The Continuing Adventures of Harry

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

 I don't spend a lot of time on the shelves that Dad originally built for Louise, but like everything else in this flat, they are mine and I can use them whenever I want! The fun part about shelves, towers, and the window ledges is that it lets me look down on my loyal subjects! I like calling this shelf, the cat shelf.  Below it are some photos of me and Louise and a poem I wrote for Mum on Mother's Day.  And if look to the right of me is a drawing a friend of Mum made of me. Oh yes, I am photogenic and even artist love painting me!  I do have some very loyal subjects!

  I'll say hate!  Mum and Dad laugh and say I'm scared.  That's not true!  Dad picked me up to avoid any conflict.  Look at me!  Do I look scared? Anyway, I'm not scared of anything.  Including spiders!  That's right, I hate spiders.  I am not scared of them - I just hate them. More then once my humans have chased them around the flat.  I was running the other way, just to get out of their way in capturing that critter! I wasn't running away out of fear.  In fact, those spiders are darn lucky I didn't stay and squish them!  Yes, some of them are quite big and I think they'd give me a good fight but I'd win. Though, I'm not scared, I will admit they are scary.  Mum, loves my feet.  My cotton sock feet.  Humans have two feet, I have four.  Do you know how many feet a spider has?  Eight!  Why do they need eight feet?  I mean when they get going they can be really fast.  It is hard getting out of my parents way as they chase them.  But I'm not sc

I once heard dad tell mum that he's a big boy!   I feel the same way.  When I first moved here they loved it when I laid on their laps and we watched TV together.  I think they'd still love to have me do that... but.... I am a big boy now!!!                        

In Star Trek: The Next Generation,  the Borg had a comment when conquering other species - resistance is futile! This is my resistance is futile position!  My humans look at me in this position and they start oooing and aaahhing.  They'll get down on their knees and rub my tummy.  Yes, I know, we cats don't like it when our tummy's are rubbed, but I trust my mum and dad so much that they can rub my tummy anytime they want. I can interfere with mum doing paperwork, or folding clothes, or making the bed.  She'll speak sternly to me, Harry!  And I'll roll over on my back, get and oooh and an aaah and then some pets on my tummy. It's a position I never got to enjoy when I was a street cat, and now I do it whenever I can.  It is a very comfortable feeling even if I don't get any pets out of it.  My humans can see me like this and think how innocent I am.  Little do they know!!!  

 Throughout human history, there is a certain sense of royalty when they see a Siamese Cat.  They're nothing special.   I can give that sense of superiority and mystery and pass myself off as a Siamese Cat.   This is my Siamese look, but it always has that look of bewilderment.  Like, when dad grabs a comb!  Why in God's green earth would dad ever need a comb?  It's always my look of sarcasm.  Like when mum wants to clip my toe nails.  Go ahead, just one step closer and I'm out of here. It's also my look of innocence!  I use it when there is a strange smell in the air and I look at dad and say God dad!  Then walk away, knowing full well I am the reason for that smell!!!

I know it is a famous title for a book series, but seriously a cat in the hat?  Come on!  Now if it was  cat in the box, I'd be quick to read the adventures of that cat and its box! Was it a big box?  A small one?  Was the box used to hide a gift or did it bring a new appliance for the kitchen?  Oh that box, the story it could tell. I could sleep in that box and catch the odor of fumes from the back of the delivery truck that brought it to our home.  As I close my eyes, I can imagine the little mice running around the outside of it, in some back room in a full warehouse. Oh yes, I would read every book in the Cat in the Box series.  

On days when dad is home, we do a couple of things that deals with our favorite past time - football.  OK, first let me say that I am an English Cat, so football to me is the sport played around the world. Dad, being an American knows football in another way and calls our sport - soccer.  Well, in his defense he taught me the difference in names, but I have never heard him call it soccer in any conversation.  He has become a proper English person and he calls it - football! Anyway, it is our favorite sport.  When dad moved here he had no idea of the teams, players, or even rivalries.  Before educating himself with the players, he learned about the coaches.  After all, as he would say, it is the coach who represents the team.  And he fell in love with Jurgen Klopp, Liverpool's manager.  Then he learned about the players and he tried to educate me.  I'd listen for a bit, just because I wanted to play ball! We play a miniature version of football.  One on one.  Mum says I'm a

  I know many people think I exaggerate when I talk about my proud family tree. Yet no one can say with certainty that these cats are indeed part of my family. Let me introduce you to some cousins of mine. First lets look at Charlie Cheetah. Charlie is a lot like me, in that we are a bit more flexible in revisions to attain our goal. We both insist that you must be clear about your intention and what it is you are trying to create. Than there is Lenny Lynx. He let's me see the truth of the matter. He nudges me to wake up and smell the roses!  One of my favorite cousins is Cassie Cougar. She showed me how to lead by example rather than by voice. Walk your talk. Josie Jaguar, tells me that I am finally free. Opportunities for happiness will follow me. We make our schedule towards the night because our minds are most active in the darkness My very strong cousin Leo Lion is the ultimate protector of hearth and home. Thus Leo advises me to heed the actions of m

 OK, I know what you think.  That a door was open and ran like my bottom was on fire and flew out the door before my human could shut the door.  No, it wasn't that dramatic or exciting. Mum picked me up and put me in my cage, Dad then put a cover over the cage and lifted me up.  His first words were that I had gained a little weight.  If I was a girl, it may have bothered me, yet, in hindsight, it wasn't a nice thing for me to hear. That means it won't be as easy to get mum (or dad) to give me some extra food.  I've got a couple of actions to fight back with.  One is my sad puppy dog eyes.  I've got that mastered, it always works.  IF by some miracle that don't work, then I will need to find my vocal chords and start meowing! I know it worked for Louise, maybe it will work for me. Anyway, my journey outside wasn't that exciting, in fact, I couldn't wait to get back home.  We went to the vets, where I was poked and probed.  I was weighed, got some injecti