The Life of Lion

Someone once told me cats can't have blogs.  Well, you know what I think about that?  One big hairball!  My owner has let her blog lie dormant for years.  She says she is "busy", but that's bonkers.  I see her watching TV and folding clothes.  I think she does this all the time, and I should know because she's constantly kicking me out of the laundry basket.   Something about me being "in the way", whatever that means.  And, don't even get me started on how much she sleeps at night.  I mean, what is the deal with these people sleeping when it's dark?  That is the BEST time to be awake.  It is so quiet that when you knock something off the nightstand it makes the BIGGEST noise.  I love it!  Oh, how my human jumps!  I really love to sit on her headboard when she's sleeping and stare at her - all the time.  When I sense she is stirring, I'll leap onto the bed.  She always covers her face when I do this because she thinks I'm going to jump on it.  Just because I did that one time.  Sometimes I don't jump, and instead I just stare down at her intently until she is fully awake and stares back up at me with just a slight amount of fear in her eyes.  Oh, the power I feel being able to look down on her for a change.

But, how rude of me, I've gotten quite side-tracked.  Let me introduce myself.   My name is Lion.  I am a cat.  And I am taking over this blog.