Toby's Diary

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Bad Boy Smudge

February 28th 2012 10:40 pm
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I was sitting in my garden yesterday evening, minding my own business, savouring the evening air when out of nowhere Smudge appeared. Now he is meant to be being a more mellow cat since he had his operation but there was no sign of that yesterday evening.

I made straight for the magic door and safety but he cut me off and stood there. "There's no escape," he snarled "and now I shall grind your bones to make my bread."

I was very afraid as he is bigger than me. Much bigger than me and I didn't know what to do with him standing guard over my door.

Now I am always happy to see my mum but never ever so happy as just then when her face appeared at the magic door. She had heard his threats and no-one threatens her cats and gets away with it!

Lucky for us he has no idea that she can't actually get through that door so when she shouted at him to leave me be off he slunk. Mum called me but I wanted to be sure he had gone so I stayed in a hiding place and off she went.

Quickly I ran and padded at the door. How could she leave me now? I was so panicked I didn't hear the sitting room door open. I just felt her hands picking me up and carrying me safely indoors.

And that was my scary adventure. And a reminder why we have agreed that Josie and I only go outdoors when my mum is home. (And Josie mostly not even then!)

 

My mum made it snow

February 27th 2012 10:35 pm
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I was minding my own business in the hall when a shower of white flakes fell on me. I looked up and mum was shaking out the laundry.

"Darn it," she said, "I left a tissue in with the washing" and the tissue had disintegrated in the washing machine and become beautiful snow flakes on all mum's clothes so they were spotty.

Even when something doesn't smell very appetising I always like to test it out in case it's food so I started chewing on one of the larger lumps. Mum wasn't very happy with that I can tell you. There is no dignity in being forced to spit something out - it was quite chewy and tasted bland, needed a little gravy if you're wondering.

I wasn't allowed to eat it but the hoover was allowed out of his cupboard and he gobbled it all up which is so unfair.

And I was a Diary Pick of the Day so really I should have been allowed to eat anything I liked!! I always feel so very special when that happens.

One other good thing was that mum was out and saw the tabby cat that she had last seen when she broke up the fight with the fox. They had both run out of sight and she was pretty sure that the cat was fine but was pleased to see him none the worse for his adventure.

 

Spring is my very favourite season

February 26th 2012 10:38 pm
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I can't believe I missed it last year and intend to enjoy every second of this one.

In the day it is sunny and Josie and I warm our fur in a lovely sunbeam but in the evening it is cold so we still get to toast ourselves by the radiator. It's the best of both worlds!

Josie and I were in and out of the garden yesterday. I was chasing birds which cheat and fly away and bugs in the ground which cheat and burrow in the earth but I enjoyed the chase. Mum is less keen on me coming in and out so much as of course she has to let me in each time but I have her well trained.

It's not like she doesn't go out. She did on Sunday and Josie came to me and said, "Go and smell mum's socks" so I did. Mum had her feet up so it was easy and I gave them a very good sniff. Yes, she had definitely been walking about without shoes on with my friends Sandy and Minnie. Mum said she was slightly freaked out by both of us sniffing her feet so intently but she shouldn't go out visiting other cats when she has two of her own at home.

 

My friends at the shop

February 23rd 2012 10:30 pm
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Mum was rootling through her purse when she asked, "Toby - have you been talking to the people at the soup market?"

"No. Why?"

Turns out that they give her special vouchers off the things she might like to buy. And this week it is "Snack pockets with chicken and cheese"

"Sounds delicious. I would buy them"

And "Deli cat sticks with salmon and trout. Nothing for me this week. Just for you and Josie"

I think she should not delay. I gather those vouchers don't last for ever. The people at the soup market clearly know that we don't get nearly enough treats and are doing their bit to help.

Mum says we get plenty of treats and indeed are still enjoying some of our Christmas presents but you can never have too many.

 

Poppy the devious dog

February 22nd 2012 10:38 pm
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We have a friend called Poppy. Actually we've never met her which mum says is for the best as she is a lively Yorkshire Terrier but she does pick out good toys for us at Christmas so she is our friend and we choose some doggy chews for her.

She lives with my mum's friend Annie. At around 3am in the morning Poppy was scratching and whining and telling Annie that she really really needed to go outside NOW. So Annie got out of her warm bed and went to the back door - but there was no grateful dog by her side.

When she went back upstairs there she found Poppy - very contentedly snuggled up fast asleep in the cosy warm hollow that Annie had left in the bed. She apparently managed to look like a dog that had been sound asleep for hours and that she was in her very own place in the bed rather than a dog that had tricked her human into getting out of bed so she could take her place.

Cheeky dog! Josie and I put on our shocked faces but I have stored that one away for future use!!

 

My new sleepy place

February 21st 2012 10:33 pm
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I never did quite manage to repeat my triumph of getting under the throw on our bed. I forgot how I did that so despite much tugging at it I couldn't get under - mum was calling out "Go to the edge" but I didn't want to be under the edge I wanted to be under the middle so I kept pulling at that.

No need to worry though as we have another throw that is more Toby friendly. Over the armchair. And where the throw meets the arm the observant cat will see a gap - and in I went. Perfect! It's all dark and safe and soft but I am still in the same room as mum and Josie so can hear if mum wanders off to make me a snack or anything.

Mum didn't see me go there but Josie did and told mum and she came and peeked in. She says I am fine to sleep there as she normally sits on the sofa but to be careful when we have visitors as I am completely invisible.

Completely invisible we like; the visitors are the ones who will have to be careful.

 

Woken by a very angry cat

February 20th 2012 10:37 pm
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I had a late night last night. You know when you play so hard your tail forgets it's a game and goes all fluffy! One of those games. It was brilliant. Then I snuggled up with my mum and Josie snuggled too and we were all sound asleep right through the night.

Then we were woken by a very loud and angry hissing. A giant cat had somehow got in the room and from the sounds of it was in a really bad mood. Josie skedaddled faster than I have seen her skedaddle before. If this cat wanted her gone she was gone.

Then mum reached out a hand and stopped the noise.

In the morning she has a thing that wakes her up if ever I don't get in there first (very unusual) and it has three settings. We can wake up to a loud "beep beep" or the gentle sound of waves rolling on the shore or to the radio. Mum likes the waves as it starts her day nice and gently and she has never tuned the radio in.

Somehow and I'm not pointing at any kitty in particular but Josie has been known to play with the volume on that thing - somehow the setting got changed to being the radio and mum says if there isn't a station tuned in to then it just hisses and that's what woke us up.

What a relief! It's bad enough being chased by bad cats outdoors, we don't want them coming in our sleepy places.

 

Cats all speak one language

February 19th 2012 10:44 pm
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Mum came home on Saturday night and she had a small bag in her hand and she said they are "Catisfactions". She normally reads quite well but she was taking her time over this one. "Au fromage", she said, "that's "with cheese" but I don't know what croustillantes means".

Turns out it was written in French. Last week mum had popped off a few times and come back smelling of our friends Sandy and Minnie. She had been feeding them when their people went away and by way of a thank you to us for sharing her they brought us some treats from France.

The funny thing is that cats don't need to be bi-lingual. Josie ansd I could tell by the smell and the crinkle that these are Dreamies by another name. Cats don't need to know whether it's fromage or cheese - we just know it's tasty!!

And so it was a pretty special weekend all round - especially as I was a Diary Pick again and that makes me feel wonderful.

 

Can mum see in the dark after all?

February 16th 2012 10:35 pm
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Mum and I were all loved up this morning. I love those special times we have when I snuggle up with her and have head rubs and strokes and her undivided attention and I purr and purr and feel all happy inside.

Then she said, "Toby, you aren't dribbling". Dribbling? Gross! Why would I dribble just because we are having snuggle time.

"But when you purr me to sleep you dribble."

It's dark when I purr her to sleep - how does she know I occasionally might just dribble the tiniest little bit?

She says that if I can remember to swallow when we are in daylight then I should be able to remember at night as she doesn't really like the dribble. I will try but I get so blissed out I forget.

 

Finding my own toys

February 15th 2012 10:22 pm
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I don't have very many toys. If you exclude my tunnel, my tower, my trousers, Josie, my laser pointer and the ones on sticks they barely fill my toy box.

Luckily I am a cat of extreme ingenuity so I thought I would share some of my best places to find my own toys to help other similarly deprived cats.

I thought of this last night when I made a new stick toy by prising off part of the wicker from the laundry basket and took it to show mum and she seemed to think I should only play with the toys she gives me.

So we'll start with that. The wicker basket yields a plentiful supply of small sticks.

Then every room has a basket and mum throws things in for my approval. I have to be quick picking out the crinkly paper etc that I like though as if I don't the whole lot gets put in one big bag and given away to the bin men. They get all the interesting smelling food from the kitchen as well. They are so lucky.

The kitchen is a good source of toys too. I like spent matches and the ties that come round the bread when it is new.

In the sitting room there can be nail files although I can never get them to make that facsinating scritchy noise that mum does on her hands.

To sum up I would say in any situation, assume it's a toy and work out how to play with it and the whole world becomes a rich playground!

 
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