Don’t Tell The Monkeys! I’m On WordPress 2.5!

Shh. I am not ready to be let out of the bag just yet.

My monkeys don’t know that there’s a new version of this bloggy thing out, and as I’ve always been an early adopted kitty, I am the first with the goods. The man monkey has disappeared somewhere, and the monkey lady is totally without a clue.

Apparently I have lots of new abilities and tools and tricks for writing things. The lack of a thumb will be less of an inconvenience naow.

Hrrrmph. ‘Now.’

I do apologize for the lapse. Although I rejoice that we cats have claimed our own dialect of Monkeytalk, I am a personcat of confirmed habits and try not to backslide.

It is difficult, however, as my monkeys have both acquired some fluency with the lingo, though their accents are aPAWlling. Sometimes it is hard work maintaining my usual unflappable dignity. They do sound so funny.

In other news of note, my life here in the big square cave is blissfully happy and I am constantly petted and adored, WHEN the monkeys happen to come back from where ever it is they go.

I make sure of that.

The monkey lady continues to make that “schmip-schmip” noise all over my head and ears, but I’ve learned to live with it and actually enjoy it. They have brought me several new toys, one of which is a rather terrifying thing that I think is called a “hedge-ogg.” It buzzes when the monkeys pull its tail out and then it runs around a little and stops. Perhaps the tail-pulling part hurts?

Most intriguing. I enjoy experimenting with it to see if it likes being tossed up in the air.

Also, the monkeys replaced my boingy thing, which had gotten less and less boingy.  Now the stick part is a different color and the treat on the string is like a fishy, but the boingy part is satisfactory. The other day I pulled it off of the window (sometimes it is stuck there with a thing like a sticky paw) and brought it to the monkey lady for her review.

She is rather bright for a monkey; she caught on eventually that I wanted her to hold the stick and make the boingy thing go.

Must dash, as the birdies are outside the window and I am compelled to return to my observations of them. These particular birdies are red-nosed berry-pickers and rose-bellied rain whistlers. Last week, there were some of the ones I call “long-necked rilly big honkers” out there. No sign of any of the smaller “short-necked Mr-and-Mrs Quackers” that seem to travel in pairs and investigate bushes that are ju-u-u-u-st out of sight around the outer corner of the cave.

Oh! And earlier today, a very tiny little plain grey cheeper landed just outside the entrance to the cave and seemed to be looking for a place to live. That would be interesting as little cheepers have lived out there before, AND THEY HAD BAYBEES, which flew away after a few weeks. I hope that happens again.

I shall enjoy keeping a journal. So many interesting things to report on that happen outside the safety of my cave.