The Perils of no Feast

Ahoy there landlubbers!

I am doing better than I was as now, my attendant has procured for me three cases of Fancy Feast.
She was on her way to a land not too very distant and while all of the procurement places locally were out of my own favorite flavor, Chicken Hearts and Livers, I commanded... er..asked that she get some for me while on her travels. As you read above, she got three cases which will last me as I have it as dessert to my Science Diet dry food.

Meanwhile, she accidentally got me some grilled Feast as well. I was wary of trying it but, I did and it was good. A pleasant change from hearts hearts hearts! I will not tolerate beef flavor however and I will severely punish those who ask me to try it. I have a plank to have miscreants walk and I am in no way afraid to make them use it. The very idea! Beef! Never!

When my attendant came home again from her adventure abroad, I punished her moderately by lying across her chest and neck for hours while purring and pressing my pink toe pads on her arm making her incapable of moving and I was guaranteed a warm nest as I was draped attractively on her for hours while she struggled to fall asleep in the uncomfortable position. That is the price you have to pay for going abroad to buy me my meals. She always pays the penance nicely.

I have left you with a picture of me as I contemplate what I shall do for the day. You will notice the attractive gleam of my whiskers and eyebrows in the cold Winter sun.

The Admiral

Ahoy !

A week ago, I was put into a crate and carried against my will to the Admiral doctor. I recognize that there are times that I am not thinking as clearly as I should be because I am ill. My attendant seems to sense that and despite my vigorous protestations, I am taken and subjected to handling by a man I am becoming to know rather intimately though that is not my wish.

However, I will admit to feeling far more like myself and able to leap tall boxes in a single bound again. I am chronically this event as well as an subsequent like events so as to provide a log to show the High Court if I am forced to report my attendant for needlessly disturbing me.

The profile picture I have posted for you to enjoy and admire me in my regalia, was done for me (he has a thing for kitties) by Paul. I have learned to make out a few words when he speaks as he has tamed his Massachusetts accent to some extent. I have proposed that he sail the high seas with me on my next voyage which will be happening soon. I am, after all, in the service of the Queen, the Supreme Wirdle. I expect another directive from her soon.

I have things I must attend to..grooming and selection of feasting materials for the day and perusing advance orders from the Queen already received.

Keep your eyes on your port bow. You never know.

The Admiral, at your service.

I'm New Around Town

I told my human assistant that I needed a blog of my own. After all, I am an Admiral, sailing the high seas and I have peeps. Even though I am used to having to craft my messages using the paper and pencil methods, it is time to forge ahead into a more modern system.

My home is in a far away land in imagination though I myself am quite real. I will post a picture to prove it. Some of my peeps will add to my works at my discretion.

Ooops, it would appear the paparazzi caught me after a go at the catnip. I absolutely hate it when that happens. However..it is what it is.

I will see you again soon.