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Clever Josie- almost

May 26th 2015 10:39 pm
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She was trying to wake my mum up this morning but without success. She had prodded; she had purred; she had head-rubbed. But no, mum just lay there asleep.

"Is she not well?" I asked anxiously. She's normally really healthy but anything can happen.

Josie looked down at mum "No - she seems OK. Just sleepy."

A muffled voice emerged, "I am sleepy because it's 5.15am. Leave me be!"

Ah - so awake and just not getting up. I could see Josie processing this information and looking around for what might help. Hm - what would make Josie want to leap out of bed and play? She spotted the perfect thing.

Who could resist a toy mouse? No-one! And by lucky chance there was one on the bedside table where my mum had put it after a play session yesterday. Josie tugged at it with a paw, lifted it in her teeth and then dropped it on mum's head.

"What?" mum sat up, saw the mouse, realised it was a toy "Josie!"

Josie looked very pleased with herself. Now surely mum would get out of bed and play. She didn't. We need a real live one. Mum would never go back to sleep if we dropped one of those on her. I'll have to hunt extra well today.

 

Our busy garden

May 25th 2015 10:33 pm
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Yesterday our garden was like Piccadilly Circus (not that I've ever been there or would ever want to go there but mum has and confirms it's very busy.)

It was a Bank Holiday so mum was home, making up to us for Saturday. There was a sad mewing from the garden so mum, being well trained by a succession of cats, went to vestigate.

It was young Jasper from next door. My mum has a very soft spot for a tabby so she petted him and he loved it and gave her headrubs and even rolled so she could stroke his fluffy tummy. Josie and I looked on disapprovingly but mum says she is allowed to stroke other cats. She is not.

Then another tabby, there is a round faced one, appeared and he and Jasper were chatting. Then a black and white cat I never saw before was sitting on our fence watching everything. Excuse me - this is our garden!

Later Jasper was back and he had brought his flat-mate Leo and they were playing tag as if they had no garden of their own to play in.

In the evening I went out and sitting right by my door, bold as brass, was the round faced tabby. I had enough by then. I walked right up and whacky-paw on the noggin. He shot off and quite right too. Mum said she did not know I was so brave but someone has to defend our territory and yes, he is bigger than me but I didn't care.

Hopefully today we'll be able to enjoy our garden a little more peacefully.

 

Being old

May 24th 2015 11:41 pm
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We all love the weekend when my mum is home but on Saturday she put on a frock and was gone.

Turns out it was Grandpa's 80th Birthday Party.

"How old? What's that in cat years?" I wanted to know.

"I don't know," said my mum. "About twenty I think."

"Gosh - that's even older than Josie."

"Yes. He's getting on but still pretty active," said my mum. "He gets plenty of exercise, loves to travel and learn new things and that seems to be working out well for him."

I want to be pretty active when I'm 20. Mum was given a book when I was a kitten and every year she puts in all my health information and she says the book goes up to 25. I reckon I can beat that and mum says she hopes that I can!

 

It was 4.30am

May 21st 2015 10:32 pm
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when it happened... I was sound asleep on my chair but was rudely awoken. Josie came bounding in to the bedroom, did a mad circuit and exited.

My mum looked up blearily. "No games of tag at night, cats!" she said. Then she noticed me, good as gold, quietly curled up on my chair.

"Sorry Tobes. That must have just been a Josie moment."

This morning we found out just what a moment that had been. Mum went in the sitting room and gasped. Josie had knocked over a table and everything that had been on it had been flung around the room. In its fall the table had caught an airer laden with drying laundry. That had fallen too and socks and t-shirts and all sorts were draped in places they should not have been.

No wonder Josie had run so fast. She came in and pretended to be as surprised as the rest of us by the chaotic scene that greeted us but we weren't fooled.

Mum says she still loves Josie but I bet she loves me a bit more even more now!

 

Feeling the love

May 20th 2015 10:53 pm
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Mum came home from work last night and pretty much went straight out again.

"I'm off to an event about Positivity and Well-Being," she said.

I looked at her in bewilderment. She gets to live with me and Josie - how much more well does she want to be??!!

When she came back she was telling us that when we have our snuggles we both get a hit of oxytocin.

"What's that then?"

"They call it the love hormone. It's what makes you feel all warmedly inside."

I considered my snuggle sessions. They do make me feel pretty good, there's no denying it. Oxytocin, Eh?! Another thought struck me.

"Is that what makes me dribble?" I asked.

"Probably. You do do that when you're really loved up."

"But you don't," I commented.

"Thank goodness," she said.

My mum likes to know all this stuff but I'm just happy that we get plenty of snuggles and that oxy stuff. I don't need the science!

 

Catster on the move

May 19th 2015 11:00 pm
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We read that Catster is going to move.

"Will we go too?" I wanted to know.

"I hope so," said my mum. Technology isn't really her thing but she thinks it will all be OK.

She says the new site will be more secure so the bad hack things can't happen and hopefully we'll be able to comment on other cats' blogs again which we have really missed.

So paws crossed it will all go smoothly.

We didn't do much last night as my mum was tired and had an early night. The wonderful thing about an early night is that you wake all perky and bright with the sun very early. Josie tried to get mum up with the birds but mum was grumpy so Josie got me up and we played tag and mum said what was the point of going to bed early if your cats were just going to wake you early?!

The point? Another day of awesomeness with bonus time at the beginning. Surprised we need to explain this one to her.

 

More about my weekend

May 18th 2015 10:32 pm
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After the vet I quite liked Saturday as my mum was home lots. I like having her around to open doors, give me snuggles etc.

But Sunday off she went to church and when she came back it was in a scramble. She had a bag with her and was muttering "I need this; I need those; I need my fleece..." checking things off, taking things out of one bag; putting them in another; piling things up and then she was pretty much gone again.

We waited to see if she would come back but she didn't. Then "Can you smell what I can smell?"

"Mmmm! That smells pretty much like turkey. Where is it coming from?"

Being cats we have pretty impressive noses and we tracked the smell down to mum's bag which she had just left on the floor. She had obviously bought us some turkey and forgotten to give it to us.

We knew she would feel terrible about that lapse so decided to help ourselves. Getting the turkey out of the bag was easy enough but it was wrapped in plastic which took longer to remove but we managed to get enough off to be able to eat the tasty meat inside.

Mum came home again much later bringing a packet of treats for us from my friends Alison and Glyn and she was all happy from having had a lovely lunch and then she saw the turkey on the floor.

"What's that?" she pondered. She picked up what was left of it. "Oh no! I forgot I had bought that."

"Not a problem, we enjoyed the challenge!" I assured her.

"I hope neither of you ate any plastic," she said, putting the rest in the fridge for us to enjoy later.

Hopefully she's learned a valuable lesson about making sure her cats have their snacks before she leaves the home!

 

I went to the vet

May 17th 2015 10:32 pm
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It was awful. It is so undignified going in that box and there were lots of dogs in the waiting room. I do not like dogs. My mum does. She petted some of them with the SAME hands she uses to pet me. I know!!

And it was all a complete waste of time. My ears are good; my heart is good; my teeth are good; I have no fleas; I weigh the same as last year. I am all good. I knew that already.

"Next year how about you say, How are you today Toby? and I say Very well thank you for asking and we'll be done with a lot less hassle," I suggested to my mum.

"You got your shots," she pointed out. I would prefer not to have the shots. I could just avoid sniffly cats.

Anyway I was never so happy to be back home and that's it for another year. And my mum likes to know I am all good and she filled in my annual record. There are spaces in that for me until I'm 25 which is a lot of years. Mum says she really hopes she gets to use all of them.

 

I don't like rain

May 14th 2015 10:30 pm
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Last night it rained and it rained and it rained all day too. I complained and complained but my mum did nothing about it. Just sat there saying, "isn't this cosy?"

No, it is not. I wanted to be out prowling not out soggy or indoors prowling. Not the same thing at all.

"I like it," said my mum, "and do you want to know why?"

Not really but I knew she would tell me anyway.

"Because I get to see you."

That is an acceptable answer of course.

"Although I hadn't realised you would moan quite so much."

And she blew it!

Then later out came the cat basket. I cannot tell you how healthy I am feeling and how little I need a vet visit. Josie then pootled in, chasing a ping pong ball she had found. "Whoo-hoo!" she called, "Watch it go!"

Ah - if ever a cat needed professional intervention it's Josie. I expect the basket is for her.

 

The best medicine

May 13th 2015 10:34 pm
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My mum was at a friend's house last night. This friend has a cat which is called Zola and my mum and Zola get on very well. Zola likes a warm lap and a head scritch so you can see how that works.

Last time my mum was there however Zola was not very well.

My mum was sad when she arrived last night and there was no Zola to greet her and sit on her lap. They talked of many topics until my mum could bear it no longer.

"There's someone missing," she said sadly.

"Oh - she's gone out," said my mum's friend. Zola had got worse and more ill until it seemed like maybe she was preparing for her journey to the Bridge. Thinking there maybe wasn't long to go and wanting her last days to be happy they switched her kitty food to one of those luxury brands that come in tiny tins.

And Zola made a miraculous recovery. She will only eat the special food now of course but she is lively as anything and thoroughly enjoying her life again.

My new idea is delicious food rather than vet any time Josie or I are ill. Mum says that's not going to happen. Why did we land up with the mean mum?!

 
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