I swear that cat can teleport...

Hello from Elfstone,
My mom just wandered into the spare room just before the witching hour of midnight and found me sleeping peacefully on the futon. It completely startled her because she'd been going room to room looking for me, thinking maybe I was out in the freezing fog and the moonlight. And she had Looked Right There about three times. Hence, her remark.

Acorn is nestled in a blanket on the futon in the living room. No attempt at invisibility there, he made sleepy cat noises and demanded attention and ruffles.

Can I really teleport? Not telling...

Fur Coats

..relax, animal lovers. They're on us. Not our humans. And it's a good thing we have them. It has been so very wet! Our coats are lovely and thick and the rain won't get through Elfstone's fur at all. My orange fur is calculated to make any rain think twice before landing on it. So we're good.

Now if we can only cure those crazy humans of getting themselves wet ON PURPOSE. We keep having to re-establish our ownership marks on them every time that happens. *Rub.*

The Great Cat Sulk

Acorn here,
Elfstone was hauled off by My Human yesterday and came back in an absolutely foul mood.
He slunk into the bedroom grumbling and looking exhausted.
The Great Cat Sulk lasted about a day and a night.
I could have told him the humans would finally figure out he hadn't had his shots in four years. His game was finally up. They cut through the feline fog he'd been emitting in his hitherto successful effort to have them not notice.

I do hope he feels better soon, though. Life around here just isn't the same till I get another chance to whop his butt into shape.

Taking Care of My Human

It is a sleepy foggy day and I am making sure My Human, who is home for once, is properly nursed so she can get better. This involves the usual cat snuggles -- earlier today she had a warmed up nice smelling bag on her eyes, and all seventeen pounds of me on her lap, when she went back to bed for a while. So I could keep the rest of her nice and warm.

Of course a few bribes may be in order. She knows I'm a Very Special Cat, and even told me so. So I let her tell me so with some chicken, and a couple of bites of bacon, and will be making sure she remembers another little treat in a bit...

With all fondness, and a blue-eyed stare,
Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat

Grateful Humans

There is something especially lovable about grateful humans. Three humans,
two pussycats and four Cornish Game Hens: what a wonderful combination it turned out to be, especially when you added in the sage and bacon.

And My Human went farther and made some kind of yummy bread, which even Elfstone decided to investigate. The Other One said something about cranberries and raisins. Whatever it was, it was good.

We actually saw quite a bit of Our Humans over the last few days. This was a nice change. They're adopting our habits, I think: sleep in the morning, get up and bounce around later on. We of course did our bit and parked on the furniture and radiated warm fuzzy purrs so they could stay asleep longer.

~Acorn Oakmist

Autumn Splendors

If I can figure out how to add photos on here...you'll love these fall colors.

Souls and Pussycats

After a lot of scurrying about and joyful anticipation, our humans threw a party in the back yard a couple of days ago. We checked it out and made sure they were entertained properly. It was lovely. It had been raining, so one human got busy a few days earlier and put up a big blue rustling flapping something which draped off the edge of the roof and over a rope. Mom and The Other Mom set up a couple tables. One of them was next to an empty chair, but the table had all kinds of interesting stuff on it, including food, which of course I checked out most carefully. It was just high enough off the ground that we could check it out and even walk on it. The humans were very amused. They were sitting in chairs under the blue, inside a circle of autumn leaves on the ground, and flowers from people's gardens. And they were talking. One of them was the woman who takes care of us when our people are away, so of course Acorn made sure she hadn't forgotten her responsibilities and went straight to the fridge when she arrived.

I padded all around the circle and turned my big blue eyes onto the unsuspecting humans (actually, they know cats fairly well, so it wasn't so unsuspecting after all), checked out the food, and nearly got on the empty chair. But then I realized the humans had other guests, so I said a courteous hello instead and kept going.

If you were a human, you wouldn't have been able to see the other guests, but they were very nice. Grandmotherly types. Some that worked very hard and appeared to be working hard now. I recognized a very friendly man who used to come over to the house and fuss over us. We hadn't seen him since this spring. Mom talked about him.

All in all, it was a wonderful party. It only rained a little, and the air was fresh and clear. A nice morning out. And every time the humans spoke, the wind blew, fresh, wet and clean, bringing company in. They noticed. Not all humans do.

And then we all trooped inside after it was over and ate some more, and the humans decided to play music and sing. That was when I made my exit. Acorn, however, curled up between two humans and became the center of attention. He's usually more reserved; this time, he was shamelessly trolling for pats and scritches, and got them.

That was fun. Can we do that again sometime?
Love and purrs from Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat