The Continuing Adventures of Harry

  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 ou...

 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 wei...

 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...

 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...