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~CKL

Being nocturnal is not a lifestyle choice.

The humans have developed a terrible habit lately. They don't refill our food bowls before they go to sleep at night. By dawn, Jasper and I are hungry and pleading for sustenance. In this new mini-house, they've compounded the problem by only putting out the yummy soft food and tuna during the day.

Let's think about this a little bit. Cats are nocturnal. Nocturnal means that Jasper and I are hardwired to sleep during the day and be active at night. If I'm active at night, it might also stand to reason that I eat at night, too. Often, the humans go to bed before the night gets properly started. They just don't see me eat that often.

Trust me; by nighttime, the yummy soft food is far from yummy. It's pretty bad if we don't get to it within the first hour or so. In effect, we're living on half-rations, which means that the bowl of dry food is empty before the night is half over, while the bowl of spoiled wet food goes untouched.

The conclusion seems pretty obvious to me: put more food in the dry bowl, or feed us the wet food after dark.

The humans, however, seem to believe that I'm not eating. She's put me on the scales twice in the last three days. That always means she's not happy with my weight, but what did she expect to happen? It's a pretty clear-cut case of cause and effect: if the available food is nasty, I don't eat as much; if I don't eat as much, I lose weight.

I hope they don't overreact like last time and start squirting the meat-pudding into my mouth. I hate that stuff.

No Country for Sales Tax

That would be the great state of Oregon, thank you very much:


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We stopped here mainly to see some plays at the Ashland Shakespeare Festival. Yesterday we saw Othello and Arthur Miller's A View from the Bridge. Tomorrow night we're seeing The Clay Cart, which should be somewhat less depressing. (You say tragic, we say tomato.)

The stages were dark today, so we drove up and down I-5 shopping for cheese, chocolate, and wine. We also picked up a huge pot of cat grass for $1.98 at Harry & David. Who knew?

~CKL

Plays!

The humans abandoned us on our first day in this new place to go see some "plays." I've never been to a play, but I think it's when a bunch of humans get together to watch other humans put on a TV show in person. Not my thing! TV is boring. It can't be any more interesting to watch live.

I think the humans were bored, too. She said, "'Loved not wisely, but too well.' Hah! If that's love, save us all from being loved too well."

I agree! It's awful to be loved too much. I like cuddles as much as the next cat--maybe even more!--but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

Especially when the humans are sleeping, and I just want them to wake up and feed me. They always have to drag me into an unwanted hug. They always fall asleep again without letting go! It takes forever to wiggle free.