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Summer came back

September 20th 2015 10:32 pm
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That was one wet winter - I'm very glad it's over.

Oh - mum says we haven't had winter yet. We just got a sunny autumn weekend. It was lovely - the sun beamed down all day and it was gorgeously warm and I spent nearly every minute outdoors making the most of it.

Another cat who was making the most of it was young Jasper who came round, guessing correctly that my mum would have our doors open. But mum wouldn't let him in. She thinks maybe he has been stressing Josie.

He looked at her sadly and rolled on the grass. "I wouldn't stress anybody," he said. "I'm too cute for that. Everyone says so."

Mum agreed he is cute and gave him lots of strokes but she is worried about Josie (not, I note, about me) so he stayed out.

And my mum found out that the girl upstairs has been evicted although she doesn't know why. Maybe other people had complained about all the noise. So now we have to wait and see who moves in. We are hoping for a cat lover. Mum is just hoping for someone quiet.


What happened?

September 17th 2015 10:34 pm
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That was what my mum wanted to know when she came home last night.

So I told her.

"Firstly I defended the flat from a fire-breathing dragon with enormous eyes, scales like polished silver and a tail that could knock down a tree. Then I had my nap."

"Are you sure the whole dragon thing wasn't during the nap?" she asked, somewhat cynically.

"No," I said firmly. "Then I had a snack before my snooze and.."

She interrupted.

"This is all very interesting of course but did you notice anything happening upstairs?"

"I was telling you about my snooze," I said.

"Toby - it looks like everything the girl upstairs possesses is out on the drive. Did you see who put it there? Has she gone? Is she in trouble of some sort? I just want to know she's OK."

Self, self, self! "After my snooze I had ..."

But my mum was gone. How rude!

Unless they were bringing large amounts of chicken and catnip down I don't know why she thinks we would be interested in people moving things around.

She is going to phone the agency today and find out if they know and if they don't if they can send someone round with keys to check. It was all quiet up there last night and she doesn't answer the door to my mum since the last lot of noisy nights.


Unbelievable rain. I didn't beleive it!

September 16th 2015 10:42 pm
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My mum came home yesterday, shaking off wet things, muttering about the rain. She gave us our supper and then I wanted to go out.

"I don't think you do," she said, holding my door open for me.

"I do," I replied and out I sprang.

Paws and whiskers!! I never saw rain like it. Back in quick smart.

Mum stroked my soggy fur to dry me off. "I did try and warn you," she said.

Then I thought about it. Surely it couldn't have been as wet as I thought it was. No rain could be.

Back to my door.

"Really?" asked my mum, bending to open it for me once more.

"That's what I want to find out," I replied, jumping through.

It was. Really. Really really wet.

Back in. Dried off.

Was it really as bad as I remembered. Surely not. Back to the door.

It did take quite a few checks before I believed it. My mum stopped opening the door for me which was a bit selfish. She says she believed in the rain all along but some things you just need to see for yourself.



September 15th 2015 10:16 pm
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Well - it all felt normal last night. My mum came home and I had my supper and out I went. I suspected nothing.

When I came back from the hunting grounds I detected an aroma, a particularly delicious aroma. What was it? Ah hah! I found a morsel of chicken in my bowl and gobbled it down. I looked up at my sisfur. Glad Josie didn't see that.

Then the penny dropped and I realised the awful truth. My mum gave Josie chicken while I was out.

Her excuses were feeble. She's worried about Josie's weight and stress levels.

I only had one question.

"Is there any left?"

There was so I have forgiven them both. I love chicken! Maybe it's lack of chicken that's made Josie stressed.



September 14th 2015 10:29 pm
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When my mum comes home from work her first - nay, her only - priority is my supper. Last night in she came like normal and all was fine until the phone rang.

Surely her poor cats empty tummies matter more than her phone.

Apparently not.

It was her sister. Another nephew started college so mum was all, "How is he settling in?" and "Are any of his friends there?" while she attempted, one handed, to feed us.

Choosing a sachet with one hand. Fine. Getting out bowls with one hand. Fine. Opening a sachet with one hand. Not fine.

She was sort of leaning on the kitchen counter and sort of tearing at it and I was gong frantic. How many cats have starved to death while their peoples tried to do too many things at once? One can only sigh

Eventually we got our supper and eventually she stopped talking (and nephew is doing fine.) But they need to invent sachets that cats can open for themselves for these emergencies.


Josie went to the vet

September 13th 2015 10:17 pm
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On Saturday. They were gone ages. When they came back my mum said, "Josie is stressed."

Talk about stating the obvious. "You took her to the vet," I pointed out. "I bet there were dogs and they put the thermometer where no thermometer should be. Of course she's stressed."

But turns out Josie has lost weight and has been over-grooming her tummy and taken all the fur off. The vet wanted to know if we have a new member of the family or have moved or if there has been some other change stressing her but all is pretty normal here.

"How do I relax a cat?" pondered my mum. "I've been pretty stressed lately so maybe we both need to relax together."

"Did the vet suggest anything?" I asked.

"He said maybe to separate the two of you," said my mum.

"We'll miss poor Josie of course but if it's for her health..." I said, conjuring up a picture of me and my mum and with me getting all that lovely attention.

"You both like to be close to me I don't think separating you is feasible. Plus if it was you stressing her that would surely have been when you first arrived, not three years later."

For now at least whatever Josie wants she is getting and she seems to be enjoying that. How we'll know when she is relaxed enough I don't know.


Tired mum

September 10th 2015 10:04 pm
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Last night my mum came home, slumped down on the sofa and said, "I am sooo tired!"

Luckily us cats are excellent companions for tired people. I let mum rub my fuzzy belly as I'm sure that's good for her.

She was explaining that her team member has moved to a new role and until the new one starts she is doing both jobs. "I'm in the classroom training new hire and I'm not really sure what I'm talking about," she said. That sounds about right.

One of the people she is training has toygers. I never heard of them so my mum looked them up to show me. Very stripey cats. Pretty cool actually. "Maybe she would like to trade Josie for one," I suggested but my mum remains fond of Josie so I don't think we'll be getting one.



September 9th 2015 10:31 pm
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My mum was late going to work yesterday and we thought maybe she would be staying home with us.

"No," she said, "I'm on some training. About accuracy."

"About time!" I said.

She gave me that pained look. "I pride myself on my accuracy" she said.

But when she is handing out treats she is very inaccurate and never gives us enough. I regret to report that even after she's had that training yesterday this remains the case.



She's been doing it wrong

September 8th 2015 10:36 pm
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Typical Josie - head full of fluff and no real idea how things work!

Remember my mum bought us a scratching post and Josie has been sharpening her claws on it but I didn't like it? I've found out how you're meant to use it.

There's a pole that stands upright and Josie likes to stretch and use that but yesterday I realised the base is covered in the same stuff. I gave it an experimental clawing and yes, it felt alright. Good even. So I did it some more.

So you're meant to use the base, not the pointy bit. Not that I'll ever convince Josie of that.

My mum seemed really pleased that I had worked this one out.

"Now you don't need to scratch the sofa any more," she said happily.

Steady on!! The sofa will remain an important part of my claw maintenance regime. Of course.


Nip Frenzy!!

September 7th 2015 10:27 pm
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Yesterday I came across our catnip cactus. Hmmm. That was good. But I wanted more.

Ah yes - there in the toybox was my catnip banana. That's what I wanted. I gripped it with my paws and kicked it with all my nip-fueled might.

Now what? I was certain there was more and started shuffling through the toy box, digging deeper until I found it and threw it triumphantly in the air. A cat nip mouse.

I then gave Josie and my mum, who were watching in wide-eyed admiration, a master class in how you kill a mouse. (My mum rather spoiled things by saying that when we had a real mouse in the house it was Josie that did the killing but that's only because I hadn't had my nip that day.)

Then I felt undeniably epic. I do love the cat nip.

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