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Home:Enfield, Middlesex, United Kingdom  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 5 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 8 lbs.

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Special Gift Box:
The family of Happy, Thorgal in loving memory, Lars, 1996-2007, Richard 1989-1996, Mumtatz Mahal and more!

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-mixed breed

Gotcha Date:
April 25th 2011

March 4th 2011

Black Smoke

Playing chasing games

No-one else wants to play at 5am

Favorite Toy:
Da Bird

Favorite Nap Spot:
His bed by the window

Favorite Food:
Crunchy biscuits

Making up his own games

indoors and outdoors

Lives Remaining:
9 of 9

I've Been On Catster Since:
April 25th 2011 More than 5 years!

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Toby's Diary

Josie had something important to say

September 21st 2016 10:09 pm
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When I am happy I purr. When my mum must do something to make me happy I tell her. Firmly. Alas, she makes a lot of mistakes so it is true that I say a lot. It is for her own good.

Josie, on the other hand, rarely meows. She has a touching albeit misguided faith in my mum's ability to do the right thing without guidance.

But last night, as we all slept, Josie broke out the meow. She had something very important to tell my mum.

"What is it?" My mum was too surprised to be grumpy.

"I want to play," said Josie, pouncing on mum's knee, to demonstrate what she had in mind.


"Yes," and she scuttled off, delighted with herself.

My mum looked at me, (curled up my chair like the well-behaved cat that I am), and I looked at her.

I shrugged my shoulders. I have no idea what goes through that cat's mind and she's definitely getting weirder.


It must be autumn

September 19th 2016 10:31 pm
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Last week it was still summer and we were all toasty and hot. Then the rain came and washed summer away, literally overnight, and now it is autumn.

One real sign of autumn - yesterday Josie climbed onto mum's lap. She hasn't done that since Spring.

Being Josie she chose a really bad time. My mum had supper on the stove. To be fair you could see my mum weighing up whether burned supper was a price worth paying for Josie's comfort (but concluding the subsequent kitchen fire wouldn't make anyone comfortable and Josie had to move).

My best thing about autumn - my mum is back in her big fluffy robe in the mornings. I love to purr and paddy paw on that. I do try with her light summer robe but it isn't nearly so satisfying and my mum goes all "Ow! Your claws," whereas they just sink in her fluffy one and she can't feel them so we're both happy.

I love summer but there are definitely good things about autumn too.


We are helpful cats

September 18th 2016 10:01 pm
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My mum was busy and out and about at the weekend but on Sunday afternoon she did our favourite thing - the three of us all lined up on the sofa, being cosy and happy, mum with her book and us with our dreams. It was all perfectly delightful.

But then she said, "I really have to sort out my pension paperwork."

Well that didn't sound like fun but you know us, always willing to lend a hand, so we forsook our soft and comfy cushions and joined her.

"Really?" she asked. Our thoughtfulness never ceases to surprise her.

Josie spread herself out over the paperwork so mum would have something beautiful to look at and I took the role of advisor, keeping up comments and what she was doing, how badly she was doing it and generally telling her what she ought to be doing.

She wasn't as grateful as you would expect but she did get the forms she wanted to complete done so we could all go back and be happy again.

I bet it would have taken twice as long without our input. (Mum says half as long would be right but she's never been that good at maths.)

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