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Surprise visitors

August 12th 2012 10:45 pm
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On Saturday Paul came round and asked if mum had seen Nipper. Nipper is a handsome black cat like me who lives next door. He was due to go to the vet and although they had locked their cats' door he had lived up to his name and nipped somehow.

They went in the garden to see if he was hiding somewhere there and I went to help looking in the places I would go if I wanted to avoid a vet visit.

Turns out when you are looking for one black cat having another black cat skulking about isn't particularly helpful.

Mum said, "I see a black tail. It moved that way." And they both went to look but it was MY tail.

You'll be glad to know that Nipper was found all very smug and pleased with himself a safe time after it was too late to go to the vet. He was indoors so they don't know if he was all the time and hiding or if he had managed to get out and come home again.

Next time I see him I must ask him and get some top tips!


Mum's Medal

August 9th 2012 10:35 pm
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Mum was very late home last night and she explained that she had been at her office Lympics. To celebrate the real Lympics they had a barbecue and races and my mum got a Bronze Medal. She showed it to us and it dangled appealingly on its ribbon but I never realised medals were made of cardboard.

We wondered what she had done to win it. Did she run fast over hurdles? Somersault and leap on a beam? Sailing? Judo? Rowing?

"Egg and Spoon Race"

We considered this. Now it may just be that Josie and I haven't been paying enough attention but neither of us can remember seeing Egg and Spoon Race on TV this Lympics. Maybe those atheletes can't combine their speed with the dexterity required to hold an egg steady.

Anyway we are very proud of our mum. I did try and get her a frog to celebrate but they were a bit too fast for me yesterday. I'll try again this morning.


Sharing frogs

August 8th 2012 10:37 pm
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I brought a frog in last night, dropped it on the carpet and gave it the usual tap with my paw. But he didn't hoppity hop in that funny way I like to see.

I looked at mum. "You can have this one. He's broken" and I rushed off to find another one.

Mum called after me - I think in delight.

Josie says when mum flipped the frog on his front turns out he wasn't broken, just upside down, so mum got to chase him anyway. I did see her come out in the garden with something and she looked at me and what she was holding and she dropped it over the fence so I don't know if it was the frog or not. And I never did find another one.

I also want to add an etiquette reminder to any mums reading this as my mum seems to have forgotten. If your cat misjudges his step and falls between the bed and the bedside table the correct response is to look away and pretend you saw nothing while your cat recovers himself. The wrong response is to laugh at your cat. (It was before breakfast - I was weak with hunger!)


Sharing the love - and the dribble

August 7th 2012 10:37 pm
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When my mum and I have special snuggle time I feel all happy inside. I get headrubs and strokes and she rubs my tummy and I purr and purr. And sometimes all that love leaks out in the form of a little bit of dribbling.

It happened yesterday. I was sitting next to mum enjoying the most exquisite caresses when mum suddenly went "Yeuch - you dribbled on me Toby" and she moved the non-stroking hand away and rubbed the dribble off her hand back on to me.

I realised I was on to something there - two handed stroking. But how to get more dribble on that hand now she had moved it? I waited until I had a lot again and then shook my head violently. Dribble flew everywhere, on her hands, on her arms, on the sofa. I have rarely been more impressed with myself.

It didn't quite work out as planned though. Mum went to the bathroom to rinse off. Time for another plan....


Josie's Window Perch

August 6th 2012 10:34 pm
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In the warmer weather mum has as many windows and doors open as she can. In her bedroom one window is a bit high up and Josie loves to perch there. She can watch everything that happens on the road outside but feel safe as she is above it and she can see everything that happens in the bedroom and I can't creep up on her and pounce which is unfair but there you go. All that interesting scenery and a cooling breeze too.

I had clocked this and decided that I would like to sit up there too. So last night when they were both asleep I tried to climb up.

"That's odd" I thought as I slithered down, claws uselessly stratching at the window pane.

"What are you doing?" asked a rather sleepy mum.

"Nothing for you to worry about. Back to sleep!"

A few attempts later and mum was sitting up watching me. "Josie makes it look so easy" I said.

Mum sighed - "Josie climbs up when the window is open. I shut it at night."


So the upshot is that I had to settle for sleeping by mum's legs and I have yet to sample the delights of the window perch. And we can't go out this morning as Smudge from next door is on the prowl and he is grumpy today.

I hope today gets better!


Being mostly happy

August 5th 2012 10:40 pm
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Mostly I liked my weekend - there were lots of the things I like the most. I did some running about in the garden, mum got out Da Bird and I did some running about indoors, we all three fell asleep on the sofa and that is my favourite cosy time, mum brushed me and we had some treats.

I call that a pretty good weekend


I brought in a frog that was easily big enough to share and mum scooped it up just like she did the little ones and it was gone. I looked and looked in case it had got away and was still there - or for some tell-tale part of frog where she hadn't eaten all of it but nothing. So that wasn't so good.

And one time I was in the garden and it started raining. I was fine sheltering under a bush but the rain got more and more and more and I got wet. In the end I had to make a run for it. Luckily mum had left the door open but I do not like to get wet.

And we had our flea treatment which smells funny on our necks. I had mine first so Josie ran away and I got to watch mum chase Josie round the garden. Josie can run the fastest but she is scared to be too far from home so mum got her in the end.

But overall more happy than sad - and we did lots of watching Lympics. I think this morning I will practice running as fast as Usain Bolt up and down the garden. He only has two legs; imagine how impressive he would be with four!


Disappearing Josie

August 2nd 2012 10:39 pm
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I was mootling about in the sitting room and I could hear mum talking to Josie in the kitchen.

Mum was laughing at Josie. "You won't fit."

Then a pause.

"You do fit. Josie?"

Then silence. After a while mum came in with her cup of tea and said that Josie had gone down the side of the fridge and behind the kitchen cupboards. She remembered Henry did that as a kitten and was bewildered when he got big and couldn't fit any more. She didn't think Josie would fit and was rather worried that Josie wouldn't be able to squeeze her way out again.

"Oh well, " I said cheeringly. "You'll still have me" but apparently mum was more thinking of disamntling all the kitchen cupboards than leaving Josie there.

Josie was gone about twenty minutes in which time I enjoyed pretending to be an only cat. When she came back she said it was very disappointing. She was expecting mice and beetles but there was nothing there and the dust made her sneeze. So I'll not bother.

It's sunny this morning but I got one paw out of the door when I heard two cats having the mother of all arguments. Mum says sometimes discretion is the greater part of valour. I have no idea what that means but it did seem to imply that sometimes it is better to stay indoors than get dragged into another cats' argument so I did!


Squeak Squeak

August 1st 2012 10:33 pm
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Was it a mouse? We kept hearing the squeak - then it would stop. Every time it started Josie and I were looking all round to see what it could be. Mum noticed our heads going and she started looking all round to. Squeak. Squeak. But we couldn't see it so she went back to watching TV.

Then she said she thought she might know what it was. She was watching the Lympic Gymnasts and every time the men did a really big swing on the high bar - squeak. You would have thought they would put some oil on it. We are pretty sure it was coming from the TV as it seemed to match now we were looking and when they went away to leap and bounce in other places it stopped.

No mouse then.

All that flipping about looked fun. I asked my mum, "How come you never bounce like that?" "Have you any idea how hard that is?" "Not really. We've never tried."

As my mum didn't want to do it we waited until she had gone to bed and Josie and I tried to re-create the amazing leaps and spins that we had seen. Mum did come and ask us to do it all a bit more quietly but we were being quiet so she could sleep. It was the furniture that we banged into that was being noisy.


I think my mum is eating my frogs

July 31st 2012 10:32 pm
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I keep finding those little tiny frogs. I know just where they hang out now and I've got pretty good at the dart and grab. I bring them in to share with mum and Josie but mum doesn't share. She steals them and runs outside and we don't see them again.

They would make a tasty snack so I think she must be eating them. She swears she isn't but why else does she take them? You never see her play with them.

I think she's being a little selfish but luckily for her and Josie I just keep finding more.


Love in the Morning

July 30th 2012 10:35 pm
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I often like to be next to my mum. She sits on the sofa and I sit on the arm of the sofa and sometimes she says "Kiss?" and I go nose to nose and give her an eskimo kiss and then we have purrs and strokes - but only in the morning, of course. If I gave her love in the evening that wouldn't be right.

She asked for a kiss yesterday evening and I just looked at her. "Why do I only get love in the morning?" she wanted to know.

"So when you leave us for the day your heart is all full and happy. when you are home with us you're happy anyway."

"Oh. What if I had a bad day and need love in the evening?"

"Just the sight of your adorable cats should be sufficient."

That might sound harsh but I don't often like to be picked up and cuddled and I didn't want to encourage that.

She seemed Ok with the whole happy heart thing but that isn't the real reason. I actually give her lots of headrubs befoe she goes out to make sure that if she meets any cats on her way they will smell me on her and know that she has a person already. You can't be too careful when you have a well-trained human. You don't want other cats moving in on them and taking the benefit of your hard work.

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