Impending feeling of doom...

So I'm about 6 months old now and life has been pretty sweet. I'm getting much better at punishing manservant for annoying me, but unfortunately due to his superior stature and opposable thumbs, I still end up locked in my room.
That said... things have kind of settled into a routine. I get food in the mornings and at night and the rest of the time, given that manservant hasn't gotten his meat hooks on me and put me inside my room, I get to run around the house doing whatever the hell I like* (I should mention that I usually get thrown in my room or manservant and loud woman make annoying loud noises whenever I try to get into the thing they throw food into. I don't understand why they would do that. a) they throw away perfectly good food that I could eat b) I'm hungry, why don't they give it to me! tch, humans are so weird)

Yesterday was different though. I didn't get any food until much later in the day. No matter how much I hollered and screamed that I was hungry they didn't give me food. Loud woman was like "blah blah blah blah blah blah ha ha ha ha surgery blah blah blah". What is this "surgery" she was talking of... and why did they feed me so late?
What's worse is that this morning has been the same. No one has mentioned anything but I'M STILL FRICKIN HUNGRY!!!! RAWR!!!
I can't help but feel worried that something is going to happen and I don't like it...

Oh well. For the moment I am going to continue grooming myself.

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Today my man servant woke up late again, which meant I didn't get my breakfast until a time which was truly far too unreasonable. And what's else is that the brute decided to confine me to my chamber. I mean really... yes the other man servant, the one who's softer on my paws when I jump on him, did bring me a fantastic new bed to sleep on, and yes there's plenty of water to drink from without having to go any where near that horrid white thing that smells bad, and yes my litter tray is off to another corner, but THERE'S NO FOOD!

I had to stand at the door for a good 5 minutes, once I heard the man servant bustling around outside, calling out "GOOD GRIEF MAN! COULD YOU BE ANY MORE DENSE! I SAY! LET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT AND FEED ME!" and " I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE, I CAN HEAR YOU... I CAN EVEN SMELL YOU!"

Then he came and opened the door, which was fortunate because I was just about to try and tunnel my way through it. It's a shame man servant here stupidly decided to cut down my claws. Oh the entire process almost happened completely without my knowledge. He simply picked me up and started humming this melody and it was sooooooo relaxing. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor grooming myself when I got to my paws and found that my claws were blunt as that man's own phalanges.

I must take to that cardboard box and start sharpening them up again. That vertical wooden thing would be much better but man servant makes the strangest noises when I try touching it. Most unpleasant they are.

Anyway breakfast was the same thing I had for dinner. Meat and biscuits and some strange fibrous matter. No matter though, it all tastes delicious anyway.

Spent the day with man servant. He seemed to be bent over a strange box making tapping sounds all day. Which didn't matter to me. I simply found myself a spot underneath this big white wall that was very warm and slept. It was marvellous.

Now I'm in my bedroom again. Man servant managed to lock me in again, without food AGAIN... Oh well I suppose I'll go sleep some more.

Hello

I suppose you want a little explanation as to why this blog exists. Well I just recently got a kitten, his name is currently Jackson, and he's an adorable pointed white tabby of some description. Anyway during the short while that I've been his guardian he's been, good, and he's been bad... and I keep feeling that every time I spend time with him he's got entire day to tell me about. I mean like, how wonderful would the world seem through the eyes of a kitten.

So this blog is dedicated to the life of my kitten currently known as Jackson.

Please note that all future posts will be done in first person as Jackson as if it were him blogging.

-Charles