Saturday September 3rd 2005.
Today my humans brother came to visit. When he had sat down, I jumped on his lap to say hello. He was very surprised by that. Apparently I wasn't able to do that when he last saw me. I layed down on his lap and sniffed at his skin. That smelled quite interesting, so I licked it some. At first he had to laugh at it, but soon he was squealing that it hurt him. Baby!
Went outside for a while. After that all seems alright again. So I sprinted to him and jumped on his lap again. He didn't stroke me and just watched. So I butted him firmly. He still didn't understand it. Luckily my human translated it for him and then he did stroke me. He should come over more often, then he can learn how we, cats, communicate with our people. It's just too horrendous that he needs an interpretor.