The Cat versus the Currawong is a story on constant repeat here. The currawong has been quite active out on the balcony today and madam has been beside herself. Barely moved from her spot near the screen door where she can glare at it and make that weird little noise cats do.

Waking up earlier these days so I’m putting that extra time to good use. I’m sitting for about 20-30mins in my chair reading so The Cat can jump up beside me. Any day that starts with a cat on your lap is going to be a good day.

I’m getting “you went away and I’m disappointed in you” vibes from The Cat.

A black and white cat sitting on the edge of a couch staring intently at the photographer

If there was any doubt about who runs this household … the cat just walked over to the balcony door, sat down and turned her head to look at me and I said “sorry, I’ll be there in a moment”. 🐈

Starting the Microblogvember challenge with a photo of the fine figure of a feline, Ms Ali. This gorgeous girl brings me joy every day. She is not a needy cat but is never far away from me when I’m home, usually watching me going about my day.

A lazy start to Sunday morning. I’m reading and The Cat is napping, which is likely her plan for the rest of the day as well.

I didn’t even need to look to know there was a bird on the balcony, the cat’s stare was enough of a giveaway.

The supervisor seems unimpressed by this zoom meeting.

The cat giving me her please don’t follow me around singing face moments before going to hide in the bedroom. 🐈

“Should have bought me a hammock”.

Not content with slowing clawing the chair to pieces the cat has been making the underneath a little hiding spot. This is why I think of it as the ‘sacrificial chair’.