The Catland Chronicles

My Latest Paintings--A Catland Chronicles Exclusive! \~~^..^ (c) Lydia 2007

So anyway, the lady we live with has been, like, really freaking obsessed with her political blog, and I have tried to be as understanding as I can.  Being a sensitive artiste (art is above and beyond politics so, like, I don't want to get involved or anything with the buck naked thing), I understand that the rage to create can become all-absorbing and when it's in, like, full flow it can become an obsession or whatever. Anyways, I've gone easy on the lady because when she goes off on what Sam calls one of her "tangents" we have the man to look after us.  But finally, enough was, like, enough. 

Further Pictures from my Retrospective! Lydia. \~~^..^ (c) Lydia 2007.

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The lady is still, like, really busy and we STILL don't know what's going on with her.  Flat Cat is sulking---his ears have been back for like days and he won't blog--- and Sam has been holed up meditating 24/7 because he thinks the lady is going to be going away, who knows for how long, and when that happens, he really can't deal.  I don't like it either, but in my most recent life (when I was a Beatnik), the lady who lived with me was always disappearing and then coming back when I'd pretty much given up on her. She used to leave me outside to fend myself when she was away, but that's a whole, like, other story.  The point is:  you have to adapt.   Then you can, like, punish her later when she gets back. 

A Retrospective of My Recent Work by Lydia. ( ~---^..^ All Rights Reserved So, Like, Ask If You Want to Use it!!

Okay, so anyways, as you probably already know (and if you don't you should definitely, like, read my thread) I am hoping eventually to become a professional Artist's and Photographer's Model because I have certain unique points, but am also a sensitive artiste and poet in my own right.  During my last life, the lady who lived with me (no man that time around) was a "Beatnik" and we were all "Art Poetry Late Nights and Hashish [<high-powered catnip], Man," which the lady I live with now doesn't approve of, but which was fun while it lasted though it was hard to get any work done. 

I am, like, all upset too ( ~---^..^

We are all, like, really WORRIED about the lady who lives with us because she has been working a lot more than usual and has been talking to that black thing next to the sofa a lot which isn't ever a good thing in my experience.  Sam thinks something has happened and she will go "out of town" which means she disappears on us for a long time and we don't know why or when or if she is coming back. 

The Friday Poetry Corner. HAIKU BY LYDIA.

Okay, so the lady said if I would give her permission, she would, like, publish my haiku in our blog and at first I was all, hello??? I am a sensitive artiste who does not write for fame, and then she was like, but what about promoting your modeling career and your portfolio and proving that you aren't like, just a pretty face?  So then I was like, well okay if you really  think it will help my career?  Because you have to put yourself out there, you know? 

No pain no gain.  So anyways, I present:

Why I Hate Flat Cat.
A nap aborted
Fiendish claws tear at my tail
Rake away my dreams

Cats on Tuesday. Flat Cat Presents: More of Stupid Lydia's So-Called Portfolio

So I am in trouble because Lydia called me Blobby Tail so I chased her and we had a fight.  And I, like, won because I am much more muscular and am not a little squally girlie cat!

The lady said my punishment is I don't get to do my usual Tuesday blog because I have been bad, but I have NOT been bad!  She called me "Blobby Tail" so she deserved for me to bite her neck!  I do NOT have a blobby tail!

Flat Cat Presents STUPID LYDIA'S LAME SO-CALLED PORTFOLIO because the lady said I can only have my own blog if I SHARE.

I wish we had a videocamera and could be on film.  I said so to Lydia and she got all excited and tried to ask, but---as usual---the lady and the man couldn't understand what she was saying.   They just kept petting her and trying to get her to play with the red light from the laser pointer!  And Sam wouldn't even ask; he only cares about being petted ALL THE TIME. 

So anyway, then stupid Lydia (<enemy) said she wanted to post some lame pictures and the lady said I have to let her have a turn.  So now, not only do I not have a blog, but I have to share my ONE DAY A WEEK with stupid Lydia.  Here is the stupid stuff she wanted to post and you will be sorry you read it, take my word for it.