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I was here!!

July 1st 2013 10:39 pm
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Last night mum came home from dancing and Josie and I popped out as usual for a sniff of evening air and then we came home. Mum said, "hello Josie", put some supper in a bowl and put it in the sitting room where we both duly went. Then mum shut the door.

"I'm off to find the boy," she called, "and I want to know you are safely in while I find him" and out she went. I heard her calling and calling me from outdoors and rustling enticing sounding bags. At one point she came in so I scrabbled frantically at the closed door.

"I'll let you out in a moment, Josie," said my mum. "I can't go to bed until he's safely home."

But I was safely home.

It was some time later I heard mum come in and sigh heavily. "Drat the boy" she said. She shut the front door which had been open all the while and opened the sitting room door.

"OK Josie. We'll give him a moment...Toby? You were here all along?"

"Yes I was."

She was very happy to see me and said she took back all the things she had muttered about me while she had paced local gardens looking. She said she had seen Leo and Smudge from next door but they had both said they hadn't seen me. Of course they did. I was here, where I was meant to be. Mum just hadn't seen me come in.

Sighs heavily. Mums aren't very bright sometimes.


The sun is here

June 30th 2013 10:40 pm
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People were saying it wouldn't come but I knew my friend Laura Belle had parcelled some up and sent it so it would.

Our new washing machine is here too. What a swiz! It came in polystyrene blocks and no box. It is smaller than the old one and we can walk right behind it easily (although we haven't had much of a chance to do that as mum has been washing pretty much constantly since it arrived and we don't like the way it whines.)

I asked mum if it is true that European washing machines are smaller than American ones and she said she did some work for Maytag a while back and she's pretty sure we couldn't even get one of their machines in our kitchen so yes, she thinks they are.

It was a pretty exciting weekend all in all as we had a visitor to stay. I was sleeping when mum was making up the bed in the spare room so Josie helped. I heard mum saying, "You crazy cat, that's your own tail." I haven't chased my tail since I was a kitten but Josie chases hers sometimes because it makes mum laugh and that's what she was doing.

The visitor was Nicky who comes this time every year and she and my mum go off to Wimbledon to watch the tennis. Nicky has known both of us since we were small but this was the first year she has been able to stroke Josie which shows just how brave my sister has become.

I caught a frog for Nicky to play with but mum didn't notice and accidentally shut the door before I could bring him in. I put him down to explain and off he hopped and I couldn't catch him again.

The sunny is still here (thanks Laura Belle) so I'm off out to enjoy it.


Soggy feet

June 27th 2013 10:41 pm
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Last night mum came home from her dance class and Josie and I popped out to see what had been happening which is what we like to do. Josie went back in as it was raining but it wasn't raining hard so I stayed out.

Mum called me but I pretended not to hear her. Then she popped her head round the porch and saw me.

"Come in now, young man," she said.

I sniffed some extra interesting blades of grass.

"In a minute," I said.

"No, now," she said and came out to get me. If I'm honest I wasn't too sorry to be going in as it was quite damp so I let her round me up and in we went.

"Yak!!" she exclaimed, "My feet are all soggy". So keen was she to reach me she hadn't stopped for shoes. She peeled off sodden socks and put them to dry. When they are dry they'll go in the basket and then the machine - when we have one again. People are funny like that. All those jobs to do whilst I just sat and gave my paws a good washing and they came up all dry and fluffy.

Mum was watching me and said she was glad she didn't have to lick her soggy feet but I like knowing I am properly clean and am glad that I do.

Today is a happy day as mum has holiday and the machine is coming. I got excited when I read what cats said about the box it will come in and I asked mum if we can keep ours. She said we'll have to see as the flat is already pretty full of things for our entertainment. (It isn't. Not enough anyway!)


Another bird

June 26th 2013 10:42 pm
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Mum came home all happy yesterday. She reckoned she had petted a horse at work.

"You did not pet a horse. How would it get in the office?" I asked.

"OK. It was a pony and it was in the car park," she claimed.

"What's a pony?"

"It's a small horse. Her name was Beauty and she lived up to it," mum said.

"Smaller than a cat?"

"No. Much bigger than a cat. Children can ride them."

"I do not wish to meet a pony," I told her and mum says I won't but that actually horses and cats generally get along fine. Her company have just started having a stables for people with disabilities as their chosen charity (I'm assuming cat charities weren't one of the choices)so they sent the pony to say hello.

Then mum suddenly said, "oh no you don't!" and shut the cat flap. Josie was there with a bird in her mouth. There was some discussion as Josie was very keen to bring the bird in for us all to enjoy but mum wasn't having it. She's funny like that.

Josie reckons she caught the bird but mum said that as Josie had literally just gone out, unless the bird had been walking past the cat flap at that moment and had been caught without so much as a squawk, then no, Josie didn't. Mum reckons another cat caught it and Josie found it or it died of natural causes and Josie found it. Either way she wasn't having it indoors.

Eventually Josie gave up as she wanted her supper and mum went out and once again kept the bird for herself. When I catch one I might not let mum know..


Our neglectful mum

June 25th 2013 10:39 pm
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You may want to get an animal welfare charity on speed dial before you read of our shameful treatment.

Mum was bustling about yesterday and she scooped up our water bowl and gave the water to the plants as she does every morning but she got distracted and forgot the very important Part Two of that process. Where was our fresh water? Where was any water?

When she came home and saw a gap where our water bowl should be her face fell.

"How did I forget? Poor cats. Here all day with no water. How could I have done that?"

How indeed?! She put some down right away but the damage was done. I was just explaining the torment of our thirst and how only a handful of Dreamies or some fresh chicken would remove the horror from my mind as mum went in her room to get changed. Her eyes fell on the glasses by her bed.

"You drank that of course. Thank goodness."

"Well, yes, there was that, but we were still tormented...."

She looked at me.

"Still I bet you're glad you haven't got around to getting a cup with a straw like some of my Catster friends suggested."

She admitted she was. To be fair to her she's never done that before and I don't think she will again - and she gave us some ham and then I found out I was a Diary Pick again which is something quite splendid so I am minded to forgive her. But if she ever does do it again there'll be trouble and hopefully it will make her forget the straw idea.


Also at the weekend

June 24th 2013 10:40 pm
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I forgot to say but we had another adventure.

On Sunday Mum was in the kitchen and all out of nowhere she fell to her knees and started hugging the washing machine. I know she likes it but this was odd. She sort of hugged and tugged and gradually it came away from the wall.

We have never seen this before and were very excited to scramble behind and see what was there. Not a lot is the answer. Mum did tell us that but we like to see things for ourselves.

Then mum started pulling at pipes and things. Naturally I like a good look and to offer encouragement and support.

"I can't do this round your fuzzy head," said my mum but you never know when a mouse or kitty treat might appear so I resisted her attempts to push me away.

In the end she gave up pulling and went next door and came back with a very scary looking metal thing so we gave her a wide berth in case she had asked them if she could borrow a cat deterent. Luckily she attacked the washing machine with this, not us, and it yielded its pipes in the end although it fought back and there was much muttering and cursing.

Turns out the washing machine is broken down. It had been making some most peculier noises and stopped spinning so everything came out all wet. I remember getting dripped on when I helped mum hang out the washing not so long away. If it will cause soggy fur then it must go and happily mum agrees.

We are to have a new one so something else to look forward to as mum will take a day off work so they can fit it. That's later this week. I love when mum takes days off work!


Missing mum

June 23rd 2013 10:41 pm
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On Saturday my mum was very excited as she was having a birthday treat from her sister - tea in a countryside hotel with cucumber sandwiches, scones and clotted cream and dainty cakes and then, and she was particularly looking forward to this part, a Moroccan Muscle Melt Massage.

Off she went. Supper time came. Supper time went. She hadn't left extra like she normally does when she thinks she'll be late. We got to thinking.

"Have they really melted her?" asked Josie.

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Maybe they did and that's why she isn't here. Maybe she can't drive. How will she get back? Will they pour her through the letter box?" worried Josie.

"More to the point - how will she reach our biscuits which for no good reason she insists on storing up high?"

We had so convinced ourselves that mum would return in liquid form that seeing her all looking normal when she finally did come back was a great relief. We had supper and then mum watched TV and both of us nestled near her. We both tapped her with our paws intermittently demanding strokeses.

"This is wonderfully cosy," said my mum. "Why can't you two be like this more often?"

"We thought they had melted you," I admitted.

She gave a contented sigh. "No, just supremely relaxed."

We stayed cosy with my mum a lot over the weekend seeing as it made her so happy.


June 20th 2013 10:40 pm
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It is warm here but not sunny. Mum keeps looking at the sky and saying it's going to rain but it keeps not and I'm making the most of it, being out in the garden whenever I can be.

Last night mum called me in and I came and she petted me and told me what a good boy I am to come when called.

"Where's my treat?" I demanded.

She looked at me and sighed. "If you were a dog it would be enough that you had made me happy."

"I am a cat. Treat now!"

Mum has been hanging out with a dog she meets on her lunchbreaks at work and apparently he always gives her a lick and a waggy tail even though she's never given him anything to eat. Stupid dog - he's really missing a trick. She's good with treats.

I continued to stand by the treat drawer and demand my treat until mum gave in and then I was ready to go back out but mum had locked up as it was bedtime. Then she commented that as I am out so much she isn't getting so much love from me.

I thought about that one and it's true so when she was all snuggled up in her pyjamas and settling to sleep she got a Toby Love Bomb - my best purrs, snuggles and some dribbles to boot. She kept muttering about needing sleep but I knew I could catch up later and I didn't want her to go another minute without knowing I do love her really.


June 19th 2013 10:38 pm
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Last night we were grumpy with our mum - where was she? Supper time came and supper time went, no sign of her.

It was really late when she finally came home.

"Where were you? We've been starved," I told her when she walked in.

"I was at the company quiz night. I left you extra biscuits." She looked in our bowl. "But clearly not enough." No, not enough.

She redeemed herself slightly having stopped at the pet shop and bought us yummy food which we shared. Then she asked, "Do you want a quick run outside before I go to bed or shall we play indoors?"

Games with mum are the best so I stayed in and we played with Da Bird and then when mum got fed up of retreiving it (I like to take it to the hall when I catch it) we played feather stick under newspaper and I shredded that pretty impressively. (If you're wondering where Josie was all this time she did mass crazy running around when mum first came back and then had to have a lie down to recover.)

Then mum said "Bed time" and I said "Good night" and headed for the door. Mum might be tired but I was in adventure mode and was keen to see what the night held.

Mum looked at me, poised by the door.

"Do I ever let you out at this stage?" she asked.

I considered this. "No, but you might."

"I won't"

And she didn't. But us cats know there's never any harm in asking. Indeed I was asking from bright and early this morning. Where mum and Dee piled up branches there's all sorts of fun to be had. I'm off to enjoy it as it's proper morning-time now.



June 18th 2013 10:36 pm
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In summer it is really important for cats (and mums) to keep hydrated. Josie and I have a big bowl of water and every day mum switches it for a clean bowl and fresh water...but we still like her water glass the best.

Mum likes to see us drink as it's healthy so she thought she would be clever. Two water glasses - one wide at the top for easy cat access; one more narrow for her. We both had a drink from our glass and agreed it was good. Then I had a drink from mum's glass to compare. Much the same really. Mum sighed and said that wasn't the plan.

So then mum tried filling our glass conveniently to the brim and hers only half-full. Now the best kitty food comes in tiny tins - if there's less of something it's usually tastier - so we both went for mum's glass this time and topped up from the other glass when we could reach no more.

She might as well give up. Josie and I share a bowl happily so I don't know where she gets the idea she should have one of her own from!

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