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The animal psychologist

February 27th 2013 10:46 pm
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Mum reckons I am not 100% Toby yet but am getting close now. Thanks to the amazing power of my friends' purrs. I felt well enough to steal Josie's breakfast this morning and to wake mum up in the night for some snuggles and dribble time.

Josie says she prefers me poorly but I don't so she's going to have to get used to this again.

Mum was telling us about a friend at work who is adopting a dog which is called Whisky. Poor Whisky has been at the shelter so long he was on the euthanasia list but tomorrow he leaves the shelter and goes to his forever home.

My mum's friend had to prove she was going to be a good parent. She had to visit him lots so they could bond, she had her home inspected and she had a session with the animal psychologist.

I said it was lucky for Whisky that Julie did pass that session. Then something struck me.

"Did you have to be approved by the animal psychologist before we came along?"

Mum said no. She said with Josie she got a phone call at work saying, "I hear you like cats. Would you like another one?" and with me she did explain how she had a broken heart and a massive cat shaped hole in her life and I was allowed to come to her.

"I fixed your heart, didn't I?" I said proudly. I might have been tiny then but I always knew my stuff. Mum gave me a headrub and kiss and said that yes, I had.

I'm glad mum didn't have to see the animal psychologist. She's not always exactly normal but we love her anyway.


I think the purrs are working

February 26th 2013 10:37 pm
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Mum came home yesterday and fed us but I wasn't feeling right so I didn't eat anything and I was mewing at her and pacing and mum found where I had been sick in the day she said that was it. Vet tomorrow. She couldn't see me like this.

Uh oh! Focus, Toby! I sat and concentrated on all the Catster purrs coming to me from all over the world.

"I hate it when you are all subdued," said mum.

"Shh!" I said, "I'm working on being betterer".

Then after a few hours I thought I was.

"Test me," I said to mum.


"Test and see if I'm betterer."

Mum looked around - she is a bit slow sometimes but she got there. She picked up Da Bird and I chased him round. I even caught him once. So mum said that wasn't 100% Toby but it was the closest she had seen in a while.

"Now feed me and I'll eat"

So she gave us some food and I ate all mine up (although she did say it was a half-portion) and I had some biscuits and I haven't been sick at all since then.

That did take it out of me and I didn't want any breakfast but mum says as long as I'm not sick again and eat something today no vet for now. It was a close-run thing and I really needed all my friends purrs so please keep going so I can be 100% Toby again. And thank you very much for all my purrs so far. Catster purrs are the best!


I am a bit betterer

February 25th 2013 10:44 pm
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Thank you for all your purrs. I think I am better and have no need to see a vet at all. Ever. Mum says I am better but not completely so vet is not ruled out.

I had my supper and I was fine then at 5 this morning I was sick but it was just some grass so I think that means I am fine. Mum says it doesn't and I am still not as perky as usual but if I keep going in this direction than no vet.

So please rev up your purrs!!

I would like to say that Josie is being sympathetic and holding my paw but that would be a lie. She is filling my space as flat mad cat. Yesterday she was playing with our Pokey Paw box. Mum had put her favourite mouse in there so Josie was enjoying fishing it out. Mum kept putting it back in for her and they were having a happy time like that. Then Josie grabbed the mouse too hard, yanked her paw out and the mouse flew into the air and on to mum's lap.

"That was brilliant. Do that again," said my mum but Josie got shy and wouldn't.


I am a poorly boy

February 24th 2013 10:39 pm
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Mum heard me being sick and when she came out there wasn't much and she siad to Josie - "that's the way to do it, not too much for me to clean up."

Then later she went to get her boots out of the cupboard and stepped in the rest which was funny so I think we can say that is really the way to do it.

Sadly since then I've been sick a few times and I'm not really hungry. I think I'm going to be and get all excited and then I sniff the food and I'm not. Actually I felt so rough I didn't even want to join in when Josie and mum were playing with Da Bird last night.

Josie says she hopes I feel unwell for a long time.

I've been eating some grass which helps and drinking lots of water. I am still washing and purring and playing a little so mum says she is just going to keep a very close eye on me and see if I need vet. I'm sure I don't.


I got my fish back

February 21st 2013 10:32 pm
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I didn't say this when it happened as I didn't want anyone to think badly of my mum but the week before last she confiscated my catnip fish.

I had been playing with it and was feeling all revved up and I attacked her hand and when she told me not to I attacked Josie. After she had rescued Josie mum took my fish and put it in a drawer. She said if it made me mean I couldn't have it.

But I noticed which drawer and I bided my time.

Opportunity arose last night. Mum was writing a birthday card for a friend and needed to check her friend's address and I know just where her address book is. Mum got the book out of the drawer, I waited until she was busily writing and made my move. The drawer was open, in went the paw, extend the claw, hoick fish out and scarper. Mum didn't even see what happened. She sealed her letter, address book back in drawer, drawer closed and on her way.

Then, "How did you get that, Toby?" Having retreived my fish I was quick to indulge in some serious catnip sniffing and she came across me and the fish rolling ectastically in the hall.

Of course she didn't have the heart to take it back and I remembered not to be mean to Josie after so I can keep it for now.

Humans may think they have the power but us cats always win in the end!!


What we eat

February 20th 2013 10:40 pm
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Mum gave me and Josie a piece of ham each yesterday. Josie wastes ham - she just gobbles it down. I like to flip it about a while and re-create the adventures of the mighty hunter before I eat it. Mum says this is disgusting but she loves me anyway so that's OK.

We've been watching the news and it would seem that not all meat is what it says on the label and animals that don't normally get eaten have nee turning up in food.

"Is this really ham anyway?" I asked.

"It's the right colour so yes, probably."

I considered this. "Do you think we have been eating the horses?"

Mum looked at me. "Would you mind if you had?" she asked.

"Not really. I like all meat."

"That's good" she said, "as I try not to think about what goes in those kitty chunks of yours."

"They taste good." That is all that matters.

The other story in the news that caught my eye was about increased trade between America and Europe. That sounded dull until I realised it will be so we can import more Cosmic Catnip and that is a good thing!

Mum also told me off as I never said thank you to all my wonderful friends who sent me Valentines Gifts and especially my beautiful Valentine Laura Belle. We saw Ka-Zar had and mum says I must learn from the good example of my Aussie friend.

So thank you very much to everyone for your kindness.


How much is enough?

February 19th 2013 10:29 pm
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Normally my mum doesn't give me enough petting and I have to tap her firmly to get more but sometimes I have had enough first. That happened last night. I grabbed her hand and gave her a warning nip.

"OK" she said, "I get the message. Let go!"

I clung on for dear life, gripping her hand with my claws. She tried to slide her hand back. I gripped even more tightly. In the end she had to unhook me to get her hand back.

"If you don't want my hand, why do you hold on so?" she asked.

There are some things us cats never reveal.


Mum learned a valuable lesson

February 18th 2013 10:37 pm
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When mum came home from work I noticed mud on her skirt. She brushed at it but into the laundry it had to go. She works in an office - how did she get mud on her? I asked.

"It was in my lunch break when I went up to the park," she explained. "I saw a small dog I hadn't seen before and I was petting him only he jumped up at me and his paws were all muddy."

"What do you mean you were petting other animals?" I demanded.

I could see panic as she thought how to answer that one.

"I miss you and Josie so much in the day I have to go to the park and pet the friendly dogs," - she had thought quickly.

"Your answer is acceptable. How do you know they are friendly? I would hate you to get bitten." I was worried that she might not be able to open our food with a bandaged hand.

"There's a gang, the same every day, and they all know each other and are happy well-loved dogs. Anyway there's more. The dog's owner came over to me to apologise and remove her dog and to my surprise it was someone that I know. I remembered her telling me when she got that dog as it was a sad story."

"It's always sad when someone adopts a dog not a cat," I agreed.

"No this was really sad. He was a rescue dog and when he arrived when they raised a hand to pat him he would flinch. The poor thing had been beaten and expected more of the same. It was very lovely to see that a few years of a very loving, caring home had turned him into a happy little dog. I thought that was so beautiful I didn't mind the muddy clothes although I did think I had got all the mud off."

So it's a happy ending for the dog although hopefully my mum will think twice before petting dogs again.

In the night Josie was snuggle puss with mum, curled up in her arm next to her. Mum said she dreamed that she was taking Josie to work with her today to attend the training she is delvering.

"What's the training?"

"Letter Writing and Report Writing."

"Josie will not be attending that training. She already writes exemplery reports. You should read her analysis of hunting opprtunities within our home. It's fascinating stuff!"


Where was mum?

February 17th 2013 10:39 pm
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She was late home again on Friday although not quite as late. I asked if she came another way and she looked a bit embarrassed. Turns out she had tried to take some back roads and much to her delight found herself speeding along a road alongside the one she wanted to avoid. She thought she had been really clever - until she saw a roadsign and found out she was speeding along in exactly the wrong direction, every moment taking her away from home.

When they were handing out senses of direction I think she got lost on her way and never got one!

It finally felt like Spring here on Saturday. You can tell how warm it was - Josie came outside with me. We wandered about for a while and it felt marvellous.

"I expect we'll be in and out all weekend" I told mum.

"Ah" she said. "That's not going to be possible".

For big bag came out and she was off and we were confined to our quarters. It felt cruel when Josie had finally found weather wram enough for her to be out in.

Our kindly neighbours popped in to feed us and mum came home on Sunday. Josie was not cool. She gets so excited when mum comes back from anywhere.

OK - I admit it. I was pretty pleased too and there was another bowl of biscuits incident. In my dashing about I skidded on the mat they share with our water bowl and everything went flying. This is why we need mum - to clear things up.

Mum was telling us that shed had been to look after her nephews while their parents were away. "I expect you missed us," I said. Mum agreed that it had felt odd to read a newspaper without a paw wiggling under it or watch a TV programme without a plaintive mewing demanding playtime. I imagine it was. Poor mum. I gave her plenty of snuggles to remind her how lovely I am.


Sad mum

February 14th 2013 10:35 pm
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Mum was very late when she got home from work yesterday. As she had been the day before. Our poor tummies were rumbling like billy-yo.

"Where have you been?" I demanded to know.

"Sitting in traffic. There's major roadworks."

"How long will they go on for?" - hoping for an answer of one day.


"Two weeks? Well it will be hard but I think we'll cope."

"No. Two.."

"What - a whole two months? What will we do?"

"Two years."

I haven't even been alive two years. I can't imagine such a long time.

We sat on the sofa and comtemplated our fate. Mum says she will find another route but they will all be longer otherwise she would have been taking them all along.

And she was also sad because yesterday was Henry's birthday. He still visits us of course but mum can't see him and I don't think a day goes by when she doesn't miss him. The love between cat and human is unbreakable.

Mum needed cheering up and no mistake. I know what makes me happy so I suggested she flip Da Bird about a bit and see what that does for her spirits and I think that seeing me leaping about did help. And then Josie joined in and we showed her just how much fun life can be. I think we helped bring her happy levels up a bit.

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