Not good enough

Dear Diary,
It's just not good enough. It's not acceptable.
There I am happily living from those pouches of food that my pets keep feeding me every day when suddenly yesterday, it's not a pouch for dinner or tea. It's proper tuna - from the tin :-)
Well, as you can imagine, I'm thinking WAHEYY, this is the life guys. And then this morning I got tuna again, Mmmmmmm.
So this evening, the man pet goes out shopping and returns with bags and bags of nice smelling items (I know - I kept sniffing at them), as well as a box of pouch food.
Well I'm sorry, but that's just not good enough. I want the real thing, not a pouch. I have expectations now you know. I might go on a hunger strike until they give me my tuna back. Mind you, I might start to feel hungry so...maybe not.

Look around in ease

Dear Diary,
I've been watching the man today whilst he fiddled with my website. He's altered something called a search facility. Said something about making it better for people to use.
Well, I've just looked and boy - it's better! Search results are clearer, the relevance is spot on, and even better there is an 'index' option to see every lovely little word that I've thought about since starting this project.
He has been a clever pet today. Maybe I should reward him with a bit of scratching on the doors and leaping around on furniture. I know he loves it when I do that.

They're moving stuff, again

Dear Diary,
Will my pets ever stop? Another weekend, and they're building more stuff and moving everything around because of it. I just want a place that doesn't keep changing. I can't deal with change. The sooner my pets realise this, the happier I'll be.

Sundays are special

Dear Diary,
What's the best thing about Sunday? Well, it might be the fact that I just lie around and chill all day long either on the bed, or on the settee, or in my basket, or best of all on the floor above the boiler (because it's nice and warm).
Or, it might be because I get a meal treat at dinner - a special tray of food, not the normal pouch.
Or, it could be because everyone just ambles around without rushing so I feel relaxed too.

You know, I think Sunday might be the best day of the week.

Sound recognition

Dear Diary,
Ok, so this might not sound very clever, but my pet's think it is! I'm able to tell when the man pet's car is coming up the street. I can recognise the sound of his car from all the others.
This means that when they open the door to come in, I'm sat there waiting for them looking all cute, and they can't work out how I know to be there.
They must think I sit there all day waiting for them, when really I spend most of the day snoozing, but quickly race to the door when I hear that car.
Hee hee, smart cat me :-)