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A time for everything

August 3rd 2016 9:58 pm
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Much to my delight my mum didn't go to work yesterday. Hoorah! Not so much to my delight she said she was working from home so couldn't be talking to me all morning.

Keeping me happy is her job!

Josie wasn't around in the morning. she likes her routine, that cat. Morning times are for sleeping under mum's bed and then she emerges early afternoon to sleep on the chair in the sitting room. Weird kitty!

I was commenting on this to my mum - I mean, why would one place be only good for sleeping at particular times? Mum laughed too and started petting me.

"Ah hem," I moved away, "Petting is for first thing in the morning and last thing at night. You should know that by now!" Have I taught her nothing?

Mum says she will never understand cats.


A difficult question

August 2nd 2016 11:34 pm
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"I have a question for you Toby and I want an honest answer. I won't be angry, just be honest."

Like I would fall for that one again. But I put on my listening face.

"Is there another living thing in the flat?"

I could answer that.

"There is that strange tortie cat you insist on keeping."

She gave me the look. "No, I mean have you brought anything in while I was at work?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Did you? I just want to know."

I considered my answer. She added, "There's bits of fluff that I don't recognise and Josie seems to be stalking something behind the cooker. But I can't see or hear anything."

Safe territory at last. "That's your puny human ears. Have you tried bending them back?"

"Toby - just tell me."

But it's much more fun letting her wonder if we have a new pet or if Josie is just being a bit crazy. (Nothing new there!)


A new toy

August 1st 2016 10:32 pm
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My mum felt bad about letting Jasper steal our birdie - as indeed she should. So a few days ago she went online and ordered a new one.

"And some more feather sticks." That from Josie. Feather sticks are her absolute top favourite toy but they shed and become bald.

"And this splendid butterfly," said my mum.

You would think by now she would know better.

"Really," she said, "Look - my friends cats have this and here they are on Facebook, really enjoying it."

So the box arrived. Birdie toy? Check. Feather sticks? Check. Kitty treats? Check. (I helped with the order.) Butterfly? Yes, here it is.

Do we play with it? No. No, of course we don't. And no amount of my mum pretending to get excited and batting it will convince us of anything different. Not even watching other cats play with it.

Her optimism on the toy front is endearing but the same money could have been more kitty treats.



July 31st 2016 10:14 pm
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At the weekend my mum was saving films of Henry with a lot of help from Timo and other of my Catster friends in America. It reminded me how much I'll miss them all when the Catster blogs go. Sighs!

My mum watched the Henry films and got a bit sad and I had to be very purry and give her lots of head rubs to make her happy again. Luckily making my mum happy is what I do best!

We were just settling down when another tabby walked in our flat. Bold as brass.

"Hello Jasper," said my mum, who has no concept of territory. Would she be quite so welcoming if it was the people from next door wandering in without so much as a by your leave and helping themselves to her food? As Jasper did.

Jasper meowed back and she petted him but then she picked him up and carried him gently outside. "I don't want you upsetting my two," she apologised to him. Too late!

Three times. That's right. Three times he wandered back in and my mum put him out. That boy can't take a hint. And my mum has a massive soft spot for tabby cats. (And black ones and torties and ginger ones and white ones and ...)


Mum not sleepy

July 26th 2016 10:42 pm
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When a cat wishes to sleep he simply closes his eyes, ponders his own magnificence and bosh, asleep. People don't work like that.

It's still quite warm in our flat so my mum flings herself on top of the duvet and flails like an octopus for a while, sighing and muttering and shaking the pillows. What she needs, I realised, is Toby love, and lots of it.

I waited until she had stopped doing the octopus thing and was safely still before walking up and patting her firmly on the head and giving an encouraging purr.

The look she gave me wasn't exactly what I had hoped for but I carried on. "I had just got to sleep," she said, between gritted teeth.

That might have daunted a lesser cat but I was on a mission. Another pat and I stepped up the purrs.

She was (and is) putty in my hands. Lots of petting and love (and it is not disgusting when I dribble on her; it is a sign of my affection).

Half an hour later, and satisfied with a ob well done I left her to contemplate my magnificence and drift off to happy sleep.


Enough is enough!

July 25th 2016 10:23 pm
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It's bad enough that cheeky Jasper from next door stole our birdie toy but yesterday he was back for more.

He was in our garden calling our mum. She heard him and went out and made a fuss of him. This is unacceptable so I sent Josie out to tell him so. She went out sideways to be big but crumbled in the face of the opposition. Sighs! Do I have to do everything myself?

When I want out I found mum playing with the cat dancer and him. We have another birdie toy but at least she has the sense not to let him steal that. She held tight to the cat dancer.

He has his own family. He should not steal my mum. It's bad enough sharing her with Josie!


They stole my garden

July 24th 2016 10:11 pm
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Two men came on Saturday morning with big noisy machines and they cut and they blasted and ruined all my best hunting spaces.

My mum seemed happy. "Looks so much better," she said. You can tell she doesn't hunt.

We did all sit out there yesterday evening. By all I include Jasper and Maurice from next door, bold as brass. My mum had one of our birdie toys for me and Josie to chase but Jasper wanted to join in. He wanted to join in so much, he caught the birdie, tugged it off its fishing rod and was last seen disappearing behind the shed with it in his mouth.

This is hardly the sharing that mum assures us is so fun to do.


Nature's toys

July 21st 2016 10:00 pm
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On these warm evenings my mum has all the doors and windows open and we love that as we wander in and out. Bugs and flying things wander in and out too which is great as we have them to play with later.

What I don't get is why my mum is so weird about them. She insists she doesn't like them but then catches the most. Her favourites are the really buzzy black and yellow ones. Move fast if you see one of those and fancy your chances as she'll leap up whatever she's doing, "Leave it" she'll cry and off she goes, hunting and selfishly keeping them all for her.

We are allowed the moths which are fun but fly too high so we get bored.

But good stuff to chase is just another thing I love about summer! (Just the one bird caught so far this year but we are still in hunting season so I remain optimistic!)


Josie and guests

July 20th 2016 10:20 pm
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Because she was working on Tuesday evening my mum owed us on Wednesday and it was all going very well until...she looked at her phone and went "Gosh - they ARE coming." She thought they weren't.

My mum is funny at top speed. She nearly got everything done and was hoovering when the knock came. Guests.

I made myself available for pets and treats of course and then Josie came to say hello too.

"So when people really want to see you you hide but when they aren't so bothered you appear," grumbled my mum at Josie. Josie just shrugged.

We're cats. We do as we please!


I invented a new game

July 19th 2016 10:19 pm
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Yesterday evening my mum was in the garden but she was working which is boring so I invented a new game with Josie. I went in our neighbour's garden and poked Josie through holes in the fence. She poked back and it was brilliant fun.

Until Josie wandered off without telling me. My mum tried to join in but she said it would be better without the claws. The game is no good without the claws.

So I scrambled back over the fence and chased bugs in the grass which is also a pleasant way to spend a summer's evening.

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