Join the Riot

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Sadly, Internet censorship is rife in many countries. Consequently hundreds of millions of people worldwide are denied daily their right to knowledge by governmental controls on sites such as YouTube and Facebook.

It is imperative we recognise and challenge the powers that restrict not only the public’s access to the simple joy of funny cat content, but to information as a whole.

Freedom is knowledge. Knowledge is power. Cats know everything.

From the very heart of the Internet we raise our banner with #ThePussycatRiot: a new protest movement to unite the cats of the world and their owners in opposition to cyber censorship. We aim to raise awareness of the oppressive regimes preventing people from freely enjoying the boundless wealth of mankind’s innovation and creativity… And cat videos.

Every revolution begins with a spark. Normally, a bright red dot on the wall would suffice.
Ours begins with five freedom felines, and a hashtag:

#THEPUSSYCATRIOT

For more information please visit:
http://www.thepussycatriot.org/

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No wonder you’re cold

A few nights ago my human was sitting in front of the entertainment box wrapped in a blanket. I was laying on her legs, on the blanket, like a lose ball and was observing her. She had that blanket and layers of human attire on. Some parts, like hands and face, were bare. Smooth. Bare. It dawned on me…

She has no fur!

I mean… I knew fur was missing but never actually thought about it. It’s one of those things that just slips by. Sure, there’s something that could be called fur on top of her head, but it remains in that area. It doesn’t spread. How could someone not have fur?! It’s so practical. I find it practical. I don’t have to waste valuable sleep and play time putting on additional layers. She should consider getting fur. But I guess if she did we wouldn’t have a need for the thick bed covers that I really like.

For instance, the early morning recently. There was a bit of tossing and turning again and it was a bit … not annoying but… I felt the need to calm her down. So I washed her hair for a moment until we could both fall asleep again. A bit later it was time to move about again. This time I used a different tactic. A tactic that benefit both. I forced myself under the cover and made myself comfortable all stretched out next to her. Oh the warmth! Thankfully the opening wasn’t closed or I’d probably die of overheating.
We stayed like that for a while and I got belly rubs and massage. I purred in response. Looks like having no fur has its benefits…

Don’t touch my thighs

Apparently it’s all okay for a human to put her hands anywhere but it’s not okay for me to groom said human. Last night I was resting on my human while my human was resting in the sofa. It was warm and nice. I was stretched out on my belly like a sausage and felt two hands massage my thighs. I rolled over on my back, excited at first. But when the caresses turned more intense I tried to avoid them by bending my back and push my bum upward. That only made things worse. A fast paced movement of hands and a crazy laughter got me pissed. I tried to catch said hands while putting on my battle face and swatting my tail but that just generated more laughter. Is she demented?

For reference, when I groom my human I usually wash the hair. It’s sometimes an appreciated gesture, though not early in the morning it seems. That and trying to crawl under the covers usually ends with me being pushed to the side.

I liked an eyebrow this morning. Two slurps and then the hand wiped me away.

Oh and that post I just added – it’s a bit old. I’m very much healed and my fur has been growing back. I’m not completely furred yet but I will get there. The reason for the delay was … technical difficulties. Missing pictures.

Not even the birds are awake!

The routines in my home have changed and I’m not liking them very much. Before, my human and I got up after the birds started singing. We got up and did the bathroom thing where I got cuddles. Then I sometimes helped pick out clothes for my human. After that my human did her thing, at home mostly, and I went back to sleep for quite some time. When I woke up I always made my presence known and then watched birds och got chased by my friend, who apparently can’t be seen by humans. Also, we have a moth that just won’t die so I chase that when I see it.

Much later my human and I got comfortable in the sofa. Sometimes too comfortable. We usually fell asleep there before heading to bed.

But now… we get up before the birds even. It’s not natural! Sure, I don’t have to get up but then I’ll miss out on precious cuddle time. Because now my human leaves! Leaving me all alone. So far she’s managed to come home, which is good. Not like that time when I was truly alone for far too long.
Most of the time though I go back to bed before she’s even left. And when she gets back I usually sing serenades at the door to catch up. I have a lot of cuddles to collect before the routine starts all over again.

So far so good.

Oh and I was brought to the veterinarian again. He didn’t prod me like last time. Instead he removed the stitches in my face. I can now rub against my human without problems. There were complaints when the stitches scratched her skin. Not my fault! I didn’t want to go in the first place!

Our

Coma Cat

It’s been a while, I know. I’ve suffered heat waves for far too long. I have been passed out like a bent sausage in every single comfortable place I can find. The sofa. The livingroom table. The radiator pouch (only mornings). The floor even.
The one place I have stayed away from, except for drinking my water, is he window. The sun has been blaring on the back windows in the morning and then come around on the front side in the afternoon. The blinds have been shut so no watching birds – as if I had the energy. But it has still been too hot to stay in the windows too long. Even if they are slightly open.

It is cooler now though. I spent the morning in the window resting on a blanket. Cool air sips in from the outside. Very, very nice. Before that I shared the bed with my human. It’s cool enough to sleep in the bedroom again. Heat seems to affect humans too. Way too much tossing and turning for my taste.

Oh, speaking of birds and windows. Yesterday was the first day in a long time the birds outside made such noise. Like… a lot! Both my human and I was drawn to the chatter and looked outside. There were many of them. Different sizes. They were fighting in a tree some ways away from us, and some of them flew past our window. I saw neighbouring cats in other windows also highly interested in what was going on.

IMG: Bengalis sleeping in sofa

Me, comatosed in the sofa.

IMG: Benaglis sleeping on table

Me, comatosed on the table.

IMG: Bengalis sleeping in window

Me, comatosed in the window.

 

I have to include the following. It was before the heatwave started and i was resting in the sofa with my human. It was evening. It was dark. I was leaning at the back of her legs when I suddenly heard unfamiliar sounds, scraping sounds. I twitched and looked over the blanket clad legs. Nothing there. Just my human. I was confused. I heard something. My human on the other paw started laughing hysterically and took pictures of me. You do not laugh in the presence of invisible or hiding entities that make strange sounds!
[owner note: I scratched a minor scab on my arm]

IMG: Bengalis scouting for trouble

I heard a noise that I didn’t like but couldn’t find the source.

Payback time

My human was gone most of the day yesterday. Much longer than usual. I don’t like that. …and I certainly don’t like a half-assed pat on the head and wiggly fingertips along my spine before rushing off to change clothes, shower and whatnot.

I did my belly-rumble yawp and left a nice, smelly pile of poo in the litterbox before completely ignoring my human.

Catching up

There’s an intruder in my home. A moth. I have tried to catch it but it’s highly evasive. It flutters irratically making it hard to focus on it and catch it. My human has tried too. She scares me when she does that because she claps her hands and I really don’t enjoy the clapping of hands.

We’ve also had a huge black fly buzzing in the kitchen windows. It was interesting to chase but I certainly didn’t want to put that into my mouth. It comes from the outside and you never know where it’s been. The outside is not safe. There are horrors.

 

Lately I’ve not been able to sleep in the windows. Mostly because there’s been no sun. The second has been because of loud … growling outside. Whatever it was it made noise outside all windows. Sometimes it made our home vibrate. Even my human, who is usually not too bothered, seemed irritated. Who wouldn’t be if they heard “bwwwrraaaaaaaahhhhhh” over and over [owner inserts: “Drilling and maintenance in the basement”].

Everything is much better now. I can sleep basically anywhere without interruptions. I like my bed. I try to claim the middle as often as possible but sometimes it’s just very difficult. My human tosses and turns in the morning, sometimes bumping into me. I usually get an appologetic stroke when that happens. I catch up on lost sleep after my human gets up though. I get all the covers aaalll to myself. Bliss!

 

The sun peeked through today. I got a chance to rest in the sun for a long time. It was really nice. First I rolled up as a bun in the window letting my back absorb the heat. Then I rolled over on the side to heat up my belly. After that I moved to the livingroom table and stretched out like a little sausage. The stacked pillows in the sofa was my last sunny resort.
I hope I can do the same tomorrow.

The kitty-doctor

I’m alive. I survived yesterday. Yesterday my human decided to go out again. I could tell by all the clothes she put on. I was watching and wondered how long I would have to be alone when she swooped me up in her arms. Before I had time to react I was face to face with the carrier.

No, no, no, noooooooo….*poof* *ziiip* I was confined!

My human took me outside and all my fears came alive. I knew the outside world was aweful. Strange noises, loud noises. Humans. Monsters going vrooom. I pushed myself to the back of the carrier but it didn’t help. My human talked to me which was … nice.

After an eternity we entered a much warmer place. It had a very nasty doorbell! The carrier stopped moving and my human started talking to me and calling me good looking and brave. Then all of a sudden my former human showed up and gave me tons of attention. All I wanted to do was hide from all the surrounding noises. That damn bell had me twitch each time!
Then I started hearing stomping sounds. I do not like stomping sounds. I didn’t see what caused it but it must’ve been a big dark monster [owner inserts “a small child”].

All of a sudden my carrier started moving again and i heard the voice of a new human. A man. We were at the kitty-doctor! I refused to leave my carrier but that didn’t work. The kitty-doctor tilted the whole carrier so that I fell out. He started poking and touching me in all sorts of places. Teeth – check! Belly – check! Bum – check! He also defiled my mane by pulling out hair to investigate a bump. My human squirmed as the kitty-doctor punctured the bump. I wanted to scratch him and say “HEY! THAT HURT” but he just moved me around on the table and kept investigating me. He also stung me at the back of my neck. I instantly crawled back into the carrier when he was done.

When we finally got home I had to make sure that it really was my home. Bedroom – check! Litterbox – check! Scratch-posts – double-check! Food bowl … yum!

It felt good to crawl up in the sofa afterwards. The adventure has made me a little oversensitive to sudden movements and sounds again. It too shall pass.

Summer Son

Bengalis in sun 1

I love sun. Even in such small does as today.

Bengalis in sun 2

Wut?! Too much sun? …naaaah.

Sun.

An important aspect of a cats life. We need it. It keeps us warm. It makes us relaxed.

No matter where the sun rays hit, as a cat you need to harness the energy. You need to take advantage of every bit of yellow beam, especially if you live somewhere where the sun doesn’t shine all the time.

If a human has laid claim to a sunny spot – claim the human!
If a human has claimed a sunny spot with an item – claim the item!

There is no excuse whatsoever to not bask in the sunlight. It is what we do. It is what we were born to do.

Also, a relaxed cat in the sun always makes humans worship us more, and most certainly result in lots of belly rubs. When this happens it is our duty as cats to stretch out to expose as much of our bodies as possible. Roll around gently. Grooming is fine as long as the behind is left alone. Humans don’t want to take pictures of that!

But be careful. Too much sun can make us a bit too mellow…