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Perils of fat cats

March 13th 2013 11:43 pm
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It is still bitterly cold out so yesterday I had a happy evening indoors. We played with Da Bird until we were all tired out. Then I sat next to mum and Josie sat on the back of the sofa by mum's head and mum was watching something that was making her laugh and we were cosy as can be. I was also very happy as I was a Catster Pick of the Day which made me feel extra special. It was a perfect evening.

Then mum told us a story a friend had told her at work. They had been sitting enjoying just such a cosy evening earlier this week when they suddenly felt an icy cold rush of air. All the windows were shut - where could it be coming from?

When they went to look they found that their cat had been coming in through his flap but he's...how to say this nicely ...he likes his dinner and there is plenty of him to prove that fact. His ample girth had been too much for the little door and he had brought the whole thing in with him.

Don't worry - the cat had wriggled out. He was fine. They just found the door lying in the middle of the floor and a gap where it had been. And they were able to fix it which is good as cats hate draughts.

He is now on a diet.

I laughed as I am a slim thing and I keep Josie trim too by eating her food and chasing her around. I try and do the same for mum as she could stand to lose a few pounds (although she's never taken a door out to be fair) but she doesn't let me take her food.

The cat involved is a tabby boy and mum did say that she has known quite a few tabbies who just seemed to end up big and cuddly. I said "us black cats not so much" but mum reminded me that whilst my real mum was a petite black kitty my dad was a tabby of unknown size so she says not to take anything for granted.

 

Nellie the naughty puppy

March 12th 2013 11:44 pm
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Mum was telling us about one of her friend's dogs. This friend's mum works at a vet so like most vet people they get to live with a big selection of cats and dogs and the youngest is Nellie who is a Labrador.

They were having some painting done and the man put his brush down on the lid of the tin of paint and left it there. This was a big mistake.

Nellie was delighted to find her new toy and grabbed it in her teeth and ran all round with it. Their other Labrador apparently ended up looking more like a zebra with white painty stripes and - well - there's a whole lot more painting that needs doing now.

"I bet they were really cross with her" I commented but mum said that they know she is just a puppy really and she meant no harm.

"I bet you are glad you have cats instead," I added. Mum looked around at Josie's claw marks in the table, at the leaning off mantlepiece which hasn't quite fallen down yet, at the shreds in the curtains where I've climbed them, and then back at me.

"Those add a nice homely touch I always feel," I said. Mum laughed and rubbed my head (just behind my ears which is my favourite bit to get scratched) and said that pet owners have to accept a certain amount of destruction of their property. She looked around again. "Actually a lot of destruction. But luckily for you, we think you're worth it."

Lucky for her more like. I dread to think how she would be without us cats to keep an eye on her.

 

Stand Off

March 11th 2013 11:43 pm
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Normally Josie and I are very good at sharing my mum's affection. I like to start the day off with plenty of snuggles so mum rubs my tummy while I tell her what goes in my diary. Josie likes evening lap time while mum watches TV. Then when mum goes to bed Josie lies on her chest while mum reads but goes to her own bed when mum goes to sleep mostly. Then whichever of us gets to her first during the night if we both happen to wake up and feel like waking mum too.

But mum is always a bit sad at this time of year as it's round about Henry's Bridge Day so we've both been giving her extra love (and this has nothing to do with the fact it's gone cold and she is very warm.)

Last night mum went to bed with her book and Josie and I both wanted her attention simultaneously. Mum said she really wanted to finish her book as someone else wants it at the library but obviously that was never going to happen.

We sat either side of mum glaring at each other. I do usually win such contests but Josie's resolve was firm. Reading time is Josie's time - normally.

The tension mounted. Mum put down her book. I put forward a tentative paw. Josie took one step towards me. I moved my other paw.

Mum said, "Please don't fight. That would not be restful."

While I was considering this request Josie made her move and quickly scrambled on mum's chest and tucked her paws underneath her showing that she hda no intention of being budged. Well - we know how to deal with that one. Whacky paw! I raised a paw but before I could swipe mum started stroking me.

Mmmmm. I gave her a purr so she carried on. Paw down. "That's good" So no reading for mum but Josie was happy enough with her warm mattress and I was getting my attention - and mum still has plenty of book to enjoy. Everyone's a winner!

 

Where's my sheep?

March 10th 2013 11:41 pm
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I had visitors at the weekend which were my friends Alison and Glyn. Josie didn't see them as mum let the hoover out of the cupboard before they came. We both hid while mum wrestled with it all around the flat. Then Josie likes to leave it a good few hours after just in case it comes back. I don't think it ever has and I am very brave.

I liked to see Alison but she had a terrible confession to make. She had bought me a new toy specially for my second birthday which is a sheep toy. But her cats had taken such a liking to it that they are keeping it. She has promised to buy me one of my own.

I was grumpy at first but it turns out that her cats are sad at the moment so need cheering up with a sheep. Minnie the cat has a thyroid problem so is on a special diet so the two cats have to be seperated at mealtimes - and neither like that.

We understood - when mum tried to feed Josie seperately so I wouldn't eat her food it was Josie who was most unhappy with the arrangement.

So I will get a sheep and I'm pretty sure my birthday doesn't end until I have all my gifts!

Other than that it was a good weekend. Mum's face is all normal again which pleases her. The cold has come back though. I pretty much thought we were through with winter but mum says it might even snow. Definitely an indoors day.

 

Mum's tomato face

March 7th 2013 10:38 pm
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When I woke in the morning I heard Josie grumbling. Her favourite place of all to be sleeping is perched on top of mum but she wasn't getting much sleep.

"Stop wriggling and sniggling," she demanded but mum just said she was very itchy. "Shall I check you for fleas?" offered Josie. That's what mum says if we are itchy.

When mum did get up she looked in the mirror. Her face and neck are all red.

"Did someone try and strangle you?" I asked.

She considered this. "I don't think so. I'm sure I would have rememebered something like that."

So she consulted her computer and it looks like an allergy.

"I bet it's that new night cream," she muttered. My mum buys the cheap stuff but a friend gave her some expensive stuff for Christmas and she's just started using it. That's my classy mum - allergic to quality!

"Maybe I'm getting allergic to cats" she suggested but that isn't funny.

"Will you go to work?" I wondered.

"I feel fine so I will. I just look funny. I'll sit in my corner and hope no-one looks at me too closely."

She is very tomato. They won't need to look close. She should grow fur on her face like us cats then she would be OK.

 

Being a patient cat

March 6th 2013 10:38 pm
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Yesterday we were playing with Da Bird. I was doing some amazing leaps and jumps like us two years olds do. Then mum said, "hang on a minute" but I did not want to hang on.

Then she explained. The cord that Da Bird flies from had got all tangled up and knotted and she wanted to untangle him so he could fly free. I sat down and waited.

I was very patient for ages and ages while she had the toy on her lap and pulled at the knots. But every time she tugged at the cord he fluttered enticingly and suddenly I could take no more. I pounced.

I forgot that funny rule mum has about no claws on her leg and she did make an interesting noise when some of my claws missed Da Bird and got her instead.

Anyway she says he is about three quarters untangled and that's good enough for me. And she says she'll finish it off when I am outdoors as she doesn't want another shock like getting pounced on by me!

 

I love being two

March 5th 2013 10:36 pm
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So far it's been brilliant. I can't think why I wasted so much time being one. You know when the happy is bigger than your body and you just have to run to and fro until it's used up. That was me last night. Josie joined in for a while but mostly it was just me on my own leaping and bounding and just generally having a good time.

Mum was laughing and muttering, "Crazy Kitty" but I was happy.

Among my birthday treats I got sticks. Mum gave me one and then took one to Josie. She was breaking Josie's up for her - she thought having the stick whole would slow me down eating it. She doesn't know me at all. I was behind her in moments looking for seconds.

She didn't believe I had eaten it that fast and was looking for it but it takes more than that to slow me down. So I got some of Josie's too. Being me rocks!

If being two carries on like this I think I'll stick with it.

 

Whoopie Do! I am Two!!

March 4th 2013 10:44 pm
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I was so excited last night I didn't want to go to bed. Especially when mum told me that I was a Daily Diary Pick - and that I had lots of lovely messages from my Catster friends.

I ran around and chased Josie and my tail got all fluffy with the thrill of being a so very nearly two year old. But mum said bed time and off she went. But I wanted us both to stay awake until midnight so we could see my birthday arrive. I did my best - I purred, I head rubbed, I poked her face with my paw (Claws in at first of course. I do have some manners. But claws out when she ignored that. Never ignore a cat!)

In the end I had to give up so I didn't get to see the first minutes of my birthday but don't you worry. I woke up bright and early and went to tell her to wake up and PRESENT TIME!! She's actually a bit grumpy this morning although I can't think why.

I didn't get a butterfly like Squirrel's but we did watch his video and the toy is indeed awesome. Mum said, "Ah. Garden Centre" and has promised to look out for them.

I did get others toys and two new flavours of Felix Goodie Bag so I'm a pretty happy cat today. Yey! I love birthdays!!

 

I know what I want

March 3rd 2013 10:39 pm
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Spring was definitely poking its head above the parapet this weekend. We had a little sunshine and a little warm and the bushes in the garden that looked dead are sprouting little green shoots. Josie and I were extremely happy about this and kept going out to look. Only it was still quite cold so we kept coming back in again.

Mum said she was getting fed up of letting me in and out but I'm sure she's just so happy that I'm not a poorly boy any more she didn't mind.

Tomorrow is a very exciting day for I will double my age. Oh yes- no more being a one year old kitten for me. I'll be the grand old age of Two. I think that will be a splendid age. I'll be properly a grown up cat.

Mum asked me what I would like as my present and I thought hard and long. Then I knew.

"I want a butterfly toy like the one that Squirrel was getting only it got lost in the stream." We had read this terrible story in his diary.

"You don't even know what the toy is like," mum said.

"No, but I bet it's awesome."

Mum agreed that a toy that has to come by truck is probably awesome and promised to look for one in the toy shop nand off she went. Only it turns out there is a reason Squirrel's toy came by truck as there were no butterfly toys to be had. But I did hear some interesting rustling from her bag of the bag of treat variety so she didn't come back empty handed.

I can't wait until tomorrow!!

 

100% Toby

February 28th 2013 10:40 pm
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That was a close run thing but thanks to the wondrous power of the Catster Purr Team I am all betterer.

Here are the signs that the boy is back: I ate all my supper and all my breakfast and I ate some of Josie's - and we are back on full portions; I complained to my mum about how long she was taking to feed us; I gave Josie whacky paw when we both wanted the same toy; I played with Da Bird for ages.

I was lying there last night thinking of all these good things and I wanted to share my happy feelings so I jumped up on her bed.

She was lying there and after a moment I heard a snicker.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked.

"I was laughing at my own foolishness," she replied.

"I like to laugh at your own foolishness too. Which bit were you thinking of?" I asked.

"I felt you jump up on the bed and the thought flashed in to my mind that if I just lay there and pretended to be asleep you might go away again and I could go back to sleep."

That was indeed foolish. Firstly us cats are sleep experts and know when someone is pretending. Secondly I wouldn't let a stupid thing like her being asleep let mum miss out on my loving. Don't you worry - I kept her awake for ages giving me headrubs and strokes while I purred happily. She can catch up at the weekend.

 
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