Ghosts from the past....

...return, of all days, on Halloween.

It has been a long month here: at various times Feeders were traveling for work (we encourage gainful employment to ensure vital supplies), at other times, they were stricken with what seemed to be the earliest human colds of the season.

Their energies were thus diverted I suppose, and rest assured Fritz and I were as supportive as possible.

It does seems as though all's getting back on track: witness the following...

Last night there was a feast, of sorts, prepared in our kitchen...I was watching carefully...



Even Fritz pricked up his ears....



We were happy that they must be feeling better enough to cook a hearty meal.

To be honest though, we were also happily anticipating the possiblity of any left overs from this main course..... the aroma of which which was causing our whiskers to twitch somewhat..



Hmm..Salmon. Big Salmon. Did they really eat all of that themselves? We had high hopes of rich pickings around the table...

Well, I'm afraid that, in return for a rather generous helping of cat treats, we promised not to tell!

A trick I suppose, but we did get our treats...and we hope you did too.

Fritz takes the high ground

Once in while, (rarely, but once in a while), I surrender the high ground to Fritz.



He is older than me after all, so it helps him to feel "in charge", and that makes him more easy-going in the long-run. I haven't told him yet that it's all calculated on my part: really, I'm in charge when he thinks he is. If he feels dominant, he's happy.



Mind you, the Feeders do point out to me ocassionally that I'm really wasting my time with my covert operations because, frankly, Fritz doesn't really mind as long as he gets his food and Feeders' love, and that he will countanance anything I do just as long as the food and love keeps flowing.

Mainly though, as long as the Kitty Cat Cafe is always open for Fritz, he's a happy camper, and happy to let me feel in charge.

No Parachute required.

I sleep often on the chair in the hallway. I do sit there wide-awake too, mainly when a feeder is trying to use it to sit and put on their shoes. For me, it's a very comfy chair. It's close to the bicycles, my jungle gym, and close to the front door, source of entry for feeders; i.e. all-around good spot. But in a deep sleep, I sleep like this:



So, this is to say, (and this only applies when "they" are away), I often tuck my left leg improbably back and around and under - as so:



The first time the feders saw this, they thought I had fallen onto the chair from a great height, that it was an emergency and so and they almost called the emergency services...



Of Course, now they know that I will awake, stretch, and like a butterfly, emerge from my apparent crushed state in all my, well...they have the words for it, ask them!



So now they refer to that posture of mine as the "Ernest forgot his parachute" position. I don't really know what to say about that. But, since you may well ask, I say, it's wishful thinking on their part, as i'm very much up and running.
I did ask Fritz, but ,well,he's seen it all before and so he's not too easily impressed with my antics.



Please let us know if you nap in a most peculiar posture too..I'll let Fritz know!