Yasha

I haven't been posting much. I know.
I got sick for a little while and spent a lot of time under things, but luckily my Auntie M who lives with us brought help. Momma said he was a vet, but he didn't hurt me, so I don't know . . .
But I'm feeling a lot better. I hardly ever throw up, lately.
So I've been trying to explain everything to Momma lately and she doesn't understand. It's all, "meow meow Momma," to her. But it's okay. She pets me a lot. And she bought me a new toy that I have already partly broken! That bat won't last the week, I tell you!
Mrow!

Sometimes my Momma calls me Yasha Beau. And Beaubo. Sometimes even Silly Bunny and Kitty Pie. I don't really understand any of these names. I am not a bunny, or a pie. But the one I really don't get is Ya-Ya Beau Laundromat Kitty. She wrote a song about it and sings when she pets me sometimes. I hate it when she sings. But at least she pets me.

I don't know what a laundromat is!

My Momma loves me a lot. I'm gonna go sit on her.

Mommy bought me a new toy. It's a bat on a stick, so now she and M can play with me. M named it Bela Lugosi, and Mommy thought that was funny, but I call it Bitch. That loud guy left the other day, so this place is all us girls now. I kind of miss someone being here all the time, but I do like it better with just us girls here. I love my toys, and I love Mommy's new bed. She seems happier, too.
They had people over this weekend, that stayed all weekend! But they seemed happy, and I was free to run off to my office to attend to some pressing business. A lot's going on right now. I'll fill you all in soon, as my plans evolve.

Meow, yow!

I totally like it here. Momma's new roommates are super nice, and they pet me whenever I ask, although they're sometimes a little noisy. I like them still. I've taken a renewed interest in my scratching post lately. This new place has no sofa, see. I've been stashing toys that I find in the bottom of it. I don't think Momma's caught on yet. Maybe I'll stash some of her toys in there and see how long it takes her to notice. This could be fun!

It was as I thought. We moved again.

Why? Why can't she pick a place and stay there! What is wrong with her?

Okay. The new place isn't so bad. There's lots of room to run around, and my toys are here, and there's a real bed to hide under. Mommy's only spent two nights out, and I like the people here. They're friends of mine from way back.

There is a monster that flies past the windows at irregular intervals. It doesn't seem to bother anyone else, and it never comes inside, so I guess I'll get used to it. It's actually kinda fun to watch, now that I've stopped hiding from it.

Yeah, this place is different, but I think it'll be okay.

Something's up.

People have been coming in and out of the house for two days, and they've been taking things out of my room and putting them other places. There were four people in my room last night! Mama called me for a little while but I didn't wanna come out from under the bed.

Something's up, and I don't like it. If I stay under the bed, maybe they'll stop. But I have a suspicion I know where this is going, and I just don't like it.

My friends came by tonight and chased me around the kitchen for a while. Then we ran up and down the hall until Mama came tromping down, asking me what I was doing. I don't think she can see them. It's weird. She did get my mouse out again. I keep putting it by the bed, where she puts all her favorite stuff at night, and she keeps moving it back to the living room. I don't understand people. She opened a can last night, and wouldn't share it with me. I love cans! She showed me a bowl of something red, and claimed it came out of the can, but I know what comes out of cans. She thinks I don't.

She's been home a lot more lately, and we've been spending lots of time snuggling on the couch. I hope this lasts. I know how she gets - leaving the house every day, coming home tired and cranky. I like it when she stays here. We snuggle a lot.

Mama's mad at me and I'm mad at her. I told her when she came in how much I wanted her to pick me up, and it took her forever to do it, and then she opened a bottle that made a really loud sound. And she had the nerve to get annoyed when my back claw caught her on my way down! She doesn't even use that part. I don't know why she won't let me use it as a pillow already. I don't even feel like touching my Kitty Kaboodles. I'm going under my favorite chair for a while until I feel better.

I got up way earlier than usual today - I couldn't sleep. I've been very busy and I was just laying there and thinking about all the things I have to do. I've been ignoring the windowsill. And there's a chair in the kitchen that needs to be hidden under for a while. I'm going to grab a snack and go take care of that.

Why don't people understand? I'm sure I've made it perfectly clear that I prefer Kitty Kaboodles or Meow Mix! Still my mother buys that Friskies shit. She's had some guests in the house, too - one of them was a stranger! I couldn't go in the kitchen until the new one left. At least it's cool under the bed again. I've been spending a lot of time on the kitchen floor - it's nice and cool there. At least she's been home more lately. The other women who live here ignore me. But I like it that way.