The Continuing Adventures of Harry

 My Daddy has been poorly and is in hospital. Yes, Mummy treats me very well but it's not the same as having my Daddy home. Please come home soon Daddy! I miss you.💕

  Aaah feet!  Well, you humans call them feet.  I like the more cat-like name of paws!  After all at 3 o'clock in the morning, would you rather have my smelly feet rubbing your nose or my nice warm furry paws touching you? OK, I admit I made that comparison rather easy.  But, let's face facts.  I look at my human's feet and what is so special about them?  I mean dad walks around bare foot all the time and I'm sorry but his feet are nothing to drool over. Even mum won't mention his feet, but she gets down right giddy when she looks at mine.  I have to admit they are rather kind of cute and my toenails... er... claws never come out, except for that three in the morning nose scratch! The one thing I didn't like at first was when mum would give me manicure... or is it a pedicure?  Who knows, I just know I didn't like it it.  She'd grab my paw and made my poor defenseless claws come out and she'd wack off the end!  The very sharp end that I took a lot of

There are some things that I truly love having as a house cat.  I'm not sure which one would be on top of the list, but my scratching post would certainly be right up there. Nothing brings me such simple joy as that post.  When I'm hungry but my parents won't feed me for another hour, I'll go to that post and scratch and scratch, it takes away my anxiety and my hunger pains. Other times, I'll run to it and climb it as mom or dad enter the room, it is guaranteed, they'll walk over and pet me on both sides from my shoulders down to my hind quarters - a full body massage. This is my second post.  My first one was used so much that there wasn't much left to it, so my humans got rid of it.  I had no idea what was going on but my post was gone!  I thought I did something wrong.  I'd run into the living room and go to where it was and had nothing to scratch!  Two.  Whole.  Days.  With no post!  I was confused and yes angry! On the third day a truck came and del

 Alright,, you're here because you have a minor problem which is found deep in your subconscious.  I can help you with that. Just sit down and relax.  Look into my eyes.  As my voice begins to disappear, you'll become more relaxed.  That's it just look into my eyes. When humans do this exercise they are told to follow the watch.  To watch the watch as it slowly goes back and forth.  Well, I don't own a watch and time is irrelevant to us. So instead, listen to the purrs.  One light purr... then a deep long purrr....  Now you, let's purr together.  One light purr.... a deep long purr.  Good, keep purring with me and as you look into my eyes, we'll go into your subconscious together. Aaaah....I see what is troubling you.  Yes, it's coming into view.  More tuna!  That's right... purr... purr... purr.  Yes, that's right, I need more tuna... I mean we need more tuna.  Purr... purr... purr.  Good.  Now keep looking into my eyes, I see even more in your subc

 This idea of giving gifts, I'll never understand it.  Dad got Mom some really neat gifts and what does mom do?  She throws them on the floor. Beautiful, sturdy, brand new boxes, laid on the ground!  Shame on you mommy!  Bright shiny paper and gift wrap, also just laid on the floor!  Shame, shame, shame! That's actually not the confusing part.  What I really struggle to understand is dad's reaction.  He's smiling and happy.  I mean, to me, it is obvious mom ain't happy with the gifts since she just slid them on the floor and has been ignoring them ever since.   Yet, instead of being sad and disappointed with the gifts he got, dad seems content and pleased. I really don't understand these humans and their gift giving ideas. Oh well, I guess as long as they are happy, than so am I.  After all I've got brand new paper to tear up and new boxes to sleep in!  I wonder if their gift giving is actually just a way to give me gifts?  If that's the plan, then I can

I'm waiting!  That's right I'm waiting.  I'm so excited to show my mum what I've been up to.  Soon she'll walk through that door, walk upstairs, and I'll surprise her by singing Happy Birthday. Though at times, I think dad was losing patience with me.  I mean it's quite easy to confuse the words Happy Birthday with Happy Furday! Either way it's her birthday and I'll sing it the way these humans do it.  But if it was up to me, I'd be shouting from the roof tops, Happy Furday Mummy!!! All I can say is Purr, thank you Mum for loving me. Thank you for the food you bring, and for my squeaky things. Thank you for your friendly talks, and when you change my litter box. Thank you for the naps we share, and putting up with all the hair. Thank you for the things you do, Thank you Momma, I love you.  

 When I lived on the streets for my own safety I usually slept with one eye opened.  I never really had a peaceful, restful sleep.  Between the rain, wind, snow, and humans chasing me away, I never could enjoy a truly peaceful sleep. When I was caught by Cats Protection,  I began sleeping a little better, yet still not totally a restful sleep.  I mean on one side, I had a younger lad who constantly walked on his shelves all night.  I'd start to go to sleep and he'd jump to a lower shelf and on and on it went. I finally decided to fight fire with fire.  I'd wait till he finally settled down about 3:30 in the morning, so I started playing.  I threw all my toys around, even my litter box!  Every morning, my human caretakers would come in and wonder what I did all night.  They'd go about reorganizing my little shelter and by morning I'd have it torn up again. I will say that it has gotten me into a good habit of waking up every morning at 3:30.  I don't like waking