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 da...

 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 ke...

 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?...

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.  

  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...

 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.  

  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...

  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...

 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...

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...

  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...

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