All I Ask

A hello from The Dalai Grandma:

Good day -
I have been flooded with one request to resume the blog kept by our beloved Sherlock and abandoned when he left this earthly plane in 2009.  He left many writings behind, as he had learned before there were LOL cats that any cat could walk on a keyboard, but using one, that was superior.  And he took seriously the task of maintaining his superiority at all times.

So I am beginning with this entry from Sherlock’s journal, which he believed to be more profound than anything I ever wrote.  And it isn’t every day we get the word straight from the cat’s paws, so to speak. Dalai Grandma

From Sherlock’s Diary:

I don’t ask much.
Food in my dish.
A dripping water faucet.
The occasional morsel of salmon or tuna. Perhaps chicken.
An open window when the weather is pleasant.
A respectably clean litterbox.
A ledge to meditate on, and a way to get to it.
Everything in the same place.
All comings and goings at the same time every day.
Everyone nice and calm.
(No thunderstorms.)
No one trying to pull me around the house by the tail.
Occasional gratuitous strokes and compliments on my eyes.
Utter freedom to explore.
Full ownership of every horizontal surface.
In return for this, I vow to be myself at every moment,
for I am the Cat.
I think that’s a pretty fair deal.