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We're having visitors

November 14th 2013 11:34 pm
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Mum was rushing around tidying up and that's usually a Friday evening job.

"We're having some very special visitors this evening" she told us.

I thought I knew who this would be.

"We're having an At Home for all the Catster cats! Brilliant!!" I said.

But mum laughed. "That would be fun but they mostly live too far away. It's people."

So I started listing all my people friends wondering who it might be but mum told me I've never met them, "but Josie has" she added.

Given that Josie is prone to hiding when people come but I'm the sociable one I couldn't imagine who that might be. Neither could Josie at first but then she guessed.

"It's Nahid and Troy," she said and mum said yes it is.

When Josie met Troy she was a very hungry little homeless cat scavanging for food in a supermarket car park. He works for the supermarket and when he saw her he knew she needed a home so took her to safety. Nahid is his mum and between them they got Josie all cleaned up and well fed. Their cats didn't take to Josie which is how she came to live here with my mum. They haven't seen Josie since then.

Mum hopes they'll be happy with how well Josie is and how much she is loved.

"And they'll like to meet me too," I pointed out and mum says they love all cats so yes, they will.

They are coming after work this evening so that's pretty exciting for us. Mum says to practice being on our best behaviour all day. I do that best with my eyes shut!


My mum was wrong

November 13th 2013 10:46 pm
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We were enjoying cosy night in, me, Josie and my mum - all nestled close together on the sofa and my mum said, "I want a cup of tea but I don't want Josie to take my place." Josie hates to see warm wasted and will jump down to where mum was sitting pretty much as soon as my mum stands up.

Then my mum put her book down right in the middle of the comfy cushion she was sitting on, looked Josie in the eye and said, "I'm sitting there." Off she trotted to the kitchen.

Josie peered down from her vantage point on the back of the sofa and considered that statement.

"She's not, is she?" came Josie's verdict. "I mean she was but now she isn't," and down Josie jumped. She sniffed mum's book. "Looks pretty comfy," and Josie settled herself down on top of mum's book and curled up into that "I've been asleep for hours, you can't possibly move me" pose that us cats do so well.

Mum walked back in, steaming mug in hand. She looked at Josie and the corners of the book, poking out under Josie's fur. "So now I've lost my book and my seat. That didn't work out so well" was her comment.

Our mum is well-trained - and has other books - so she took herself off to the other end of the sofa and left Josie to it Being a cat rocks!


Call me Tobeey

November 12th 2013 10:45 pm
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When my mumm came home yesterday she was carrying some pieces of paper with string dangling down. Actually Josie was the first to notice and to start batting it about.

"What are they?" I asked. Mum picked them up to show me. That delighted Josie as the string snaked away from her.

What I saw was a colouful picture of a very smiling cat and at the top was written Tobeey.

"I think that's you," said my mum. "Madison drew them. That's not quite how we spell your name but she's had a good go."

Madison is my mum's manager's little girl. She loves cats and she loves to draw and I like the way she spells my name.

Then there was one of Josie which is a much harder name to spell and we're not quite sure what letters we're looking at there but Josie has a wonderful smile too and six legs which Josie thinks she would rather like in real life too so she could outrun me.

And mum has Disney Princess stickers and ribbon instead of string.

And then my mum said, "And now it's supper time" and I thought how happy my home is and what lucky cats we are and a purr rumbled out of me.


More odd people behaviour

November 11th 2013 10:38 pm
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With our insurance we get a magazine that my mum reads cover to cover - even the bits about dogs and rabbits. It arrived this week so last night my mum was happily cooing over the animal stories when she said, "Awww! You love me really."

"We do?" I asked. Then caught her eye. "We do. Of course. How does the magazine know that?"

"They did an experiment on cats," she started.

I looked at her aghast.

"It sounds OK," she was quick to reassure me. "The cats were in their own homes. They played recording of voices to the cats and the voices they liked the best were those of their own family."

So people really did this apparently. It does make you wonder. Of course we like our own people voices the best. We have many lovely visitors but they rarely say, "And now it's suppertime" so their voices aren't as good as mum's who says that every day.

Although when my mum sings any voice would be better!!


Mum makes plans and we laugh

November 10th 2013 11:11 pm
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Mum said there were two things she wanted to do at the weekend. (1) Finally finish her jigsaw and (2) get a photo of Josie and me together for our Christmas Card.

Challenge accepted!

She did spend time on her jigsaw. I helped lots of course and finally she had the last spare piece in her hand.

"That's not right," she said. "There's two gaps. There's a piece missing." And she looked all round. Under me and everything else on the table, on the floor, behind the curtains, behind the table but we had hidden it too well. I mean, it was a mystery and had vanished. My mum had 999 pieces of her 1000 piece jigsaw.

"Drat," she said, "but I have finished all I have." And then what do you think she did, after all those months of putting the picture together? Broke it back into 999 pieces! I will never understand people.

As for our photo. No. We did enjoy being close to each other and darting apart as soon as we heard the whirr of the camera opening and mum muttering about us being contrary cats. We want individual cards, We don't want to share.



November 7th 2013 10:45 pm
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When it's cold and I don't want to play outside I like to chase Josie. When she's had enough I like my mum to amuse me - maybe Da Bird, maybe the laser pointer, maybe some new game. I'm pretty easy to please really.

Last night - Da Bird. How I love that game. How I leap! How I jump! How I defy the laws of gravity in a balletic display of grace! How I thunked.....

Bang! So intent on Da Bird fluttering irrisistably just out of reach was I that I didn't see how close to the unit I had got until I hit it.

"Ooooooh" said my mum. "Ooooooh" said my insides.

I continued my path to behind the armchair to re-group. Hm. Nothing brokened. Good.

I emerged for my applause.

"Poor Toby," said my mum. "Are you OK?"

I lay down to consider this. Being thunked is surprisingly tiring. I gradually started to close my eyes.

"Toby! Oh my gosh!" said my mum and ran with pleasing haste to my side and stroked me.

"What?" I asked, giving her a playful bat with my paw.

"I thought you had knocked yourself out there."

"Nah! Didn't hurt. Shall we continue?" Up to my feet and ready to pounce.

So we did. It takes more than a thunking to stop me.


Happier cats

November 6th 2013 10:45 pm
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Last night there were hardly any bangs at all. Josie and I celebrated in proper cat style - lots of running around and leaping, chasing each other into every corner of the flat. It was brilliant.

Then we were sleepy so we each had a comfy place in the sitting room and we curled up.

But then, through our dreams, came an enticing sound. Oh yes - my mum was having another go at her jigsaw. She must need feline assistance. Never slow at stepping forward we both jumped up on the table and on to the jigsaw to see how best we could help.

"You were both fast asleep," commented my mum. "Please go back and be fast asleep again."

After a few perfunctory paw swipes Josie did but I'm made of sterner stuff.

"I'll just finish off this corner for you," I suggested. I thought my mum had it wrong so started taking the pieces apart.

"Stop that," said my mum. I continued. A hand pushed me back, rather rudely I thought. I sneaked a paw under the hand and continued.

"Toby!" a low warning tone but I was a cat on a mission. One more go and I really could sort that corner out. Mum pushed my paw back again so I bit her. Not hard, a friendly warning really.

I had forgotten how she feels about being bitten.

Out of nowhere I found two hands round my middle and I was swept off the table and placed on the floor. Yes, I felt a bit humiliated. Luckily I know what to do when I feel small and off I trotted.

"And leave Josie be!" came the command. But I always feel better after I beat her up..

Cats never lose arguments. I jumped back on the table, curled up on the jigsaw and shut my eyes firmly. I wasn't interfering but I was most decidedly part of the action. That worked for me.

Mum continued around me.

The jigsaw is not yet complete but mum says she is determined to have it done before Christmas so we have more fun with that yet!


We do not like fireworks!

November 5th 2013 10:28 pm
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Last night was the Fireworks Night and they banged and whistled and hissed and we all stayed safe at home. I decided the safest place would be under the throw on the armchair; a cosy little tent from where I couldn't see the fireworks and they couldn't see me.

Josie sat close by my mum. Then I heard mum say, "Ahh Josie. Of course you can have some stroksies" and a gentle rumble of purr. Then mum said "Josie - what are you after?" then "You want my place?" and the sound of movement.

When I emerged from my tent Josie was contentedly curled up where mum had been sitting having pushed mum out of her seat. Josie likes the warm mum leaves behind. Mum was sitting next to her wondering how that had happened.

I miss being in the garden but the bangs should start stopping now and we can go back to normal.

Cats celebrate things by running around and being happy and a bowl of something tasty and I wish people did too!!



November 4th 2013 10:37 pm
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Mum seemed very tired last night. She kept yawning.

"Do you need a sleep?" I enquired politely.

"No," she replied. "I was watching a programme about dogs and it says they have so much empathy they yawn along with their humans. I was wondering about you two."

I thought back. No yawns.

"No empathy," said my mum, a little sadly.

"What's empathy anyway? And why do the dogs get all of it?"

"It's being able to feel what someone else is feeling. For example if I was sad you would fell sad too and try and cheer me up."

I considered this. I don't particularly like to be sad so wasn't sure why I would want mum's sad too.

"The dogs can keep it," I said.

Anyway we do cheer my mum up which is why she's hardly ever sad. We do it by being such amazing, wonderful and beautiful creatures and letting her share our home with us.

Having said that I would like a dog if it would fight Smudge for me but mum says we can't have one as she is out at work all day and dogs need company. We would have had a pet mouse to keep it company if Josie hadn't killed it of course but that is what happened so no dog for us.


A valuable lesson for my mum

November 3rd 2013 10:29 pm
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Josie and I hate the hoover but once a week mum releases it from its cupboard and struggles to control it as it greedily gobbles up everything in its path - all the dust or crumbs and kitty hair but also any ball or overlooked kitty treat vanishes down its long neck. And once a month mum takes its head off and allows it it poke its neck behind and under and around things. That's really scary as sometimes it pokes where we're hiding. And it growls horribly all the time.

Mum did this on Saturday and by the end the growl had become a hideous wailing.

"That's not right," said my mum. She pulled the head off and started taking it to bits. Then... "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Fur!" She skipped about squealing for a bit. "I may have found the other half of the mouse."

Then she calmed down a bit and talked to herself as she is wont to do on such occasions. "Come on Harriet - you have to deal with it."

She got a pokey thing and poked at where the fur was blocking and out fell - a small toy mouse. Told you it eats our toys.

My mum threw it away on account of it all being dusty and she couldn't face ever having that happen again.

Hopefully she has learnt never to let the hoover out again.

It is our fireworks time over here in the UK and we don't like tham so we were already having a bad weekend. The bangs are one thing but we really hate the ones that hiss like a massive and very angry invisible cat. I am quite brave but Josie's been hiding a lot.

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