The house opens wide

The human pulled a stunt I wasn’t expecting. He opened the place up like a speakeasy with all the doors and windows wide. Sliding glass, front door, even the hallway. For the first time since I moved in, the house actually breathed. A soft breeze rolled in, 79 degrees, humidity high but not unbearable — at least not for St. Louis.

Watching from the cat tree

From my perch on the cat tree, I caught it all. The smells, the sounds, the whispers of critters outside. Birds chattering like gossip columnists, bugs droning their endless song. The squirrels? Quiet. Suspiciously quiet. I figure my presence keeps them away. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

One month on the job

Maybe it’s the lazy air, maybe it’s the timing, but I find myself thinking ahead. Tomorrow makes one month in this joint. I’m weighing it all — the pros, the cons, the grievances. Whether this human’s worth the trouble or if I should start casing an escape route.

A 6:30 standoff

Speaking of trouble, we didn’t get off to the smoothest morning. At 6:30 I pulled out a new tactic in my ongoing effort to break the human in. I stormed the bed like it was a crime scene — running across the covers, pouncing on top of him, purring loud enough to rattle the walls, meowing like a siren in the night. Anything to get him up.

He stirred, stumbled to the bathroom, and I thought I had him. But when he came back, he closed the bathroom door behind him. A quiet move, but I knew what it meant. He was plotting. One more step and he’d lock me out of the bedroom completely. So I dialed it back. I let him think he won and I stayed quiet until 8:30.

That’s when I tried again. And this time, the human got up. Victory? Not quite. Out of spite, he headed straight for the shower instead of the kitchen. No food, no can cracked open, nothing but the sound of running water. Eventually he came out and fed me, but not until after the shower. Point to him, maybe. But the game isn’t over.

The case continues

So I’ll give him that. For now. Tomorrow’s another case file, and an anniversary at that.

—Luna 🐾