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Now it's March

March 2nd 2014 10:39 pm
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but apparently I don't get the whole month for my birthday. Who made that stupid rule? I am very ready to be three and all grown up.

We had a happy weekend. Having abandoned us all week to toodle about at work mum went out on Friday night and don't come back until late. She asked us to wake her bright and early on Saturday. Or maybe it was not to wake her. I always get those two mixed up. To be on the safe side I went for a 5.30am breakfast.

Turns out it was 'not to' but my tummy was expecting breakfast so I had no choice but to keep going. Eventually she did feed us and went back to bed.
But after a short while I needed to be let outside and then after a very short time let back in again - it was pretty soggy out there. And by that time she was pretty wide- awake so play time beckoned.

The rest of the weekend we played games and all had a snooze on the sofa and had lots of snuggles and I call that a good weekend.


Three rules for my mum

February 27th 2014 10:35 pm
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I shouldn't have to spell these out but all three were broken last yesterday.

1. Once the kitty feeding procedure has been initiated do not answer the phone. You cannot open a sachet with one hand while you chat to your sister so the whole thing takes forever and no, if I meow loud enough in my anguish to be heard at the other end of the line, this is neither funny nor cute as you seem to imagine.

2. Do not watch programmes on TV where a dog has a squeaky toy. Josie and I cannot sleep through that.

3. Do not wave Da Bird anywhere near my water bowl once I am into the game. No-one likes a sudden soggy leg.

It was a terrible evening as you'll gather!!


Mum went crazy again

February 26th 2014 10:40 pm
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It happened yesterday morning. At first it was funny as she was grabbing things in the kitchen and chasing Josie with them in her hands. Advancing on poor Josie with a rack of saucepans she said, "Why do you keep being in my way?" but there was a fearful gleam in her eye that Josie could not like.

Josie managed to dodge that one but then my mum grabbed the mug tree, with all the mugs still hanging off it and strode towards Josie yet again.

"Help me Toby, "called Josie as she ran all about to avoid my mum. That was the worst thing she could have done as I think mum had overlooked me. Mum grabbed plant pots, one in each hand, and came towards me.

"How do you cats know to be right under my feet?" she asked but I wasn't under her feet for long, I was under her bed where no kitchen implements fit.

Having stripped the kitchen of essentials mum went to work. It was most peculier and I was hoping that she didn't carry on at work and advance on people there, clutching tea towels in a menacing fashion. They wouldn't like that.

Anyway all became slightly more clear as men came. Where everything had been stripped off the ceiling on Saturday they pasted up layer after layer of - well, it looked like pink ice cream but it didn't smell like it. And then they left.

Then when my mum came home she looked at it and said, "Well, that's much better all plastered fresh. I wonder when they'll paint it."

So some stuff has gone back in the kitchen but not all and mum seems more normal today so hopefully she has recovered.


Cherishing the moments

February 25th 2014 10:44 pm
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We were thinking about Ka-zar off at the Bridge and mum was feeling sad because she doesn't know just how much fun the cats have up there. Henry pops back every now and then - mostly to play chase with Josie and mum says what a crazy cat Josie is running around all by herself as she can't see him - and he tells us all the good times they have and all about the other Catster cats he's been hanging out with.

But mum needed some love so I was a good cat and let her rub my tummy for hours even though she was saying it was hard to eat her supper and give me all the attention I wanted at the same time. I'm sure it helped her though and I gave her kitty kisses and lots of love and she said she loves me too.

Josie saw all of this and wanted to share some love with mum too so she waited until she saw a good time when I was asleep. It would have been about three in the morning I think. Josie woke mum up and cuddled up with her and I could hear purring and mum wasn't grumpy like normal when we wake her.

So we are cherishing the moments with each other for now.

And it's still not my birthday. I'm not sure how that can be.


It's nearly time

February 24th 2014 10:33 pm
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The daffydills that my mum and I planted back in the autumn are all springing up, waving their happy yellow heads and brightening up the garden and I was thinking and wondering why they are so happy and then I remembered. Daffdills means Spring and Spring means .... I ran to wake my mum up.

"is it my birthday yet?"

Mum looked at me and then at the clock. "Toby - it's half past four in the morning."

Interesting information but not an answer. "And is it half past four in the morning of my birthday? Can I have presents?"

I got a headrub which wasn't quite what I was after but I purred politely.

"No," said my mum. "That's not until March. We're still in February."

"Can't we pretend?" I am ever hopeful.

Mum buried her head in her pillow, the way she does to make the process of my poking her face with a paw more interesting for me. "No," she muttered.

But it is soon and I'll be a really pretty much grown up cat - but I think I will still climb curtains. I think pretty much grown up cats can still do that.

But then when my mum got up and looked on Catster we had some very sad news as my Aussie mate Ka-zar has gone to the Bridge. I've known him since I was tiny and Josie a lot longer and have always loved to chat with him. He will be happy of course as it is warm and sunny at the Bridge and he has so many friends there but his mum will be very sad and we are sad for her.


Our busy weekend

February 23rd 2014 10:38 pm
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On Friday my mum came home and said, "I can put this off no longer. I'm sure Paul next door has a plane I can borrow" and out she popped. Lucky for her Paul guessed correctly that she would have no idea what to do with one so a while later the two of them were working on the door.

Now I am, of course, an extremely brave cat and happy to help with any jobs that need doing but Josie was scared by the noise and I thought it best if I satyed with her under mum's bed until everything was over. When Paul went back to his home for something (probably needed to get some advice from his cats on the hinges which they were struggling with a bit) we proved how brave we are by coming out and sniffing at the toolbox.

Anyway we now once more have a bathroom door that swings freely.

But the excitement wasn't over. On Saturday a man came and mum said, "Oh - I thought you weren't coming" and started taking things out of the kitchen and piling them up in the hall. I am used to her eccentricities but this was odd. Then he climbed up a ladder and started scraping the ceiling and once again I made sure Josie was OK under the bed. Turns out he is going to sort out where it leaked from upstairs and my mum was moving anything that might get broked. I'm glad that our bowls counted.

He just scraped it and left it though so maybe he'll come back another day. I hope mum remembers to keep our bowls safe the next time too.


Where's Josie? (She's here.)

February 20th 2014 10:35 pm
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When my mum comes home Josie and I like to run out to the porch and sniff what cats have been around but then we run back in quicksharp as it's cold and wet out there. As it was last night.

Mum grumbles about the running out but she leaves the door open for us while she sorts her coat and bag out and then she gives us our dinner and in we come. But she came back through from the bedroom yesterday, saw me but did not see Josie.

"Where is that cat?" she muttered, walking up to the door and peering out. "Josie!" she called. "Come here Poppet." But she did not see Josie.

The reason she did not see Josie was because Josie was already indoors and behind her. The more mum called and looked the more frantic Josie became. She strode about, she rubbed against things, she waved her tail - I'm here, I'm here.

What she did not do was meow or make any kind of sound that might have alerted my mum to the fact that the cat she sought was standing right behind her. Josie says she saves her meows for emergencies and apparently becoming invisible didn't qualify.

In the end mum turned around with an exasperated sigh and saw poor Josie being as much present in the hall as she could be. Mum seemed to think this was funny but Josie didn't and I didn't because all that calling and looking made my dinner late.


Mum loves the new carpet

February 19th 2014 10:42 pm
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How much we found out last night. Off we all went to bed and mum was sound asleep when I felt that old familier stodgy feeling. Hairball time. Hack! Ack! Arggh! Ack!

To my astonishment my mum came flying in saying, "Not on the new carpet!"

She had woken up and though she won't play if you wake her in the night or get up and top up your dinner bowl - for her new carpet, up she will get.

I was hurt. Of course I wasn't on the precious new carpet - and was feeling a lot better, thanks for asking.

Josie had been watching all of this with interest. What would have happened if it had been the new carpet? Only one way to find out. She gave it an hour or so making sure mum was sound asleep and then Hack! Ack!...making sure she was very much on the new carpet.

There was a strangled cry from the bedroom and mum emerged. "Really?" she enquired and yes, really.

The good news is that the carpet came up very nicely. The bed news is that mum is grumpy this morning. It's her fault for being precious about her carpet, not ours for doing what cats do.


Good coming from bad

February 18th 2014 10:39 pm
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Sunday was a happy Springy day but now we are back to rain, rain and more rain so we cannot play outdoors. Luckily we are very good at finding our own fun.

Yesterday I was bored of everything in my toybox, bored of the mice, the balls, the feathers, bored of everything. Time for a new toy and as mum hadn't been to the pet shop I would find my own. And I did.

It was a great toy and I ran about with it and chased it and was actually eating it when mum noticed.

"What have you got there?" she asked suspiciously. She came and had a look. "Chipboard? Wherever did you find that?" Then she stole it. "That can't be good for your tummy."

She took it to the kitchen to throw away and noticed something. The bathroom door still isn't fixed so is lying on its side in the spare room. The bottom is damaged and I had broken a piece off for being my toy.

"Fantastic!" said my mum, only I don't think she meant it. "Now my cats are eating the door. That's all we need!"

Josie took against this as she hadn't been eating the door at all. She likes it not being there though because as my mum can't hang up her dressing gown on it she leaves her dressing gown on her bed and Josie likes to sleep on it. It's warm and soft and smells of mum. (Mum thinsk she doesn't smell but she does of love and happy and home.)

So one way and another mum is the only one who wants the door fixed. Josie and I have quickly found the good in what looked like a bad situation. Us cats are good at that.


A new word

February 17th 2014 10:44 pm
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Mum was watching a video on her computer yesterday that made her laugh.

"What are you chortling at?" I asked.

"These funny dogs," she replied. "They are all feeling guilty, look at their faces."

I considered this one.

"What is guilty?" I don't remember that word.

Mum looked at me. "It's when you've done something wrong and you feel bad about it."

"I think we can safely say there is no cat version of your video there then," I said. "Cats do not do things wrong. Every action of a cat is perfection."

Mum disagreed. "What about when you peed on the spare room bed at the weekend?"

"That was your fault. You know I don't like that brand of kitty litter yet you went ahead and bought it anyway. You should feel guilty."

To be fair to her she did look a little embarrassed. "But the shop that sells the litter that you like is miles away and the other shop so convenient."

As long as she finds it convenient to clean up after me that's up to her. But I could see from her face she doesn't so hopefully that's a valuable lesson learnt and we'll be back to the kitty litter in the green bags very soon. It is a subject I am very particular about.

So guilty is an interesting word for mums and dogs but I don't think us cats need concern ourselves with it.

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