Just when I was beginning to think the lady was pretty smart for a human, she goes and does something that has me back thinking she's just like the rest of those creatures who walk on their back legs and just let the front ones hanging, doing nothing useful. Personally, I think that "opposable thumb" crap is highly over-rated as well.

Life was almost perfect around the house; wake up; eat; mess up the litter box; patrol the backyard; give the lady some petting; take a nap; have a snack; take another nap; eat, use the litter box again, sleep on the ottoman while the lady weaves and chats with the man; give the man a few pets; patrol the backyard; go to bed with the lady and the man. It doesn't get much better than that. The only break in the routine is periodic transmissions to the mother ship.

But noooooo, the lady, for some inexplicable reason, put a bowl of kibble out on the deck for the "strays". What in the world was she thinking? We don't need no stinking strays.

Now, I must be ever vigilant and watch the kibble bowl to make sure no one comes through the yard. Some times, I get so tired, I fall asleep while on duty and that's when the critters sneak in and grab a few mouthfuls of kibble. They only come out at night. I missed them again; I could smell them on the kibble; drats!!

And here's the capper, I heard the lady whining to the man about me not coming to bed with them anymore. What the heck did she expect?

Humans: can't live with them...can't eat as well without them...

Saturday 4/12: Update: The black and white cat came around this morning and I had to beat the holy crap out of him. I chased him off the property. I'm still the man!!

The lady must have been proud; she gathered me up this afternoon and we cuddled and took a long nap together. I had her all to myself...