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Paw still sore

August 26th 2014 10:42 pm
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The vet nurses said that it does seem that Josie has a soft-tissue injury. I always knew she was soft!!

They said to keep her indoors to rest it. Josie looked at the rain which poured pretty much all day yesterday and agreed to that one. She really hates rain.

I don't mind it so much. When I'm in the thrill of the hunt I don't notice and then I go indoors and mum says, "Toby - you're drenched. I'm not stroking that soggy coat." So I have to give her the old big eyes treatment until she relents and dries me off.

The vet nurses also said if Josie is unhappy at all then to the vet she must go. Josie put on her brightest face and trotted happily across the kitchen. "See!" she said, "All good. No vet." It was a shame that she forgot that she had her paw lifted pathetically as she spoke - but the trot was a good, solid, all four paws one.

Mum thinks Josie is a little better today - she should be, she's been practising looking well. The only time a cat will agree that going to the vet is a good idea is when they are so unwell they have no idea what they are saying!


Josie has a limp

August 25th 2014 10:41 pm
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I came in yesterday evening and mum said I am to be kind to Josie as she has a sore paw.

"That's so unfair," I exclaimed. "She's stupid enough to hurt her paw and I have to suffer."

"I don't think that being kind to your sisfur is exactly suffering," said my mum.

"Will she go to the vet again?" I asked, hopefully.

Mum said they'll go if it gets worse or if it doesn't get better soon. It's not broken as Josie can walk on it and it's not bleeding and mum can't see why it is sore. Josie definitely still has her usual appetite and wants to play and be petted and all her normal stuff so mum is going to check in with the vet nurses at her work and see what they think.

Mum says Josie is to stay in todsy but I don't suppose Josie will notice the difference. It's decidedly damp outside. That never stops me but Josie doesn't like it. That makes it all the more mysterious that she's managed to hurt herself as yesterday rained all day long so in Josie stayed.


Good news from the vet

August 25th 2014 12:18 am
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It was Josie that had to go, not me. Hoorah!

Mum says surely the good news is that Josie had her check up and she's all healthy. She's a little lighter than she was last time they weighed her which mum thinks is all that running around she's been doing and they are happy with her.

Which is more than Josie was with them!

She did meet a puppy called Teddy who is smaller than her and was even more scared as he reckoned he had just seen the largest dog in the world walk through the waiting room. They got to see that dog leave and Josie reckons he was more horse-sized than dog-sized. No wonder little Teddy was huddled in his mum's arms.

On their way out Josie did have a quick chat with Dracula - he is the rather handsome black cat who lives at our vets. Josie had seen him put an inquisitive and very lively Springer Spaniel in his place and she wanted to know the secret.

"You just have to show them who's boss," explained Dracula, as mum let him through the door. "A bit of whacky paw works wonders." It must be strange having so many other animals in your home but he is used to it.

Anyway Josie was extremely pleased to be away from all those other animals and safely home and the basket is gone away.

There was some sad news on Sunday from our neighbours. Smudge has gone to the Bridge. He became unwell quite suddenly and they did everything they could but he had unexpected heart problems. We don't really know his past - he just arrived in the areas and next door took him on. He and I never got on well enough to chat about the old days - but at least he had a forever home for his last years and he was very much loved.

Mum thought I would be pleased as he did bully me but I know how much he will be missed by Leo and Jasper so I am sorry for their loss.


We are all very well

August 21st 2014 10:44 pm
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I cannot emphasise this enough - excellent health, shiny coats etc. No-one needs to go to the vet. No-one at all.

I mention this because our cat box has appeared suddenly. Mum is a bit sneaky. It appears a few days before vet so we don't know when the fatal moment will come and one of us will be scooped up and thrown in.

Mum says when she went to make the appointment there were two cats, sitting side by side in their carrier, good as gold. She wanted to ask their owners how they did that - she reckons we are like hydra, as soon as she pushes one paw in two more poke out the other side. She doesn't think she could get both of us in one box.

We think Catster is getting betterer as I had a comment on my diary this week which I haven't had in ages. I got all excited and wanted to add something but we couldn't and yesterday we couldn't login at all but I am patient and we'll all be so happy when it's back to the Catster we know and love!

(Mum wants to know exactly how I think I am patient as that isn't a quality she has noticed in me. Not patient with her obviously as she can be so slow but patient everywhere else!)


Who is the guilty one?

August 19th 2014 10:33 pm
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My mum wants to know which cat attacked her feet while she was asleep last night.

I would never grass up a fellow feline but if you think of a name that rhymes with posy you won't be far off.

Apparently the feet were sticking out of the bottom of the duvet and moving enticingly and when pounced on they pulled back sharply, disappearing under the duvet again, universal language for "Game on!"

Luckily for Josie - I mean the cat who shall remain nameless - it was dark and my mum doesn't see so well in the dark. There was a floundering hand, some muttering, but nothing a lively cat couldn't avoid and I think she's got away with it.

There was the usual "Why oh why do I have cats?" so I went over to give mum some purrs and love so she would remember. She said that was hard to sleep through too but why would anyone want to sleep when they could be snuggling with me?


I am NOT a mean cat

August 18th 2014 10:38 pm
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I don't care what mum says!

Yesterday I came in and Josie was asleep, asleep on my favourite pouffe if you please. So I went over, woke her up and asked her politely to move. She did.

Then I went and curled up on the sofa. I wasn't in a pouffe mood.

The way mum tells it I just walked up, bullied my poor sisfur, not because I wanted to sleep there but because I didn't want to see her happy. That is so unfair.

"I might have wanted to sleep there and Josie didn't know that so she's the mean one to take my place," I pointed out.

"You were out and she has as much right to sleep there as you do," said my mum. Wrongly.

But she did look a bit annoyed with me. Luckily I know how to handle that - big eyes, hesitant purr, paw on the arm, cute set to max.

Mum sighed and stroked me. "I don't know why I put up with you."

Relief. I am in her good books again. There's nothing I can't purr my way out of. And Josie's fine. Actually I'm off out and I'm letting her have the pouffe this morning just to show what a magnanimous cat I am.


I forgot something important

August 17th 2014 10:47 pm
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Mum was home most of the day on Saturday and I love that as she entertains us. We were in the garden with her and generally it was an excellent day. I was quite wored out by the evening.

She watched TV and I watched her, in case anything else fun was going to happen. My eyes wanted to go to sleep but I didn't want to which made my mum laugh.

All in all I was very ready for bed when mum set off for the bedroom. I curled up on my chair and was very soon deep in dreams.

But something woke me; something wasn't right. And I remembered what I had forgotten. Normally mum goes to bed and she reads our bedtime story and I sit next to her and have some strokes and love so we both go to sleep all warmedly inside. I had been so tired I had forgotten that important duty.

What a good thing I hadn't left it too late. Mum was also deeply asleep but I was sure she would appreciate the importance of the strokes. I knew she didn't like the whole big tap on the back thing but surely a gentle purr and a stroke on her cheek would be OK.

She woke up and I was so pleased I purred louder and paddy-pawed and she did smile and she remembered too that I had missed out and I got my strokes.

It's very important to let your mum know how much you love her every day.

And Josie has been celebrating her Gotcha Day - mostly by being completely crazy and chasing her own tail and mum laughed and said she's very glad she did Gotcha Josie.


Even better than I expected

August 14th 2014 10:16 pm
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I woke up in the night, looked around and, well, I just felt sort of bored. I trotted over to the window sill to see if anything interesting was happening in the street but no, the whole world was asleep.

I turned around and looked down on the bed. My mum was fast asleep and dreaming. Curled up on mum's back, also dreaming contentedly, was Josie. They looked so sweetly peaceful I wished I was them.

So I reached out a paw and gave mum a firm tap on her back.

Well. that worked so much better than I could have anticipated. Mum shot up, flinging Josie across the bed, and reached for the light. She was looking all round and was clearly quite freaked out.

Until she saw me.

"Toby!" was about all she could manage.

She didn't look in the mood for a nice chat so I decided it was time for a sharp exit so I slid gracefully down on to the floor and left the room.

This morning mum told me never, ever to do that again. Turns out my tap came in a particularly badly-timed part of her dream (or well-timed if you look at it from the point of view of fun generation for me ). With results like that, and watching Josie fly into the bargain, I can't possibly promise anything like that.


Mum made jam

August 13th 2014 10:51 pm
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Yesterday evening we were all out in the garden. We love being in the garden with my mum. We were helping her pick blackberries.

I remembered mum and I did that once before. "This is how I found out just how awesome I am," I recalled.

Mum looked at me.

"Berries are like cats. The black ones are sweet and lovely and you want them and red ones are sour and you leave them," I explained. Sure enough my mum had a bowl of the most luscious, and very much black, berries in her hand.

"When you see what I'm going to do to them you may not be so sure," replied my mum.

But I never did find out as mum always says cats and jam making don't mix. Sure enough today no berries but four shining jars of jam.

"Sauce or sliceable?" I enquired politely. Mum picked up one of the jars and tilted it. "Sauce," she answered, as the contents slid to one side.

When mum makes jam she mutters a lot about setting point, is it here now? Or now? Did she miss it?

I'm not even sure it exists as I don't think she's ever found it. She can either pour her jam like sauce or it has to be hacked out of the jar with a knife and leaves big holes in the bread. On balance sauce is probably better. Her continued failure doesn't dampen her enthusiasm which is peculier but just one of the many quirks we've learnt to live with.

talking of quirks - it's just struck me - She was so pleased with herself for bringing fruit in from the garden but when I bring a bird in, which is much harder, there's never any offer to cook it into something tasty for me and Josie to eat. So unfair!


Rebel Cat Josie

August 12th 2014 10:37 pm
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Mum came home yesterday, bent down and picked up a cushion off the floor when a thought struck her. She looked at Josie, "Why do I keep picking this cushion up off the floor?"

Josie shrugged. "Beats me, you should leave it where I push it."

"I want the cushion on the chair," said my mum, firmly.

"And I don't," said Josie, equally firmly. "It's in my way."

"Couldn't you sit on it?" asked my mum, "and leave it be."

Josie just sighed at this foolish suggestion. There's nothing wrong with the cushion as such. Josie's just taken against it.

"And while we're talking, " continued my mum, "What were you doing in the wardrobe last night?"

josie's eyes lit up at the memory. "Adventuring."

"Could you not adventure when I'm trying to sleep? All the rustles and creaks are hard to sleep through."

Josie buried her nose into her paws and went back to sleep. All that adventuring had worn her out.

"What happened? You used to be so good," said my mum. Mum looked at me and I put on my angelic face. I have actually been pretty good lately - barring my night-time excursion, a minor wall-paper related incident and the paw in mum's face while she was eating breakfast. I have no idea where Josie learnt to be mischevious from.

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