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Summer's back

June 3rd 2015 10:29 pm
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The sun is shining and all toasty warm and I love it!!

I was having a brilliant time in the garden yesterday when Josie came out.

"You better go in," she said, "mum's fretting that she hasn't seen you since she came back from work and misses you." Then she added, "I wasn't missing you!"

It was hard to leave all the bugs and plants even for a moment but I hate to think of my mum sad so in I went. She did indeed seem happy to see me. She picked me up and cuddled me.

I was not in the mood and let her know in no uncertain terms.

"Right - you've seen me now and know I'm OK. I'm off out again," I said.

"No supper?"

"No supper. Maybe later" and I was back in the glorious outdoors. I love summer.


Tiredy Boy

June 2nd 2015 10:37 pm
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In the evening my mum will suddenly say, "Bedtime Cats" and off we go. I like it best when she's lying in bed reading her book and I sit on the bedside table looking down on her. I like seeing her smaller than me.

Then I nudge her with a paw and she gives me lots of delicious headrubs and I purr until I dribble and that's what we do before we sleep.

Yesterday I had such a busy day I was a tiredy boy. Not sorry at all when my mum said bedtime. There she was with her book, I sat looking down at her. The next part is, of course, the paw nudge.

Well - I meant to. I really did. But my eyes wouldn't work. They kept closing. I would open them again but no, it was just too much effort to keep them open. Without my eyes open I couldn't see where to nudge so I just sat there.

Mum laughed and stroked me. "Go to bed, little one," she said and that sounded like good advice so I did.

Only to lie there feeling all unsnuggled. Back I went and managed to keep my eyes open for a few snuggles.

But I'm feeling much better this morning thank goodness. Nothing like a good night's sleep to set you up for a good day's napping!


Hunting success

June 1st 2015 10:33 pm
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It's been a very poor season so far so I've really been feeling the pressure.

Yesterday I realised my mum was watching me when she let me out so I was determined to catch something. Anything. Then I spotted my prey. Ah hah!

Swiftly and silently, drawing on every hunting technique I know, I advanced. Pow! One swift action paw and claw and over my hapless victim went. He never even saw me coming.

I looked up at my mum. Yes - she had seen every moment. No more would she doubt my skills.

I reminded her later. "Did you see?"

"Yes - I saw you get that snail," she said.

"Pretty awesome stuff," I added.

"Snails aren't traditionally held as the toughest things to catch," she said, rather meanly I thought. I don't see her catching them.

I'm happy anyway. Since June arrived it's been wet so there's lots of snails out there. I think I'll go and bat another one.


Jasper in our garden

May 31st 2015 10:35 pm
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Saturday was all sunny and lovely and we were in the garden when who should stroll by but Jasper. He was rolling and my mum was stroking his tummy and telling him how gorgeous he is. Hey! She's my mum and shouldn't be using up her strokes on other cats. Mum says she has enough strokes for all of us but how can she be sure?

Josie wandered up to them. You go Girl! I thought she would put his straight. She got near them and then down she went and rolled on the path next to them.

Rolling on your back is not usually considered an aggressive gesture. Certainly Jasper didn't get the hint and just kept purring and enjoying my mum's attention.

Mum said that Jasper's mum has been away on holiday so he needed some extra petting but Victoria is home now so he'll be getting all his love again.

Sunday it rained so no-one was out much. Rain on a Sunday is good because that's the day mum changes the sheets and I like to get paw prints on the clean ones.


What about me?

May 28th 2015 10:41 pm
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Mum said, "Shall I tell them about Jasper being in our garden yesterday and me stroking his tummy? He loved that."

"Lately it's all been about Josie and Jasper and other cats. What about me?" I grumbled.

She gave me that look. "We wake up in the morning and I put down your breakfast but you're already at the door to go out. I come in from work and you're back at the door, waiting to go out. If I'm lucky I get a little snuggle when I go to bed but I hardly see you these days. Is this how it's going to be right through to autumn?"

"Pretty much," I had to admit. I really really love summer. As soon as hunting season starts I want to be out there. Admittedly we're off to a slow start this year but that's just making me more determined to catch something.

Today is a bit cooler so I've given mum some kitty kisses and she seemed to like that. It's easy to keep her happy. But now she's OK I'm off out again. Josie will keep her company.


Josie's tail

May 27th 2015 10:27 pm
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Of an evening when we are all being cosy Josie often likes to perch behind my mum on the back of the sofa. And she likes my mum to reach up and scritch her head. She likes that a lot. So much that when her head is unscritched she feels unhappy. The unhappy makes its way to her tail which flicks about, increasingly crossly. The batting around the head by Josie's tail lets my mum know that scritching is required. It all works perfectly.

Except last night Josie decided to move farther down the sofa so she could watch the birds in the garden. Head unscritched; tail flicked; mum batted - but she couldn't reach Josie's head from where she was, just the tail end. That was no good. No good at all.

Josie's tail got more and more grumpy; mum got more and more uncomfortable - she said it isn't nice being batted about the face with a tail - it isn't meant to be - that's the point!!

I watched in fascination - who would give in first?

Ah - mum of course. She left her favourite cushion and moved along to keep Josie happy. I'm proud of that tortie. This was good mum training.


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!

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