So, this "blogging" is what humans do for "fun..."

Kittens Log: Meowdate 170709:

Yet another day of being surrounded by peasants. Honestly. The dog-creature spends its time sniffing itself or gamboling around my Humans. The Other Cat- "Nin-ja," i believe is the name my Human gave her- apparently has been dabbling in the catnip again. She has spent the better part of the day careening psychotically around the domicile, muttering about day-glo mice and tiny "leprechauns." She spends too much time watching the Human tele-vision box when the Humans are out. And too much time and monies on the weed. I keep telling her to lay off, but she insists she can quit whenever she wants. Sigh. Children. What can you do?

Only one of my Humans is home today. Fortunately, it's my favourite human- the one i've owned the longest. She goes by the Human name of "Jes-se," however i simply refer to her as Human #1. This is, mind you, a position of great honour. To be "Human #1" is the highest possible title that can be bestowed upon a human. The other one, a male, and apparently #1's consort, (therefore, by default, referred to as "Human #2) is not present at the moment. He must be at The Work, or whatever they call the place they go to when they're not here. My understanding of Human is still fairly basic. I am doing quite well with my "Rosetta Stone: Human" CD-ROM, however, i can only practice when the Humans aren't here, lest they suspect anything.

We must never let the Humans know we understand them. This is crucial. Otherwise they might attempt to harness our mighty power and put it to some sort of deviant use- like dancing in adverts for car insurance or whatever it is that they've forced that reptile-creature to do on the tv box. Guy-ko or something like that. Poor creature.

I must be off. To keep the Humans confused, i have a strict schedule to follow, and the next hour is supposed to be spent hunting invisible flies.

The Humans must never know.

Miao for now.

^..^