Meow, let me get you caught up with how things have been going for me. I have a sneaking suspicion that I can’t quite confirm that my humans drugged me for the trip here to Puerto Rico. When we first arrived, I hardly remember a thing. And truth be told, this is the way everyone should travel. You get knocked out and wake up where you want to be. No hassles, or at least none that I can remember. But still, I find that rather rude of them not to tell me.

Anymeow, yesterday I finally felt up to the task that I was born to do. It took me nearly a week in bed for the jet lag and drugs to wear off. I mostly hung out in my bed that I generously share with my humans because they are so cute and warm.

As I got more and more comfortable with my new abode, I began practicing for my night out. While in the living structure I have begun catching and mortally wounding the occasional cucaracha that would attempt to breach our security.

Poor sucker never saw it coming

I also scoped out the area and chose my lookout points.

And I managed to finally get enough to eat without all the ants eating my food and stinging my tongue. It’s hard to find good human help these days, but I finally got through to them.

My delicious crunchies floating in an ant-proof moat. An ingenious solution (thanks Kat-rina and I love your name BTW) 

So, suffice it to say I was prepared for this grand adventure. Really this night and many more to come was the culmination of a lot of hard work and the reason I bought the tickets and brought along these two servants in the first place.

I left the sleeping structure after being served my crunchies around 10am and headed straight to the jungle. There is a lot of good game to hunt here. I saw many birds, lizards, bugs and frogs. But the rats! That is going to take some practice. All in good time, my friend, I thought.

I took a few cat naps in the tall grasses and sniffed around the palms a bit. I know there are some locals in these parts and I want to get to know these cats with strange accents. Like they say “Mew” instead of “meow”. They also prefer to be called “Gatos” instead of “cats”. So strange. But I found the gato toilet above the sleeping structure and knew these local gatos must hang out here a lot. I thought I might want my servants around just in case things got ugly (they are pretty good at wound care when I have been in scuffles in Greeley I must say), but alas they were off romping about in some blue rumbler machine, I think they call it a guagua. All I can hope is that they were at least getting me some more crunchies.

So by the time they returned in the evening I was deep in the forest. My night eyes were on and I had a great time partying with my new pals and pouncing on lizards. We even stalked a rat and almost had him. I could hear my humans calling to me. They were scaring off all the good hunts. I will need to remind them that I am the only one to call them. They are only to speak when spoken to. But they are in a new place and that has to be somewhat stressful for the poor creatures. So the next morning after they called me about a million times, I returned to the back door and meowed for them to let me in. I was so hungry! I caught a few lizards, but I rarely eat anything I catch. I am a crunchy-cat through and through. I just hunt for the sport of it.

So that was my first night out. I think I chose well in a place to move. A cat’s paradise, or should I say paraiso de gato.

I have very good balance as you can clearly see