I've nothing to say. See you next week. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Miao, miao. The days are getting cooler. I wonder if it has anything to do with what my humans are saying, "It feels like Fall." Fall who? Is Fall one of those tiny doggies that wandered and sniffed around the backyard yesterday morning. Some kind of chihuahua they were.  Miao. I thought I was seeing double. They both wore pink halters. Miao, miao. Maya and Daisy were their names. I was lying in the Shady Room when Maya came into view. She was too busy checking out the plants to notice me. I had almost tip-toed into the Sunny Room when I came across Missus Lady talking to Long Blonde Hair who suddenly reached down to pick up Daisy. Humpf. "Molly isn't bothered at all," Missus Lady said, "If they were cats, she'd be snarling by now." Missus Lady got that right. The doggies were so much nicer than the cats that try to take over my territory. Those cats have no shame. Miao.  Daisy and Maya are welcome to wander around my yard anytime.

Yesterday evening Hero Man told Missus Lady where my newest favorite spot is in the backyard. Miao. "The apple tree on the north end?" Missus Lady asked, playing on her computer. "Yeah. She stares at something in the tree. It's like she's waiting for something. Maybe she saw a baby bird fall out of the tree." "Apples are always falling. She can get bonkered!" Miao. Bonkered. I never thought of that. Miao. Hero Man chuckled. "Maybe that's how cats get high. They get hit in the head, they're suddenly stoned." "And, seeing stars!" Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Miao. That's not funny.  "We're not laughing at you, Molly," said Hero Man. "We love you." Silly humans. I love them anyway. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Someone once asked my humans, "Where does Molly sleep?" "Wherever she wants." So true.  Purrrrrrrrrr. During the day, they let me wander in the backyard. I sleep all over the yard. One of my favorite spots is beneath the avocado tree shielded by the butterfly bush. The only times they won't let me sleep out there is when it's raining, it's too cold, or it's too hot. And, when they go away. I don't really have a best sleeping spot indoors. I like to circulate to keep Hero Man and Missus Lady on their toes. Missus Lady is really good at finding and cleaning my throw-ups almost right away. My humans don't make me feel bad when it happens. They tell me it happens to the best of us. They also say that they would love it if I would do it on the tiles in the hallway. Sometimes I can oblige. Last night, I slept with my humans, next to Missus Lady's feet. That's the safest place to be. She doesn't turn much. I like t

Miao. On Sunday, after a whole week of traipsing about every day, my humans lazed about the house. They also did a bit of puttering. Over breakfast, I overheard my humans agreeing that Hero Man will put in new light bulbs in the kitchen. They've been using the kitchen stove light and a flickering light above the sink for several nights. Late afternoon, Missus Lady thumped down the stairs from the office to fix lunper (lunch + supper). After she stuck the chicken into the toaster oven, she opened the hallway closet and pulled out bags and packages of all sorts of light bulbs. For weeks, Hero Man said to Missus Lady, "We need light bulbs." She answered, "We have a lot in the closet." Said he, "I looked." Said she, "They're there." Hero Man was surprised to see all the light bulbs in the hallway. "Where were they?" Missus Lady replied, "In the bookcase in the closet." Said he, "All I found was the bag with the l

My adoption papers say that I was born on August 8, 2010. That means I'll be turning eight on Wednesday. Three cheers for me: Miao! Miao! Miao! For my birthday: I wish the day to not be too hot.  I wish to hang outside most of the day.  I wish tasty food for my meals.  And, I wish Hero Man and Missus Lady to stay home and be available to cater to all my needs.  That's my birthday wishes. Purrrrrrrrrr.  This is me 6 years ago when I adopted Missus Lady, Hero Man, and Little Old Lady. Almost right away, my Humans let me explore the outdoors. At first they followed me to make sure I didn't go outside our property lines.   I miss hanging out with Little Old Lady. What's the big deal with these computers? They took out the shed so I have nothing to climb anymore. See you next Monday.

Ciao, Sono Molly la Gatta. Molly the Cat, I am, to the rest of you. Missus Lady said if I wanted to write Monday posts, have at it. Quindi eccomi qui. So here I be. For as long as I want, I shall be Monday's guest blogger on The View from the Top of the Ladder . (It's time for a new name, agree?) Meow. Or, should you prefer, miao. Have you read any Italian words so far? Sorry. Scusa. That's the Missus Lady inserting Italian words as I dictate to her.  Missus Lady is learning Italian in a very disorderly way. Does she sign up for a class or listen to tapes? No (same in Italian, by the way a proposito, lo stresso in Italiano). When she remembers she wants to learn Italian, she finds an online translator thing and keys in English phrases. Then she says the Italian version a few times,  causing Hero Man, should he be in the office, to ask, "What are you saying over there?" Hero Man is learning Italian, too, but he waits until the Missus Lady tells him w