes out to try to scrape me into a small reservoir. I've watched this beast do it's dirty work, and will not be cornered. I've used it a few times, to demonstrate my power and lack of fear, but I'm not opposed to using the carpet in times when I know the Box is waiting to attack. What are they going to do? Kick me out? I've learned from Sandy that if you are kind to the two-leggeds, you can go wherever you want. As it turns out? This house is quite large. There are so many places to go, they can't possibly find them all... Of course, I'm working on a plan to beat the crap (pardon the pun) out of the demon box. There is no way that it is going to best me.

In the meantime, I'll just continue to purr and rub at the appropriate times. I'm looking forward to venturing into the yard to extend my domain...


Lilo the Cat Not-Constipated