Day 31 - Duck Mao!

I love this photo of Alfred.
He looks like a duck sitting on a sea of wood.
I wish the wood was cedar, because sitting on a sea of cedar has such a nice ring to it.

Day 30 - Alfred through the looking glass

Mr Alfred Mao likes to think of us as slaves.  Clearly.

He maos to be let out of the door despite us installing a state of the art magnetic cat door.  He also maos to be let in.  

Today he attempted to have us do his bidding and let him in the back door, but we refused.

Then he got distracted by a bug flitting about in the twilight.

Then he remembered, turned around and glared at me. 

I still didn't let him in.

Day 29 - I spy with my little catty eye a lap Alfred

So yeah.

Alfred walks in.

Alfred maos.

Alfred sees my lap.

Alfred zeroes in on said lap.

Alfred has a five minute snooze.

Great life.

Day 28 - Leggy Alfred

This isn't really about Alfred.  It's about me.  Well, me and Alfred.  Last night Mr Alfred Mao chose to sleep in the spot that my legs usually would sleep in.  In the early hours of the morning I woke up with a wicked cramp in my leg.  Which I'm blaming on the Mao taking my sleeping spot.  You may thing 'why didn't you move him?'.  Well, how could you move a face like this ...

Day 27 - What The Hell Alfred

It's getting late.  Nearly 9pm.  I've eaten all the food in the world today and I still need to take a picture of Alfred.  He gets on the blanket and starts kneading with his butt towards me and his head facing away.  This won't do.  I wolf whistle.  The vain little bugger looks around.  I snap a picture.  And what he's thinking shows in his face.  What.  The.  Hell?

Day 26 - Happy as a Cat in Mud Mao

Alfred is living the dream right now.  Snuggled up on the couch on his favourite blanket, being stroked by his favourite human.  The Husband.  Not me.  Let's not talk about my envy issues.  Sigh.

Hmmm, on posting this picture he looks a bit more disturbed.  But trust me, he was happy.

Day 25 - Yoga Master Mao

Mr Alfred Mao likes to practice yoga daily.  He's got quite a talent for it.  I'm jealous.  I tried to do the yoga thing but gave up as I found it boring.

Day 24 - Alfred the Porn Star

In the human world your porn star name is the name of the first pet you ever owned and the first street you ever lived in.  (Or something like that, details details ...)

Mine is Sheba Rowley.

If we were to make it the first owner you ever had and the first street you ever lived in Alfred's be Raewyn Rewarewa (or something like that, I can remember his first mum's name but not the street, but I know it's near Rewarewa, maybe.

Anyway this thought came about because Alfred gave me a seductive porn star pose this morning.

Day 23 - Feed Me Mao

I got home from work and fed The Mao.  We went out for dinner.  I came home and he demanded food.  I looked in his bowl and it was still pretty full.  I didn't put more food in.  He made to leave.  I faked putting food in.  He returned.  I took the picture.

Day 22 - Concerned Mao

Today was not my favourite.  I was holding a wee bit of a private pity party.  Then Mao came in and mao-ed at me.  And he looked so concerned and cute that I felt heaps better.  What a Mao.

Day 21 - Morning Mao!

This morning I got up early.  Like, before 7am.  Out of control.  And who should be lying at the end of the bed looking thoughtful after I'd performed my morning cleaning ritual?  Only the right royally adorable Mr Alfred Mao.  He didn't look that interested in seeing me though.  I think the papping is getting to him.

Day 20 - Chairman Mao

Today Alfred must have decided he was the boss of everything.

I woke up to see him batting at The Husband's face demanding to be let in under the covers for a cuddle.  Normally he's pretty gentle but today he was very insistent.  Bat,  bat,  BAT!  (and under the covers he went)

Then this evening he has been demanding food, despite the presence of food in his bowl.  He just wanted more and wanted me to give it to him.

I wanted to get a photo of him with his gob open as he complained, but he clearly wasn't in the mood to do my bidding as it was my turn to do his, and I wasn't, and he was not impressed.

Day 19 - Moist Mao

I spent some of this evening stalking Alfred outside.  But he hid from me.  Eventually he came in a bit damp from the rain and looking for love.  How could we resist.

Day 18 - Fierce Pussy

Alfred and I were lazing on the couch together and he went to stretch and nearly arsed off the couch.  He hates making a dick of himself so I saved him from falling.  Then I decided to get my camera in case he nearly arsed off again and I'd get a photo of it.  I took a couple of photos while waiting for the hopeful misadventure and he got steadily more pissy.  Just after I took this photo he lunged for the camera.  Fierce.  

Day 17 - Over It Alfred

I feel like I've been stalking Alfred to get a decent photo of him.  I think he feels the same way.  Hence this 'over it' look he's giving me in the photo I just took.

Day 16 - Sleeping In Mao

Lately Alfred has been struck with Spring fever and as soon as the sun rises he departs the bed to prowl about his embarassing excuse for territory.  But this morning I woke up and he was asleep on the bed.  I had a shower and returned to the bedroom to find him still sleeping.  I got dressed and he was still asleep, with his poufy white puku on show.  What a lazy bum, but a cute lazy bum.

Day 15 - Morning Munch Mao

This morning Alfred sat very pointedly in the hallway and everytime we looked to be heading to the kitchen he would make his move, looking back at us to ensure we were following.  Eventually we went his way, which was to the pantry door.  He was hungry.  Again.  And I caved.  I wonder if there's Weight Watchers for cats?

Day 14 - Just Hurry Up And Feed Me Alfred

When we come home from work more often than not we are greeted by the howling of Alfred demanding to be let in and fed.  It doesn't matter that he has his own cat door it's our job to let him in on our arrival.  Fussy.

Day 13 - Strike A Pose Alfred

When we first got Alfred he had another name like Tinky or Winky or something.  We decided he was too pompous for such a name so we renamed him.  It took about two years for him to react to his new name, but now he does - which is how I got this pic of him.  I called his name and he deigned to look over at me.

Day 12 - Peek A Boo Alfred

I was at home today dealing with a wicked case of the 'women's problem'.  I was feeling awfully sorry for myself  then Alfred came and plopped his warm little bum on the sore area of my tummy and started kneading me.  I took a photo of him staring seriously at me and thought that would be my photo for the day.  Then he noticed The Husband's underwear drawer was open and decided to investigate.  Upon investigation he clearly decided it would be a good place to take a nap, which he did for about an hour or so.  I felt so abandoned.  But at least it's a more interesting photo.

Day 11 - Sleepy Sunday Mao

Alfred has slept all day.  Except to wake up and move to another spot to sleep some more.

Day 10 - Alfred Adoration

Today I came home from a wedding to find Alfred on our bed so I had to give him a kiss.  And I got The Husband to take a picture.  Alfred clearly isn't happy about this show of affection.

Day Nine - My September Sun Catty Son

This morning we were all sitting around in the lounge hanging out before heading off to work.  The September sun was streaming in and Alfred wandered it to bask in it.  I wonder if black (and a bit white) cats get sunburnt? 

Day 8 - The Unexpected Morning Cuddler

This morning I was sitting on the couch waiting to head off to work and Mr Alfred Mao unexpectedly came up for a cuddle.  By a cuddle I mean a close up sit-beside.  He hates being picked up and cuddled, but I do it anyway.  Cuddle ambush.

Day Seven - Misty Morning Mao

While I was performing my wifely duties this morning (hanging out the washing) I noticed Mr Alfred Mao going for a walk, so I started to stalk him hoping for a butt shot.  But the little bugger sensed me just as I hit the camera clicky button thingy and turned round.  There's no sneaking up on my little black and white (and kinda fat) maomenow.

Day Six - Maoee Maofred

We came home a little later tonight.  Mr Alfred Mao was not happy.  And was quite vocal about it.  I managed to take a photo of him when his mouth was shut.

Day Five - What Do You Want Alfred

It was getting late in the day.  I hadn't seen Alfred at all.  And I feared I wouldn't get a photo.  Then he came in, jumped on the couch and I called his name until he looked at me.  He wasn't impressed.  Not my problem, he ought to have hung out with me more this evening.

Day Four - Annoying Alfred

I love how cats demand attention by sitting on the things that are causing you to not pay attention to them.  In this case it was the Herald On Sunday.  And I was really enjoying the article about Jeremy Corbett too.

Day Three - Sentinel Alfred

Throughout the day Mr Alfred Mao likes to sit upon the window ledges of our home guarding his territory.  Most cats guard their territory by prowling around their borders outside.  Not Alfred.  He likes the warmth and comfort of guarding his land from the inside.

(For the record he took a swipe at me after I took this shot, I retreated)

Day Two - Undercover Alfred

When we first adopted the Mao my two rules were no cats in the bedroom and especially no cats under the bed covers.  As far as I was concerned cats were like tv's, they shouldn't be in the bedroom.

Well one work trip away for a week ended those rules.  And now Mr Alfred Mao rules the bedroom roost.  We shut the door he scratches at it until we open it.  If it goes below 10 degrees outside he starts pawing at the covers and sometimes our face to be let under, then he cuddles up beside whatever body is the warmest and purrs like a cat possessed. 

This picture was taken this morning, I think it was about seven degrees outside.