Accidental Tourist

Tomorrow, I am being picked up by Evona the Cat Angel. I have two words on this: paper towels.

Feline Love

I'm adored, accidents and all. As it is and ever shall be.


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Blog the Change

Thanks to VOKRA, my life and the lives of others are saved. I am especially grateful because many do not understand my condition . With guidance and a supportive forever home, I can live a long, healthy life. You don't want to know what often happens instead. Yes -- a helmet and generous padding help, but so does a new attitude. Vokra saved my pregnant mother and in this act committed to saving me. I can't believe my luck. Visit the site.

And, say hello to Dog Piano:


Do more than Blog the Change -- be the change.

Survival Essentials

I have recently discovered the secrets to Second Breakfast. Here's how I do it. First, between 4:00 and 5:00 every morning, I begin my rounds. I start with a plaintive cry which gradually builds to heaving myself fairly violently (though safely) against all furniture obstacles and doors. My humans, Merrianne and Paul, respond consistently well to this behaviour, which, as it turns out, is an unbeatably effective attention getter. One of the two leads the way or picks me up...into the kitchen and provides a delicious, healthy snack. We perform various ablutions and just when they are ready to tuck into sleeping soundly, I sound off again. Since one has already accompanied me, the other takes over. I must add, though, that the key step to success in the doubling of the snacks is to prevent clear communication between them. This can be done in any number of wily ways, as I'm sure you already know. Thus, we have second breakfast. One day, I managed to eat two second breakfasts and a couple of second dinners too. I don't think they were irritated by this at all. Do you?

Shakespeare's Cat

I think the bard had a cat named Rose, though I'm not sure how sweet she smelled. My name, though, is a little more controversial than this. Please know that Lemon is a good association, not bad and certainly not critical of me. This, I understand. And, you should too. Lemon is sweet and so I am. Pie tasty goodness.

Now...what gives with that ear tattoo?

Meow

Welcome to Adventures in Catland. I am Lemon and I am your host. Everyone has a story to tell and I'm no different. I have nine plus lives, though, and more each day. This blog will reveal how this is so. I'm a special needs feline as you will see.

But first, I need to scratch. And a little walk down the hall: