Diamond Cat by Sasha

Lynettea told me that some people actually laughed at some of her poems. I was mortified for her, but she didn’t seem too worried. She is obviously not as sensitive as a cat would be. I don’t appreciate ridicule at all and get annoyed if her ‘friends’ laugh at what I write.

Her ‘friends’ also ate all the food before she had a chance to get any. I really felt sorry for her and let her brush my coat for a while to help her settle down.

I think I will have a lie down this morning, as it has been raining. Strange to see the falling water – I am quite unused to it. Nasty on the paws, but it may bring out a few morsels later. I didn’t get a chance to look for any last night as Lynettea had to go to her launch late in the afternoon and didn’t get back until it was ‘too late to go out now Diamond’ time.

I quite enjoy a walk in the dark, but Lynettea is likely to get bitten by mosquitoes or a spider on her or ‘fall over in the pitch black’. Humans are a strange lot.

The last few times I have taken her out I have renewed my interest in climbing on the trunk and branch of the grape vine. Lynettea was quite excited to see me take my run up from the back fence and down the side of the house and then climb straight up the trunk. She wasn’t so pleased when I got onto a branch and had to turn around carefully to get down.

She kept giving me instructions like ‘turn this way Diamond. You will get your lead tangled if you go under that vine,’ etc. Of course I got down with no trouble and dashed right back to my enclosure with my tail up.
Maybe life will settle down to normal after this.