Category: Daisy’s Blog

Sukie is my first cousin – posted his picture- so they have informed me. A dog for a cousin and he is mostly white. Me, I am truly biracial. What is the world coming to – Dogs and Cats!
He is cute but jumps a lot, not the way I behave around humans. I really don’t like dog behaviour as they are such sucks, get a backbone doggies. Looking for affection from anyone, not a good idea. I tried to tell him that – act like you don’t care and they will do the tricks to make sure they have your attention. There is no telling him that. He adores his family, I do too but they will never know this. Sometimes when dad talks to me I ignore him. Can’t do that with Mum as she has had cats since she was a wee little girl ( can you see her as a little girl, must have been a bossy brat.) Uncle Richard loves Sukie but he is like me a cat. Pretends he has his love controlled with Sukie. Mum said I send love messages with my eyes, she has my soft spot. Dad just loves me to bits and I have him under my control. I got to give Suk a few lessons to control his family, especially Uncle R. Aunt Odi just smiles. I think she is like Mum and knows the games we little family members play. The guys are easier. Sukie, wake up old chap.

The idea of love is difficult for humans as it has so many conditions in their relationships. For us in the other kingdom, we play we eat and we sleep. Sometimes we fight. Love is always there for us in all that we do. We love to play, we love oh yes we love to eat and don’t ask about sleep. I am told I sleep 65% of my life. That is a lot of love. As for fighting, we love that too. Dogs bark and rarely bite; but we scratch. NO voice just paws with claws and at times a bit of teeth. That is love too. Love of self. You see, I just explained love and it is so easy. I can love you because I know how to love myself. This is the first step. The next one is to teach dogs how to love themselves 100%. That task is a bit more difficult. If you have an idea let me know so I can help poor Sukie. Either he listens to me or I will have to send him to a self help group with the 12 step programme. Oh my goodness, Mum told me to stop stealing lines from her pdf files. The Dog and love stuff is all mine, Chow for now.

PS: I do not like water or swim. Will give them a big bite if they try!!!!

Your Daisy 

Aunt Aloma, it is me Daisy.

I have a blog. Ha Ha before you. Well I have been using Mum’s PC and I tell her what to write. she hates being told what to do, you know that.
I know you like to travel, if you find a chap do not let him know about me as you know how men are about cats! Tell them I can give you a reference about how loving you are.  So watch out how you treat me the next time you visit. Remember, I now have the cards and you have to show me more love than before, and you cannot laugh at my being fat anymore.
Dad liked dogs first then he met Molly and Me. Ha ha, I am shaking as I laugh, he thought we were like dogs and we ignored him. Now I am number 1. I own him now and Mum can’t do a rat’s a__! She hated that as well, oh I control the house.

Aunt Aloma, you are so cute. You pretend that I am not as important but you love me. I know. You are not a cat person but you love me.
I hear you have a little one – a girl Ann. I know you love her but do not think that I will let you forget me.
I like to know if she is plump like me or I am a bit fatter? Not size just fat.
Can you make a cake for me? I want to give it to Uncle Richard for Odi. I can’t bake as I have paws. What a mess!
You cook, you sew, you travel – how do you find time? And you are on the phone to Mum! I must say you both talk for hours. What do you have to talk about for such a long time. Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish.

Oh, I have to go to sleep. Love you in hot CA, USA. We are hot too  this July 2013 so I am not in the Sun-room what a pain. I own the sun-room and they don’t know. Humans like to think they own me but I own them. Can’t travel like you – they feel pain in leaving me and I make them feel so guilty. I love guilty. But I have another tacit for you which I will not share with the world. Anyway beautiful lady, I must say good night. Love you and Hugs, Your little Daisy

The TV is on and everyone is concerned. Why? This talk of justice.
No one cares about how I feel about the racoons. I don’t like that they climb on my roof. I have rights.
They have larger eyes than me. Mum has taught me that we are all part of this community, me part of them?
No way. I am different. I am an indoor cat, white and black. Some call me black and white but why?
That is racism. White racism – I mean I am allowed to use the word white to start with, does not have to be black and white.. Mum said I could not get a gun in Canada so that this idea is just an American idea of bullying.
Humans have real problems and I should not be making fun about the stupid laws they make.

I have no problems with the racoons as I never get to see them. I am locked inside. Poor Racoons have no home, no food and no one to pamper them. So when I stand my ground I am saying I am thankful that someone is there for me and takes care of me. Not that stupid law that kills other people. The justice system is all wrong in the USA and they should not try and teach the world to be more like them.

Canada is multicultural that means it includes me as well. I am staying in Canada and will not move to the USA

It is not what you say but what you do. Humans think that dogs with their big voice are much smarter than us cats – I hate calling myself a cat. Not that I am ashamed of being a cat but living with humans I find myself a bit different from ‘cats.’ Forgive me but I am not a snob. Just trying to understand life.
What is in a label? Cat, dogs, humans? It counts when others look at you.

As Daisy – use my name! I am me. I do not communicate much with my voice but when I do they are thrilled to hear it. You see, watching dogs I learned that giving too much of yourself will deplete the respect others have for you. You must know when to give information – oh!!! and to who. There is nothing more disturbing than someone you just saw goes on and on. Too close. I say to Mum can you make them shut up (she is a therapist – and just has that face) but of course she does not do anything. She know who she can trust with information. I hear them talking to each other – Mum and Dad but they keep stuff to themselves. Letting others know or asking questions for information makes for strange bedfellows. I know I sleep with Mum and Dad. They are always talking to me so I know more about them then they know of me – get my point? Of course they trust me as I never talk about other people, let alone myself.

Now about them tricks! No cat who has any pride performs for others. This is because we respect ourselves. We know that we were not born to jump around to make others feel they have power over us. I do not have to perform to be liked – who cares, I love myself. So we have taught humans how to respect us. We know what they are saying and asking but ignoring them creates a certain amount of respect. They can like us but they have to earn our trust.
Trust is there but they know if they go to far that we have claws. Boy, they hate getting scratched. If we get bugged we just ignore the person and distance ourselves from them. No way are we going to have a relationship with someone that is not to our standards. One has to have values. We cats know how to ignore people. Watch me.

What am I saying about life? Is is about respect, trust and boundaries. I have a wonderful life and everyone loves me. What do I give in return? well, they have to work to get my attention, they have to think that I need t hem, they have to get my affection – now you get my drift??  Have fun trying to be me. Can you???? See the rewards. Hugs from Daisy (really?)

Bangladesh what is this? Maybe they were going to get me a new type of expensive food. I know they only want the best for me. I was sitting in my sun room thinking of what next to eat when I heard Mother Merle talking to Dad about this. She just goes on and on. Always saying something of how these people in developed countries should be tried for murder.
Oh no, people died! It was about cheap labour in another country. All I do is think about myself and never what happens to others. That is how it should be for my kind in this world. So this has nothing to do with me, I can go back to sleep.
After all, if humans do not care about others why should a privileged cat take an interest in human rights and social justice. They are just big words with no real meaning when it comes to buying clothes, and all the other things my human parents buy. So why are they upset, must be a human thing to do – be upset and do nothing to change their way of living.  Selfish they sometimes call me, no it is just being me. Human’s are the selfish lot. They do not care about how others live in another country. I watch TV so I do see stuff.  I tune my parents  talk out but if the continue talking they will not bother what I am doing or not doing. Human concerns with no actions, makes for my liberty to sleep, eat, and sleep – I want humans to stop discussing this and act on something.

Let me tell you how it all started. I was lost. Really lost. I came to this home and they gave me some food. Nice, but there was a big black ‘cat’. Then I looked at the house next door. There was another one like me inside. Some people call me a cat, but I am not just a cat. I am special, I am more, almost like the two legged humans.
I then saw Mum who was talking to this other me, Molly. I knew I had to get into this home. Then I saw Grandma.  She was sweet and she loved this Molly but Molly did not go to her.  Hello, foolish one!
I knew she needed me, me! How do I tell them my name. They won’t understand me.

My task was to get noticed. I rolled around and jumped around in the back yard. Then Mum noticed me. Pay dirt! She came out, but I heard her say – this cat is fat, must belong to someone. Oh, my goodness! She won’t take me in.

When the sun went down, I was frightened. It was going to rain. Rain! I am going to get wet and it will be… I could not think – I had to get in.
Last effort. I went to the glass door and stood up against it. Four paws flat , with my eyes wide. Mum saw me and went to the front door. At this I rushed around, and as soon as she opened the door I ran into the house. Thank God Molly was no where to be seen. Grandma was there and said “poor little thing, put her in the office”.  OMG, she called me little, when that other person said I was fat. Never mind the name calling. I was in. I was inside.  Grandma Doreen needed me, I could see.  She was older and would like me better. I smiled, but then these humans don’t know our smiles.  I said to myself, behave. You need them to like you. I got put into this office, nice . Food oh and water, and a kitty litter. What! heaven on earth , I hit pay dirt.
More to come….

Hello World,
It’s nice to get to know you.
Life is what you make of it.
For me, It’s about sun, it’s about a chair – no not one chair, but all the chairs in the house.
Because you see, life is about choice. I’ll tell you more about it next time, because I am off to find a more comfortable chair.