OH, Very Well!
Do you know, it is very difficult to have the self-discipline to write one’s online journal when one is compltely thumbless and dependent on monkeys leaving their computers unguarded?
Yes, I, Riley, have not been able to keep up with my literary pursuits. A review of the previous entries reveals, moreover, that there is very little “action” in my life of leisure. I still, indeed, search out the warmest spots in the square cave in an ongoing research project. I also monitor nefarious dried leaves and bizarre un-catlike creatures which scurry about just outside the windows in the front and back of the cave. And I still enjoy sleeping on my monkeys’ feet, head-bumping them, and being held, petted, and adored.
Most disturbingly, they continue to go away periodically, leaving me at the mercy of a rather nice visiting cat lady. These absences are always preceded by a disturbance in the Forts, that is, in the “no no Riley” rooms where they store the big rolling wheelie boxes that they put their clothes in before they go away, and also in the secret underlair where the rumpus machines make their clothes smell better.
Yes, you can’t fool me, my monkeys: I always know when you are plotting an escape. But you are under my control, and you always come back.
One time they went away just a short time, and came back very sad. My monkeylady came back after my monkeyman. I don’t know why. But she brought back a lot of stuff with her that smelled of the old monkeylady she must have visited that one time. And some more stuff showed up later. I’m afraid I showed undue interest in some of it and I have been prevented from “seasoning” it. The less said about that, the better. I was merely claiming it, however.
Another time, they went away a long time, but they apparently drove their noisy box rather than being taken away in somebody else’s. I think they were talking about a “rode trip” that time. They brought back more stuff from that other place they went. They were REALLY happy when they got back. Well, I should hope so, I greeted them cordially enough.
Yet another time, they went away to one of those fishy-smelling places, but I don’t think they had a good time. They were both sick and making a barking sound when they left, and they were still barking (but smelled of old fish) when they got back. Serves them right.
More recently, they went away someplace far enough away that they gathered a lot of fancy gadgets. They both have become sadly addicted to gadgets, in my opinion, and both have the kind that they either attach to their ears with little white strings, or they talk into them, or they spend hours looking and and swiping at with their paws. Anyway, they bought new backbags to carry all their gadgets in, and packed up their wheelie-rollers and off they went.
The bizarre thing is they both talked slightly differently when they came back, FINALLY. They must have been someplace where the appawling monkeybabble is subtly different from what it is around here.
My bawoingy-thing has lost all its bawoingy, and so I do hope that they will rectify this situation. Also, I’ve hidden all the fuzzy mice again. Drat the lack of front-knivesI I can’t hook them out from under the… never you mind where.
Life is still good. I am still King of this square cave. The monkeys are still my adoring subjects and give me offerings of my preferred herbal indulgence, skritches, and GREENIES!!! Oh, how I love my GREENIES, they make me absolutely go into a tizzy.
I suppose I shall have to update my Facebook page now that I’ve gotten back into being a Felinis Bloggaricus. Now wondering if I should also hunt for tweets or Twitters or online birdies as the monkeys currently do, too.