Spiderman in my whiskers

I don't know if I mentioned but my place is full of webbs..consequently full of spiders...I love them anytime of the day...I carry them on my coat, I eat them for snacks when I need proteins and the list goes on but today...

One got caught in my whiskers...and I could not figure it out what was wrong with my GPS functions...Whiskers are THE ULTIMATE technology to felines...ask any of them and they'll tell you "cut anything you want but not my powerful connectors - that includes my antennas".
So I'm running around as usual, casual day, sun is shinning, time to go into the shades...I find myself a nice spot in the high dry grass...nap for a while then I hear activity at the house so I snap out of my zzz's and jump on to the patio...but then my roommate burst out laughing and her hands keeps aiming at my whiskers...which freaks me out: that's a big no-no don't mess up with my equipment. So finally I lay down under a chair and do an inventory of the situation...it seems that a crawling insect is intertwined in my right whiskers...It is a tiny orange spider (using my whiskers as a trapeze..just kidding). Then a flashback came to mind..my roommates were watching the movie Spiderman (Spiderman is said with a thick French accent..that makes it much more powerful!!!) and I thought "What if it would be it?" Since when Spiderman is visiting a gypsy for advice???

Oscar is in trouble

So it is in the news....I better keep my cover...one of us has been busted! My activities are strickly a demonstration of love to my roommates...and the love of a hunt...the best games of all! I don't think my roommates see a rhyme or reason to my picking..well when it comes to size and shape I'm off most of the times...except for the occasional dirty rag...Anyhow, i will not reveal my sources!!
Busted

Sitting on the kitchen table

Grrr...tough morning - I feel groggy...maybe I ate one too many lezards yesterday..I don't know but I'm standing on the kitchen table wich is my supervision post..eyes in a daze...my brain is "en veilleuse" says my French roommate...

Veilleuse being those nightlight that deems the light to the minimum...Get it? My brain is fed with very little energy or at least the energy is getting stuck somewhere. Anyhow, there's commotion in the kitchen and I'm debating what should be my strategy this morning: do i lay there like a dead cat or an old furniture? do i move my ears like i'm paying attention and ready to jump on any opportunity to show my grooves and moves...Too late...everybody's left already...Well anyhow, now that I gathered my thoughts (the smell of coffee gets me going), I'd like to disgress on my love for tables...I love them! all of them...Easy climb, situated in mid-air, like on a tray I feel I'm moving from room to room, I'm the trophy in a room! You know, I sit my base here and there, my roommates pet me like they want to dust me, they carry me around, don't like me on the dinner table during meals though, but I do sleep with them...we've known people who slept with their trophies...ask some Oscars recipients...I bet you some do! So I'd say I spend a good 44% of my time on tables...now that doesn't include the washing machine which is also a flat surface in elevation..but it doesn't have feet...you see my affinities with tables are linked to my 4 legged status..wow..wow..wow...where is your mind going...Time to scratch the trees, hunt lezards, kick some butts, take a long siesta in the rosemary bushes, check out the neigbor's yard...she's planting all sorts of weird stuff...whew..as long as it does'nt end up in my plate...I'm out of here fellows!

Sadhana or morning practice

Every morning between 4am and 7am I sneak out of the house to do my morning Sadhana...

Before the sun rises, I find a cool spot, do a set of Kundalini Yoga exercises, sing some mantras and do meditations...It is said that for every hour of morning Sadhana, you get ten hours of guidance and clarity!!!****
This guidance brought me to India once on a mission. I landed in Bangalore - the street full of people and activities overwhelmed me at first then I met a taxi driver who took me to a sanctuary. A place of peace and tranquility. I stayed there a couple of days to adjust to this new culture and then I went on my mission: a pilgrimage to the Buddhist temple where Buddha sat under a tree and became enlighted.

Week-end plans

Guess what??? I'm home alone this week-end...My human companions are going on some kind of water adventure...not for me! I mean it is a myth that cats don't like water...My friends from Venice beach, they are naturals in the water...I was born in a forest so I'm more of a climber...anyhow, I'm busy planning parties on my social networks....and my ghost writer has to go...Ciao...(^_^)

Parties

Parties...parties...I love them...last night if I understand correctly...the excuse was some French celebration...I don't think French cats have a richer history...

You have no idea what a party is to me...many..many..many hands caressing my fur...Let me enjoy it one more time...many...many hands...I don't care about the food or drinks..really I'm interested in the conversation...My dilemna
is with my super stereo sound system ears, I collect all sounds, mixed it in 1 channel and end up with some non-sense noise...so when you catch the look on my face and wonder what I'm thinking...well guess what? I'm confused about the state of the world...I'm glad I'm a gypsy!

Underwear

Saturday, 10. July 2010, 03:37

I brought my catch as far as I could...I was exhausted after my night hunt...

Went to bed. The following morning my roommates found my treasure hunt....a boxer short not very sexy and somehow drenched by what??? I'm not sure...not the morning dew for sure....Was I so spaced on my last outing that I robbed a washing machine in cycle??? Can't be possible...anyhow, there's tons of unanswered questions in this world, let's add another mystery to this day...So, I digress
I don't think my roommates understand the meaning of my hunt...speech is not my first language...The question is what's the need for underwear??? Do I wear underwear? I've got this natural fur of mine...elastic, soft, warm, cooling effect when I need too, anti-chock just to name a few...What's the use of superficial pieces of fabric, getting dirty, wet, entangled etc..