The air out there...

The wind in my wiskers and the breeze on my belly, It was so good to roll around on the concrete outside in the courtyard and get a little acquainted with my outer domain. I was a bit upset that I wasn't allowed to eat the weeds along the fence though.

The move!

Yay! My owners finally have internet again. Here's the latest from the new digs.

Moving is quite scary, so naturally once all of my things were set up for me I found a completely new and ingenious place to hide.... under the covers of the dooona on the bed!

I've discovered that if I lay really flat under the doona I can stay there undisturbed for hours, it's really quite lovely and dark, the perfect place to escape it all.

I did finally venture out to explore my new home, it's not too bad. I found my food first, which is priority really. If I'm good I might even be allowed to go outside with my owners and play in the teeny tiny courtyard. There's a little dog next door that I'm keen to suss out!

So many boxes...

Suddenly there appeared to be all these boxes scattered around the house, and lots of things from drawers and cupboards going in them, and so much tape being used on them and now there seems to be more boxes than places to sleep. I had to go in for a closer look. I didn't like it, something's definitely up with these owners of mine. The place looks like a box city.

Oh dear!

Just when you think it's safe to chill out along comes another click of a camera a blinding flash and a moment captured in time that was probably best left alone. My owners better sleep with one eye open, I'm watching them. I'll get my payback when they least expect it!

water

I like to drink water from the tap and sit in the sink. It's fun.

In the beginning

This is me the day I was picked up from the hostel for abandoned kitties and brought to my home with my owners. I was a little anxious at first, there was so much to explore, but it didn't take too long to figure out I could quite easily take control of the home. It's those big eyes that suck them in and then they're putty in my paws.

This is me a few days later, on my new scratching post my female owner bought for me, it's so cool! I have so much fun on it, scratching, and sleeping and playing and hiding. aaah, putty in my hands I tell ya!

phew...

It's been soooo hot these last few days all I can do is laze around on the floor boards and try and keep cool while the fan and airconditioner do their best to cool me down. It's all I can do to drag myself to a new spot on the floor to plonk back down again. I even had to hide under the cd cabinet to try and get some reprieve. Instead of my owners patting me and reassuring me they took photos, but who was I to argue? I couldn't be bothered moving any way.

New Year

New Year was rather distressing really, there were all these loud bangs and explosions and crackles in the middle of the night. I slinked quietly into my little hidey hole to try and wish away the noise and screams from crowds of people at the nearby oval while my owners stood on the balcony enjoying the spectacle but I needed a drink to calm the nerves. I tried to hide, but those pesky owners of mine just couldn't resist the urge to get a photo for prosperity. I'll get them though.... I have claws!

Christmas

Can you believe what my owners did to me for Christmas? Oh the humanity! Dressing me up in a silly hat just because there was meant to be some big jolly man with a fat belly visiting with all sorts of presents. I'm not convinced he exists y'know, he didn't leave me any presents. I did get to play with heaps of wrapping paper though. You haven't lived until you've played in mounds of crumpled wrapping paper. It's so crazy and colourful. Almost made that silly hat wearing thing worth while.

meow

My owners call me all sorts of names at different times of the day or night, but my official name is Ziv, it means something like ray of sunshine or similar in Hebrew apparently. Don't blame me for the name, it was my owners fault for looking up interesting pet names on the internet. No matter, I'm still cute and get up to all sorts of fun and mischief. This is me when I was a few months old playing in my owners vase. If you look closely you can see my shaved belly with a scar from when the vet took away my cat multiplying capabilities. As you can see, I'm not too fussed by it, I got to eat ice cream from a spoon after.