Dear Diary, I'm still appreciating a humming house. Osiris & I had a nice visit about it the other day while sitting at the dining table pretending we were people. He agrees that a humming house is better than

silent one. He did venture out into the snow that followed the ice though and convinced me that even if the house doesn't hum, it's better than living outside all the time. SaraSue has figured out that it isn't Osiris who runs things. While Osiris and I had our chat, SaraSue slept away in one of her favorite spots -- behind my human's back. But then again, she sleeps just about any where. I did venture outside for just a few minutes yesterday and got to say hello to Two Tic. He's doing quite well -- maintaining his weight and health through this cold spell. I found a pile of cats on the deck table with little Baby Dot tucked in the middle. They were too busy staying warm to say much. Baby Dot's the littlest cat here right now. She's the kit Calimom had been feeding, but I think that's over now as I see Baby Dot eating with the older cats and running about one her own. Once in a while I see her with Cali, but most of the time she fends for herself. That was my big excitement for the past few days. I'm sure its time for me to go take another nap now.

Humming House

Dear Diary, My bones are warm again. I've been sitting on the metal floor piece where the warm air comes from since yesterday afternoon when the house started humming again. Before it stopped, I never noticed the humming or that warm and long days were connected to the humming. Now I know. I want to live in a humming house with warmth and light during dark. If a house doesn't hum, it's of no use.

Cold

Dear Diary, I do NOT like to be cold and I've been nothing but cold since the ice fell from the sky and the house stopped humming. I've been spending a lot of time curled up in a ball sleeping, trying to stay warm. For days there was no humming in the house at all, just a steady clicking sound from a couple of the walls. It was so quiet and the only light was what came in from outside. Dark is now so much longer than light. I don't like it. Sometimes now there is a little humming in the house and a loud noise from outside. But it is still cold. Every day has gotten colder. Today is the coldest of all. I spent a lot of time at the litter box room window today, looking out at all the white. There is white everywhere outside. I'm not leaving the house until the white is gone. I want my humming house back, where the days go on for long hours and warm air comes out of the metal pieces on the floor. I want to be warm again.

Bird Watching

Dear Diary, One of my most important jobs inside the nice warm house is keeping an eye on these two white birds. They live up high where I can't reach them. That is, as long as the humans keep the chairs away from the big white box these guys sit on. One day last week, I almost made it to the top. The chair I sat on was close enough for me to leap and get my claws dug into the groove at the top of the box door. I might have made it all the way up. I'm strong. But the darn birds started to raise a ruckus and my human dashed over to me before I got to find out if I could lift myself the rest of the way up. She detached my claws from the door and set me back on the floor, moving the chair as soon as her hands were free of me. Chances are, they'll forget again sometime and that chair will be just close enough for me to jump again. It's not much fun just sitting and staring at the birds, but I can do it for hours on end. I'm willing to wait for the possibility of a joyful day.

Blood on the Snow Mystery

Dear Diary, There's snow on my back stoop. And on the snow, blood. There's more blood today than there was yesterday. I don't have time to figure out where this blood comes from. My prime objective in going outside is to take care of my business and get back in as quickly as possible. In my mad dash to get off the frozen ground, there is no evidence of the source of this blood. No drips going from one place to another. Just blood. Right there on the stoop. Don't see any bloody cats. No one with a fresh wound. So it's a mystery. But it's too cold out for me to hang around and solve.

Dear Diary, The humans have been changing things in the house again, moving stuff around. I've got my cat post back at my favorite window. Now I can keep a good eye (and yes, I have only one) on what goes on in the house and what goes on outside from the same spot. Gives me a feeling of authority, of kingship. I rule from this spot. Plus, I look cool. But wouldn't ya know, I missed all the action when the dog and humans caught the possums the other night. Those big rat things have been living under the deck for ages now. Can't remember when they moved in. Heard the humans talking that those possums must be the source of the fleas and they had to be gotten rid of. So, the other night when the man-child spotted one of the possums out eating, he came and told my human's man. Wasn't long before they loosed the dog, who ran out and rolled the big rat. Course, the possum did what possums do, it fainted dead away, just lay there while the man picked it up by the tail with a pair of pliers and stuck it in a big barrel. Just how stupid is that, laying there curled in a ball and let itself be picked up. The man got three of them that way. Later he drove away with the barrel with the possums inside, came back after a bit with the barrel and no possums. Lot of good it did though. Last night I saw three new possums in the yard. Looking for the food the humans put out for my relatives. Doesn't seem as if the humans will win this one.