The Continuing Adventures of Harry

  Dad was adopted into the Cherokee Nation over ten years ago, and he has been teaching me the ways of the Native American Indian. One thing that really got my attention was their belief in power animals and the spirituality they bring into a person's life. It took me just a day on my scratching post to realize that my power animal is the Koala Bear. With the Koala Bear I learned to invite you to relax, to enjoy the moment, and go with the flow of nature.  Koala's are also messengers for physical well-being. Thus Koala meaning often comes to me as a signal to get some much-needed rest. They are known to sleep up to 20 hours a day. When their spirit comes to me, it usually is a sign to catch up on my sleep. Therefore, like my great uncle, the Lion, I need to take a break. Furthermore, I need to find an oasis of calm from the calamity of my daily life. The Koala also invites me to savor my downtime, enjoy my dreams, and revel in relaxation. People with the Koala nee...

 I may not always show it, but I do worry about my mum and dad.  They both work so hard, to not only provide a nice home for them, but also for me. I especially worry about dad.  He goes to work as the sun begins to set and I don't see him until morning. I know from my time on the street that it can be dangerous in the dark.  He doesn't talk that much about his job, probably because he doesn't want me or mum to worry to much. I try to give him a love touch or a good hug before he leaves and most mornings I'll greet him as he enters our flat.  Sometimes, I'm so happy that he is home, that I bring a ping pong ball, so we can play.  Other times I just want to cuddle, so I'll roll on my back and let him rub my tummy. After that, I know he is home and safe and I can go back to sleep.  I can't wait till he retires!!!

 Spring time has arrived!  And for me that means it's time to take this lily white ginger fur and get it back to full fiery ginger colour! If nothing else, just laying in the sun, after an extremely cold winter, has my whole body nice and warm. Never really enjoyed days of laying around in the sun.  Now with a family and a home, I am able to enjoy the simple things in life. And besides that the girls love fiery red ginger cats!

 OK, I admit it.  I have some ghostwriters.  I say some because I get my ideas from many humans and then put them into my own words. Dad does a lot of my typing, yet.... at times, I get really frustrated with him.  He thinks he is some kind of artistic genius when it comes to writing.  I'll tell him what I want to say, yet more times then not, he'll change some of it to make it sound better. That's not the point Dad!  The point is that this is my blog, so write what I say! I mean some times I get so frustrated I'll just walk right over that keyboard and start typing what I want.  More than once he has looked at me asking how did you do that?   See?  He's not that smart, I find things with that keyboard that he never thought his computer could do. I've shown him how to even fast forward YouTube videos by just hitting a couple of keys.  One time, he had on a three hour video.  It was on 4 minutes, when I showed him how to move it up t...

  When I first moved here, this home that I live in, I found new feelings and sensations that I never experienced before. I hate to admit it, but I loved acting like a dog and just spreading out as far as my paws could go.  My tummy, loved the warm comfortable massage it received just by being in contact with it. Spreading out on a pillow was so much better than the cold ground I experienced outside. Those first few months every time I laid down, I laid like this and every time the feelings were unique.  They were warm and cheerful and safe!  Over time though, I realized that I was a cat!  I am king of this house and this was no way for a king to act.  So when humans are around, I sleep like a phynx, well as much as I can anyway. I let you in on a secret though, when no one is home, I'll let my "inner-dog" come out and the prim and proper me, turns into a bowl of jelly enjoying a little tummy massage!

I can't say it enough how lucky I was that I was found by people that loved cats.  And how grateful I am to them that they found me my human parents.  I am very proud to call them my parents,  They've shown me patience and love.  Loads and loads and loads of love. I also know how proud they are of me.  Mum send my godmother loads of photos of me.  My grandparents ask about me and mum's eyes just light up with pride when she speaks about me. We are a happy family!

I'll tell you what, with the strange hours mum and dad come and go, I never seem to be totally awake.  Mum once compared it to jet-lag. I don't exactly know what that means, since I've never been on a jet and all my parents seem to do is come and go.  It's exhausting watching it all. Naturally, I have to get up bright and early.  In fact, I'm up before the birds outside are singing their morning melody.  I have to get up this early to help mum remember to feed me. At times, she can be quite grumpy, but in the end she always gets up and gives me my breakfast.  Then within the hour she's walking out the door and I have the whole house to myself.  Well, at least for a couple of hours.  Without fail, as the sun comes up dad comes home.  I'm so happy to see him, yet all he wants to do is go to bed.   Makes no sense to me, but they seem happy with this arrangement of theirs.  Anyway, at noon, I wake up daddy, just to make sure he makes me...

 Just yesterday I was puffing my chest saying how smart cats are compared to dogs.  You'll never see one of my pals trying to grab a flag on a 40 foot pole!  Yet, today I witnessed what I could only describe as challenging, while in reality it was pure insanity. I was enjoying a nice sunny day, watching the world go by and my attention was squarely on a bunch of small birds, wrens and sparrows, bouncing back and forth in some small trees, more like overgrown bushes than trees, yet those birds were just enjoying it. The branches swaying back and forth in the wind and the small flutter of their wings, made me wish for a short second that I was back outside.  I came back to reality, when I saw a sight I couldn't believe.  My mouth dropped open and I shook my head in disbelief.   On one of those small branches, about ten feet off the ground and about three feet away from a sturdy branch, sat a rather large chubby cat, holding on for dear life.  It was...

 This is my sister, Louise.  Sadly, I never met her in person but it is because of her that I am here today. Louise gave her life, so I would have a home to live.  I eat out of bowls which were once hers.  Daddy built her shelves, so she could sit high up in our living room, those shelves are now being used by me. If she was still alive, I wouldn't be here.  Yet, it is more than that.  She showed Mum and Dad how much love we can give.  How with a simple hug, or a purr, or even a meow, their problems would disappear because of her shy loving way. I know she holds a special place in Mum and Dad's hearts because they still speak about her often and you can see their eyes come to life when they remember how their Little Lou behaved. We are brother and sister because of our human parents.  I'll be forever grateful to Louise because of her love for these two, they knew that they wanted to give another kitty a furever home, filled with love and security....

Dad enjoys making videos and some of them do wonders for my cat ego!  This was made from one of my three very large cat windows.  I spend loads of time sitting by it and enjoying the warmth of the suns rays, surveying my whole kingdom.  From there I can watch boats going up and down the canal.  Often there are people walking on the paths and in the water I can see geese and ducks enjoying an afternoon swim. One day though, there was an event going on that showed how intelligent we are as cats!  Across the canal is a 40 foot tall flagpole.  Now don't get me wrong, nothing wrong with poles or posts.  I do enjoy my scratching posts and I have heard that even cows enjoying scratching along a wooden post. Yet, when I do it, or even when a cow does it, we do it for a reason.  To get scratch or to sharpen are claws, but this dog was trying to catch a flag on a 40 foot tall pole.  Don't believe me?  Watch the video! It just shows how intellectua...

 Hey, come on... admit it... I AM CUTE.  I'm quite bashful too.  You ask my human parents and they'll tell you how beautiful I am.  It's easy to photograph a purrfect subject as myself, yet it also needs to be said how good of a photographer my mum can be. I do think that some of my best photos are of me sleeping.  It is my purrfectly great place to be.  I wake up and see these photos of myself and later I'll fall asleep thinking about my last sleep and photos like this. Now, don't think all I do is sleep.  I am quite an energetic cat and I spend a lot of time hunting for food.  Yes, it's in the kitchen and yes, it's in a bowl, but it takes all my hunting skills to convince mum or dad that I am starving and they need to feed me right now! Sometimes they believe me, sometimes they don't.  That's part of the challenge of the hunt.  It ends up being quite and exhausting exercise!

  Honestly, there not that big!  My ears!  They are not that big. Honest! I'm going with the belief that if a camera adds 10 pounds, than it can add a couple of inches to my ears!  That's my story and I'm sticking to it! The one thing I do like a lot about this photo is that it shows how tough I am!  Just look at my ear on the right.  There's a chunk of it missing.  Yup, I was quite a rebel-rouser when I was younger. I was a street cat and often got into fights for shelter.  More than once I put a cat in the hospital.  I fought for the houses they were in, not for the food they ate.  I could find food, in other people's bins, or the occasional mouse or bird, yet that never replaced what I craved the most. Those other cats had warmth and love and were cuddled everyday.  They seemed so happy, it was something I wanted. Today, I'm a happy comfortable housecat and don't miss being cold and wet outside.  I love my cuddles and I love...

  Oh it's a lazy Monday.  Both my parents are home and both enjoying some quiet time.  My major decision of the day is whether I should indulge their quiet time and have as nice nap or should I raise a little mayhem? It is loads of fun to give mum a little love bite on the knee and make her jump.  It's even more fun to start pushing around my ping pong balls.  Doing that, it is for sure one of them will join me in a game of catch.  Well, they catch and I bat the ball back to them. The real fun takes place about five minutes into this game.  One of them will continue to bounce the ball to me, totally ignoring that I quit playing awhile ago and there they are running back and forth getting the ball and bouncing it all around the room, chasing it everywhere. And there I lay, watching it all.  It is such a wonderful sight!  Oh these silly humans!  LOL

Hope you enjoy your visit!  Next time bring some snacks!!!  Please?  Purrrrr....