Company

There are three new people in the house. I am told this is for the weekend only, but they seem cheerful enough and are easily maneuvered into giving me the attention I desire whenever I like, and so I am content to have them here for as long as they wish to stay.

Their arrival seems to be why there are a great number more pleasing smells in the kitchen, and I have 6 more legs to rub against and be in the way of while they do whatever it is that creates those smells. I have new bags and belongings to poke though, new opportunities to teach exactly how I wish to be scratched, and new collections of anatomy to drape myself over or sleep on at night.

These people seem quite as fond of my nap spot as I am myself.






I have communicated my feelings on the subject.

Naps

Tales of an Exploring Philosopher

After a good several-days sleep, I am now taking a more detailed measure of where I now find myself. I am told that I will not be allowed outside for a time, which I naturally gave the impression I objected to (but truthfully was perfectly satisfied to comply with, especially given that what I see from the windows looks to be excessively white).

After nearly half a day's worth of wandering, I felt it necessary to explore potential napping spots. My favorite so far is in the brown room with the red feather-filled high place. It shall be mine from now on.

Moving

I have just been transported, like a piece of luggage no less, on two airplanes through three climate zones into a barren, snow-covered wasteland. I will be living in the Rocky Mountains for a time, while my dear family is off on an twelvemonth adventure in a place that is apparently unfond of cats. Or so I assume, as there is no other explanation I can devise -- save perhaps a shortage of suitable edibles and napping situations -- that would prevent my being a member of the party.

I have surveyed what is to be my living quarters for the year, have measured the walls and inspected the corners, and found it t be satisfactory. I am now going to sleep until I cannot sleep anymore, which, given my current state of discombobulation, I expect to be not an insignificant amount of time. After which, I will determine whether or not this house contains any Plato or Wodehouse.