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Doing garden work

June 17th 2013 11:21 pm
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Yesterday started scary but ended happy.

My friend Dee came round carrying a step ladder and some scary looking implements. Normally my friends sit down, drink coffee and entertain me but Dee just waltzed straight through into the garden and my mum followed.

"See what I mean?" said my mum.

"OK," said Dee. "If we start on this big bush here.."

And they started hacking away at my favourite bush, chop, choppety,chop. I watched from a very safe distance. At one point they saw me, "Here's Toby" but being greeted by someone clutching shears is a bit scary so I moved to where they couldn't see me.

At one point I heard my mum say, "Shouldn't we stop now? The bin is full." That is my mum's normal gardening philosophy. But Dee carried on and they stacked all the rest of the branches.

Eventually they were done. Mum reckons the garden looks bigger and brighter. I went for a good explore - and so did Josie when she thought it was really safe. There are fewer hiding places which is good as scary cat won't be able to hide but bad as I like hiding places. Mum has left me some long grass as I like playing in that. Josie likes it as there are fewer out of reach perching places for the birds.

Mum says it will all grow back in time but when they cut bits off me they didn't so I don't know how she is so sure.

Anyway we were all tired by the evening but perked up no end when mum announced that once again I have been honoured with a Daily Diary Pick!! So a very happy ending to my eventful day.

 

Mum's birthday

June 16th 2013 11:13 pm
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Birthdays are fun even when they aren't yours. We helped mum open her presents and we celebrated with her with a tin of the most delicious cat food. Neither of us managed to get another bird but mum said kitty kisses from me and a lap snuggle from Josie were all she wanted from us and she got that.

There are a few things about birthdays that aren't so good though. Firstly I was a bit shocked when mum told me how old she is now - only she then told me in cat years and it wasn't so scary.

Then there's cards. I don't mind them so much but mum has them all over and where Josie likes to sit on the mantlepiece. There is a certain theme I couldn't help but notice.

"Do your friends know that you like cats then?"

"I may have mentioned you once or twioe."

On the pictures I can count one giraffe, one bunch of flowers and then about twenty cats.

The other thing - for all mum's words it seems we aren't enough for her on her special day and she left us and then came back with even more presents and cards.

But today is our day. Mum's work give her a day off for her birthday and that's today so snuggles and garden time and food on demand and that's what I call a happy birthday.

 

My chicken

June 13th 2013 10:34 pm
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So there I was, quietly sitting in the kitchen, minding my own business when mum came in.

"Toby!" she exclaimed. "You're not allowed on the kitchen sides."

"I'm not on the kitchen sides," I retorted. I was very much on the kitchen floor.

"But you have been," she said.

I considered my paws. Hm. Definitely dry. No tell-tale paw prints.

"What makes you think that then?"

"Because I left a piece of chicken on the side and now that piece of chicken is in shreds on the floor."

Well that one was hard to deny and it was delicious.

"I expect it was for me anyway," I commented.

"It was but I had intended you would share with Josie" she replied.

"Ah - one of life's many disppointments."

But mum had other ideas not specially liking to be disappointed and grabbed part of my chicken - MY chicken mind, that I had hunted down off the kitchen side and gave it to Josie. I did let her. I was quite full but this stage.

"How did you even know the chicken was there?" mum wanted to know.

Ah the beauty that is the sensitivity of the cat nose, we can sniff out anything we want - and I wanted chicken!

 

Being a purry cat

June 12th 2013 9:58 pm
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Yesterday I had such a great evening. I was a Catster Diary Pick and felt extremely proud and special. I did lots of running in the garden and I had lots of snuggling and tummy rubs with my mum.

When it came to bedtime I sat on the bedside table and I thought about my happy day and I purred. My mum was settling herself down to sleep and I looked at her all peaceful and I purred some more.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Sleepy time now Toby"

"I'll just sit here and purr a bit longer."

She closed her eyes again. Then opened them.

"I can't sleep with you purring like that. I keep thinking you'll do something."

How unkind. "I won't" I assured her.

Eyes closed again. More purrs and you know, I do love my mum and I would let her sleep contentedly. I reached out one paw and stroked her gently on the cheek.

Eyes pinged open. "That's exactly what I'm talking about."

She does that to me, little strokes while I'm sleeping. Life can be unfair.

Ooooooh - a big enormous spider has just run across the carpet. I'm off to catch it before my mum sees it and gets scared.

 

A new game

June 11th 2013 10:36 pm
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Sometimes mum buys us new toys and sometimes she gets ideas off articles or the net and she makes them. To be honest as long as I have her attention I don't really mind where the toys come from.

Yesterday evening we tried a new one. She got a cardboard tube and squashed the ends down. Then she got a handful of cat biscuits and tried to pour them in.

"Wouldn't that be easier if you hadn't squashed the end down?" I asked, watching biscuits skittering everywhere.

"Yes," she admitted, "I must have not read that part properly."

End unsquashed, biscuits in, end squashed back down and she set her artefact proudly on the carpet.

Always obliging I trotted over and gave it a sniff.

"Biscuits," I said approvingly and tapped it with a paw. To my delight some of the biscuits fell out. I munched them down, tap, biscuits, crunch, tap.. and then tap and nothing. Harder tap. Nothing. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

"Toby, come back," called my mum, "you're meant to have fun trying to get the rest out."

"No thank you. I've had sufficient." She looked a bit crestfallen. "Maybe I'll come back later."

Josie did have a go but I think we're agreed that there's only so much effort it's worth going to for biscuits.

I didn't run out last night as my mum was home all evening so I had plenty of garden time. I've told her that's the answer; all she needs to do is stay home and we'll be fine.

 

Prowling in the night

June 10th 2013 10:40 pm
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When mum came home from her line dancing last night Josie and I were ready for her. She opened the front door and whoosh! we were gone into the night. I love a summer night filled with fascinating scents and sounds.

Mum usually lets us have a few minutes while she sorts herself out then calls us back in and that's what she did. Josie - Miss Goodie Two Shoes - trotted back but I wanted my mum to come and chase me like before.

Mum called some more then went back. She came out again bag of cat treats in one hand, biscuit box in the other. She shook the box; she rustled the bag; she called my name. Sneaky but not sneaky enough. I had gone in the neighbour's garden. I saw her peering in but she couldn't see me.

Then she said loudly, "Oh well. I've still got one. That's OK." and off she went.

I had won. Hoorah! The night and all that lurked in it was mine.

Then I was thinking. My mum is a two cat girlie, she needs me and Josie to make her happy. And if I wasn't her boy who would rub my tummy? who would feed me? Who would chase the bad cats away? I hadn't thought this one through.

I made a mad dash for home. Luckily the front door was open and there was my mum, brushing her teeth. She stopped when she saw me and quickly shut the door and gave me a big cuddle. Josie was happy to see me too but mainly as she had been shut in one room so couldn't go missing too.

I told my mum she must promise not to say she is Ok with one cat again and she said I must promise not to run off again. I'm thinking about that one.

 

A gift for my mum

June 9th 2013 10:37 pm
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On Thursday my mum came home with a small package. I wasn't very interested but Josie gave it a good sniff and was patting the ribbons to see them bounce.

"What is this?" she wanted to know.

"It's an early birthday present," said my mum. One of her friends is off to America for three weeks and wanted to give my mum her gift before she went.

Josie continued her examination.

"What's inside?"

"I don't know. We have to wait for the day. That's part of the fun." Although I have to say I did see mum giving it an almost as thorough examination herself and trying to guess.

Anyway this made Josie very thoughtful.

"I want to give mum a birthday present. She gives us so much and we never give her anything."

"Speak for yourself. I give her kitty kisses every day and all the love my heart will hold." I said.

But Josie was determined and out she went. She was gone about half an hour and then suddenly came hurtling through the magic door. Mum jumped up to see what all the commotion was about and Josie dropped the gift at her feet. One dead bird. Neither of us have ever caught a bird before.

My mum was so excited. She jumped about and made lots of high pitched noises. Eventually she calmed down enough to scoop up the gift and she went outside with it.

"Where's it gone?" I asked.

"Somewhere you can't get to it" said my mum. I bet she ate it.

I have had a go now I know it can be done but haven't managed to catch one myself...yet. But there's still time before mum's birthday. Mum says she prefers just to have kitty kisses but I think she's just trying to make me feel better.

 

Being the man of the house

June 6th 2013 10:37 pm
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Last night Josie and I were in the garden enjoying the sunshine when bad cat started yowling, something about grinding our bones to make him bread. We didn't need warning twice. We skedaddled back into the safety of our flat.

Josie scrambled to the back of the armchair so she had a good vantage point to see if he came and I ran right past her and mum.

Then a horrible feeling gripped me as I realised. Mum doesn't really understand cat speak apart from a few basic commands and she was sitting happily unaware of the dreadful peril we were all in. She hadn't closed the door. Any second now he might attempt to come in and attack.

Being the only male in our household I knew what I had to do. I walked back to the open door and sat there. If he wanted to get mum or Josie he would have to get past me first.

He must have known I meant business as he didn't come but it was a relief when about half an hour later mum closed the door and I could leave my post.

She looked down at me, "Toby - I hadn't realised you were there. Were you guarding the doorway?"

"Naturally."

She picked me up and gave me a big hug.

"That is so sweet."

"Sweet? I think you meant to say 'My hero'"

"That too."

I got a scritch under the chin and my choice of kitty treats and I would do it again. Someone's got to keep us all safe.

 

Scaring Josie

June 5th 2013 10:39 pm
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Mum had been right about the sun coming back. As soon as she was home the doors were open and I was out looking for my new pet - or anything else I could bring home. I found a particularly interesting twig, all knobbly bits and easy to carry and surely she couldn't object to that? I brought it in and dropped it near the door then off out again for more adventuring.

Now Josie is not such an adventuresome cat as me. She will come outdoors but mostly when she wants a little grass to much for her tummy and mostly when I'm out there or mum is so she has someone to scare off any dragons that pass by. So she had a little wander but then in she went.

We have a curtain across our doors. You can sort of see through it and you sort of can't. When we come in we have to scoot under it only one time I came in and it got stuck on my head. I didn't really notice and kept going.

Josie says she saw what looked like a gradually getting larger monster coming in. She was so frit that even when I emerged she wasn't sure it was me. Not only did her fur get big but she stood on her back legs and walked sideways at me. Most peculier behaviour.

I ignored her and mum told her it was just Toby.

"Just Toby!? There's no 'just' about me. Did you not see I am once again a Diary Pick? And was I not right to bring in the slug as people liked that story?"

Josie calmed down. She said that attitude had to be the real me. Mum said no more slugs, diary pick or no diary pick and she even threw my twig out.

You see what I have to live with!!

 

My pet slug

June 4th 2013 10:36 pm
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After all - why should mums get all the pets? Mum says she loves having us in her life, to care for and enjoy being with, and I wanted that too.

It was a beautiful day yesterday and as soon as mum came home from work and opened the doors I was outside, checking my garden, chasing birds and watching the bugs and then I saw him. He was only a tiny little baby slug. I was sure mum wouldn't mind.

"Jump on my fur little one", I said and he did and we went indoors. I think baby slugs are like kittens and probably need a lot of sleep so I ran through to the bedroom and deposited him gently on the bed. He looked so sweet against the white sheets. "Sleep well, " I called. "I'll be back at bedtime." And out I went again, not wanting to miss a moment of the lovely evening.

I'll admit I had pretty much forgotten him when mum called me in for bedtime. She brushed her teeth, pulled on her pyjamas and went to snuggle in to bed and then..."yeuch! What is that?"

I hurried over for a look.

"That's my slug."

"In my bed?"

"As you see."

"He'll have to go."

My mum is so mean. Out went my slug, no pet for me....for now!

It's cloudy today so less outdoors time but mum says the sun is coming back later. Hooray!

 
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