Dear Diary, Back to my dad. I don't understand his ways. Whenever he meets one of the other big males his legs to stiff, he tips his head slightly up, holds his ears straight back and lets out a low wail. He's answered in a similar fashion. There's no backing down for either of the guys until a fight erupts or Carol walks out and intervenes. My human's not afraid of the guys. She boldly walks between them, scolding them for their behavior. But when she's not around the fur flies. My dad limped for a week the last time he tangled with one of the other males. I don't understand the purpose. Who's he out to impress? The females usually go the other way when a fight starts. And it's not like the other guys take off and leave the farm to my dad. When mating time comes around, each of the guys takes their turn. So what's the purpose?

Dear Diary, Up late tonight. Wandering around trying to convince Carol to go to bed. I sleep best when I can lay my head on her cheek and put my paw around her neck. But let's not get into that. I don't want anyone thinking I'm a softy.

Spent most of the day hanging around outside. The guy to the left is my dad, Cat Balou. Handsome dude, isn't he. We don't spend much time together though. Most of his time is spent eating, chasing the gals around or looking for an argument with one of the guys. I like watching him. time for bed.

Changes

Dear Diary, Ha! I got my box back. Carol moved the Indi mom and kits into the big blue dog house. She must have remembered all boxes belong to me. And to make up for

her forgetfullness, I got a new triple decker sleeper. That's my good buddy Osiris on the bottom deck. Big O. He's a very wise and astute gentleman. He knows enough not to bother me or to take anything that's mine.

Indi

Dear Diary, Fiddlesticks! Went outside this morning to find a cardboard box on the deck. Love boxes so I investigated. It was already occupied. Could have coped with that. No problem chasing some cat out of a box I want. But no, Carol was right behind me saying, "Lucky, no. Leave it alone." Then I heard the squeals and saw the little rats under Indi. Great. Now we've got three more mouths to feed. If these stupid outside cats would stop shooting out little ones I could be living like a real king. There are already seven of these little things running around over by the barn. Carol really should put a stop to this kind of activity. But, knowing her, she'll be giving scrawny old Indi some of my wet food now. She thinks I don't know that she sneaks my cans out of the house and takes them to the barn babies every once in a while. Skinny Cali mom, who owns five of the little twits, is always coming to the kitchen door begging. Heck, she even ran into the house once. That was pretty funny. She ran into the house, realized she was somewhere she'd never been before, and made a dash to get back outside before the door closed behind her. Cali's got some serious mental problems, if you ask me. She wants Carol to give her special attention, but she frightened to death of humans. Go figure. If she had a clue, she'd know ya gotta make friends with the humans. Oh well, better for me that she's scared of humans. Don't need any more of these guys kissing up to my meal ticket.

May 22, 2007 mid-morning

Dear Diary, It's wet outside. I'm stuck inside. Managed to get my human to put me on her lap so I can blog. I should introduce you to my human, my special human. Her name is Carol. She's been my human since I was about eight weeks old. She never came looking for me, I went looking for her. Really, it's her doing that she's my human in that she gave away my sibs. My mom loved my sibs, but she didn't care for me. I was half the size of my sibs and I guess my mom figured I wasn't worth the effort. When my sibs disappeared, mom walked away from me. Every day after my sibs went away, I made the long journey from the barn to the deck by the house. And there I sat, staring at the house, day after day. Well, I sat there until another mom from the barn came and fetched me. Dart thought that I should be her kitten. Day after day I'd go to the house and Dart would come and drag me back to the barn. The humans seemed content to let this go on until I got sick with conjuctivitis. Then Carol came to my aid. She took me into the house and kept me with her, doing what she could to nurse me. She and her man had a lot of discussion about my going to the doctor. With about 40 cats on the property they debated what was affordable. By the time I got to the doctor I'd lost the sight in my left eye. But I eventually did regain my health. Carol had been carrying me around with her everywhere for weeks and she became very attached to me. So that is how she became my human. I slept with her, I sat in her lap, she made a sling type pouch for me to sit in as she went about her business. Her neice Melissa named me Lucky. Carol named me Trouble. So now I'm called Lucky Trouble. Got to go nap. I'll write more later.

May 20, 2007

Dear Diary, blah, blah, blah. ever have one of those days. nothing is right. nothing is wrong. warm and humid. bit of a breeze. lazy day. Sunday. napping here. napping there. tried to annoy my human, but she'll have none of it today. no energy to annoy Morgan, who is in hiding anyway. simply blah, blah, blah.

May 19, 2007 late morning

Dear Diary, ate with outside cats this morning at the feeding trough. human friend busy working. a little cool this morning. nice day to hang around outside.

Evening - later

Dear Diary, Well, she went and did it. She started it with that growling. Got her cornered behind the satellite box in the tv cabinet. What a noise she was making. Which is what got me in trouble. Weighing the fun I had against the scolding I got, fun wins. My human moved me away from Morgan and hung me on my cat post.

What a day. Good food, good sleep & good fun.

Evening

Dear Diary, an afternoon of sweet sleep, some wet food, some dry food, a short walk in the yard. I'm primed and ready now. If I see that Morgan I'm gonna chase her all over the place. One growl outta her is all it's gonna take. In the meantime, staring at my human friend will have to do.

Ah, adventures in the grass. Hangin out under the cat table & Moochie. Gotta love farm life. And then mid-afternoon snack with Mellow, Lovey & Morgan. Big O missed out. Too bad for him. Must be nap time again.

midday

Ha, can't believe it. My human actually put my food out without my asking today. Mellow, Lovey & the big O ate with me. Stupid black cat not around. Have to torture her later. Time to hang around outside now. Got a whole afternoon to kill.

later

napped in mudroom

Friday, May 18, 2007

Dear Diary, Morgan barfed on the floor again this morning. Stupid black cat. I'll have to torment her later.