albina in the morning

nothing beats a cat pawing at the window, a beautiful sky, and a cup of coffee with too much cream and sugar in the mornings.

the collar conundrum

a small package arrived from my father today. inside was a twenty-dollar bill, a cat collar, and a note which said, "love you. -dad". with great difficulty i was able to subdue the beast, strapping the collar around paul's neck. he sat there trying to get at the bell which jangled with each attempt he made to bite at it. giving up, he tearfully looked up at me. the tears may have just been a figment of my imagination. i reluctantly removed the collar and paul ran off to angrily tear up the newspaper surrounding the litter box. surely some sort of retribution. oh well, perhaps i'll try another day.

all moved in

paul has finally worked up the courage to venture forth from beneath the couch. the move was not easy for him. he now passes the time by idly staring at the steady stream of cars and pedestrians which flow beneath my window. no doubt he wishes he was able to pounce on them. they must surely look like mice from all the way up here.