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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?!


Mum knows me too well

May 12th 2015 10:36 pm
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"I wish to register a complaint," said my mum.

"OK," I said, "You're in the right place. What did Josie do this time?"

"Not Josie" said my mum.

I mentally ran the household roll-call to think who the culprit might be. Wait a minute, we are a small household and even my mum isn't crazy enough to complain about her own behaviour -"Me?"

"Yes, you. Since I've been back Josie's given me plenty of love but you haven't even given me a single headrub. I don't like it."

"I don't like you going away. I suffered; now you suffer."

Stalemate. Or so I thought but my mum cheated. She got out my brush. I know I should have held out longer but I love to be brushed. That gently ripply sensation all down my back making me sleek and handsome. Mmmmm!

So mum and I are friends again and she is getting her snuggles. Hopefully she has learned her lesson.


Little blanky

May 11th 2015 10:32 pm
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My mum was having a bit of a tidy-up yesterday. She picked up Little Blanky and said, "I'm going to throw this out. You two never seem to like it."

"But that's my favourite!" I cried and ran over. Luckily part of it was still draping on the sofa. I buried my claws in its softness and purred.

Mum looked at me with a confused expression on her face. "We've had that ...mmm..probably six months at least and I've never seen you go near it. Why do you suddenly love it the day I decide it shall go?"

I kept up the paddy-pawing and purring.

"OK OK you can keep it," she said. Mission accomplished. I can ignore it for another six months now. I just like to keep my options open.

Mum says thank you for all her Catster Mum Love Hearts. "They appreciate me," she said. "They don't have to live with you," I replied. But she's alright really!


A well-trained mum

May 10th 2015 10:35 pm
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On Friday morning mum watched a lot of election results and analysis which was very dull. Once we found out that Larry the cat stays either way I lost interest in the whole process.

But then up she leapt and out came Big Bag. Was it all so bad she was leaving the country?

"No - I'm just off to Wales for the weekend," she said blithely. Abandoning us!

She came back last night very tired. Her friend has two cats (and a dog) and one of them, Jasper, likes to stroll about at night, meowing loudly. Her friends are apparently able to sleep through this but my mum has been patiently trained so that when a cat wakes in the night she gets up and sees what he wants. Jasper was delighted to find that she would go and talk to him.

She said he sounded so sad and would purr when she went and stroked him. You gave to admit we have done a good job on her.

Anyway we rarely meow at night so she is newly appreciative of us so maybe worth missing her for two days.


Jasper may be OK after all

May 7th 2015 11:26 pm
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I was in the garden when I saw my mum watching me so I went in.

"Were you enjoying your game of tag with Jasper?" she asked.

"Tag?! I was defending my territory," I said firmly. I was pretty sure my mum had seen me chasing that cat across the lawn.

"Given how flat your fur is it does seem like you were having fun rather than fighting. Also, I didn't hear any noise which I usually do when you're defending."


"That's OK - it's great that you're getting along. When you're chasing each other round my back garden we all know you're safe and that makes us happy."

"MY back garden - did you not hear the whole territory bit?"

But I will share it with next door's Jasper once in a while. It was a good game of tag!!


A discovery

May 6th 2015 10:20 pm
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Last night my mum was very boring, just sorting out paperwork. Josie did try and help but apparently throwing receipts on the floor isn't actually helping.

So we had to entertain ourselves. Luckily we're good at that and played tag but then...where's Josie? I could hear her but couldn't see her. It was a mystery.

Then a flap at the back of the sofa opened up and a tortie head peered out, followed by the rest of her. Awesome! I had no idea you could go in that way. In I went, natch!

There was a surprising amount of room in there and I ran up and down and round and poked things.

"Can you remember how to get out?" asked my mum, after a while.

I emerged. "Best sofa ever!"

Much as I hate to say it well done to Josie for spotting that. Mum was less pleased. She already checks that neither of us are in the way when she reclines it but if we could be inside that adds a whole new dimension of risk. Serves her right for doing paperwork when her cats needed entertaining is all I can say to that!


Our neglectful mum

May 5th 2015 10:33 pm
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Mum came in from work yesterday with a sad look on her face. "I feel terrible," she said.

"I imagine you do," I commented, "with that pointy nose, immobile ears, hair just on the top of your head - what's that all about?"

"I like being human actually," she said, "but I got to work today, turned my calendar over from April to May and saw it's Josie's birthday today. I forgot. Again."

"I bet Josie's Catster friends didn't" I said and truly they hadn't!

Lucky for my mum Josie has a forgiving nature. It was a wet and blustery night last night and we were glad to be indoors. Josie curled up on my mum's lap, all warmedly and loved, thinking how cosy she was and she purred.

"I will make it up to you," said my mum.

I think that means chicken for all. Hoorah!!

Thank you to Josie's Catster friends for saving the day. Thank you to Timo for her beautiful butterfly, to Meep and Bibi (a fellow cat who likes to perch I see) for her gorgeous tulips and to Frankie and the families of Big Harry and Mac for all her hugs.

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