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Being nice cats

April 29th 2013 10:41 pm
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Some cats are mean but sometimes it's not their fault. Smudge, who lives next door, arrived as a stray. He used to beat me and Josie up if he ever got the chance but when they adopted him next door they took him for his op and now he's a sweetie pie, all happy and domesticated and we exchange no more than the occasional look.

And the new stray is next in line for the op. He is so horrible but they reckon if he has his op he'll turn nice too. At the moment our neighbours are trying to take his photo. The Cats Protection League won't operate on him until they are sure he is indeed homeless so they are going to put posters up and see if anyone claims him. Trouble is it turns out he is camera shy if nothing else shy!!

So mum says next door are good cat loving people so we must not be mean about Paul even if he did forget to feed us. Mum said he might not be willing to feed us again if we aren't nice cats.

"Then you couldn't go away," I said hopefully. I would like mum not to go away.

"No," said my mum. "I would go away but I would leave you food in one of those timer dishes so you would have no company and no-one checking you are all OK."

If mum must go away we would like people to talk to us and just in case we needed any help at all.

So we are practising being nice. Actually mum says Josie is already a good cat, it's me that needs the work. I'm going to go out on this sunny morning and think about that one.


We nearly starved

April 28th 2013 10:35 pm
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Warning: This story may be too scary for any kittens present.

It began well enough. We were all happy on Saturday morning. Mum was pootling about; I was basking in my glory of having been a Daily Diary Pick and Josie was sunbathing. Then mum went out and when she came back she had Grandpa with her. We don't see a lot of Grandpa on account of him travelling a lot. He finds that most countries have warmer weather and more sunshine than the UK and he likes to meet new people and learn about their lives and history so he isn't much at home.

He didn't even stay long in our home. Then mum grabbed big bag and they were gone.

This is where it gets scary.

For hours passed, dark-time came- but no food. We polished off the last scraps of breakfast and all the biscuits mum had left and then all we had were our rumbly tummies.

Dawn dawned and the birds started singing but they were outside out of reach. They sang of the tasty worms they would be catching and even worms sounded good to eat to our hungry ears. But no-one came.

It wasn't until afternoon when mum came back. I told her that we hadn't been fed at all and she said, "Toby - you always say that" and then she looked at our licked clean bowls and where they were and the food on the side and she said, "Oh dear. I think you might be telling the truth this time."

She filled our bowls and there was much rejoicing.

Then later Paul from next door knocked. Mum had remembered to ask but he had forgotten to tell the others and had been out. They've agreed mum will put any future dates in writing!

He was very sorry and mum said that was Ok and we were none the worse for our ordeal. But she wasn't the one who nearly starved.

We have forgiven her though. She had brought back some tuna fish so we could try the biscuits in tuna juice as recommended by my Catster friends. Mmmmmmmmm!! It's a recipe I highly recommend


A fish in my water

April 25th 2013 10:39 pm
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Mum changes our water every day so we have fresh. Whilst Josie prefers hers from the tap I'm very happy with my bowl and drink plenty.

But this morning mum noticed something in the bowl.

"Yeuch - what is that?" she wondered. And then "it's a fish. How did that get in there?"

Given that fish live in water that struck me as a foolish question.

"It probably swam there."

"Toby - it's not a real fish. It's a fish-shaped biscuit that looks like like it came out of your biscuit bowl. Biscuits can't swim."

Then I remembered. When I was a kitten I quite often used to dunk my biscuits in my water before eating them. It's a labour of love to get them firstly out of the one bowl and secondly into the water and last night I had been trying to test if they were as good like that as I remembered. They weren't. Which is why I left the fish in the water.


Attack cat!

April 24th 2013 10:38 pm
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Picture the scene - it was the middle of the night and all was quiet and still.

Josie was curled up in a neat ball sleeping sweetly and no doubt dreaming of summer days. She was lying on my mum's back, gently rocked by my mum's breathing as mum was deeply asleep as well.

All was calm, all was peaceful. Enter Toby.

I climbed up to the window sill to get some momentum and launched myself onto the sleeping pair - Pounce mode. It was brilliant, both of them were so startled and wide awake in seconds. Josie ran off and mum looked at me and I purred.

"That was mean," mum said.

"That was funny," I said. Then I wondered "What was you dreaming about?"

Mum thought for a moment and then said, "I was putting my feet in a bucket of cold baked beans."

She was teasing me "You weren't. That would be a stupid dream."

"Bizarrely I truly was and I have no idea why."

I can assure you my mum never puts her feet in her food.

"Probably best I woke you then," was my verdict.

"Maybe - but it will be hard to get back to sleep having woken so suddenly."

Luckily if there is one thing I know about it's how to get to sleep. Plenty of purrs and headrubs and stroking me, that's what would do it. Mum is so lucky to have us cats, even when she's sleeping her life is full of surprises.


Mum does love us

April 23rd 2013 10:38 pm
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Mum came home yesterday and said that she had been to the pet shop and they wouldn't take us. Not even part-exchange. Apparently there's no market for naughty cats.

Josie was quite relieved but I don't believe my mum went to the pet shop at all. I think she loves us and was just teasing but how to prove that?

It was a beautiful evening and mum had the doors open and she mowed the lawn and I was in and out and so was Josie and the idea came to me. I sneaked under the throw on the armchair and waited.

Mum closed the doors as the evening got later and I heard her wonder where I was when she did that. Josie was in on my plan so said to mum she last saw me in the long grass at the end of the garden.

Mum settled down; time passed. I had a lovely sleep actually.

I heard mum wonder again, "Where is that boy? I don't like it when he's out so long." Ah-hah!! So she does miss me when I'm away and love me really.

She went in the kitchen and called me through the little door but of course I was already in so I ignored her.

I let her worry about half an hour more and then gradually emerged from my hiding place. Mum was suitably happy to see me. I got a big squoodge and snuggles.

"So admit it! You don't want to give me away." I said, between purrs. Mum said no, she doesn't really, she loves us both. And she will peek under the throw if I ever go missing again as she didn't like to worry so much.

Cats are much cleverer than people and we always win in the end!


Mum wanted to swap us

April 22nd 2013 10:44 pm
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but don't worry. I've made her happy again.

It began last night. When she came back from dance class Josie and I slipped outside. Mum called us after a few minutes and Josie ran indoors but I was having too much fun. I heard mum rustle a food sachet and call me again but night-time is full of excitement and I can eat any time so I ignored her.

So she came out and tried to catch me. It was brilliant. She is rubbish at catching cats who do not wish to be caught. I would let her get really close and think she was going to grab me this time then - zoooom - I was off. Best evening ever.

Eventually she was so pathetic I took pity on her and ran inside.

Then she fed us and got ready for bed. She was brushing her teeth and had a mouth full of white, minty foam but Josie chose that exact moment to jump in the basin for a nice refreshing drink from the tap.

"Myggfftt" said mum, trying not to spit toothpaste everywhere. But Josie couldn't understand her so she finished her drink calmly and then trotted off and mum could then rinse.

Off to bed. Selfishly mum had not left very much water in her glass but Josie was still a bit thirsty so she dipped her paw in and licked it. We are not meant to dip our paws in mum's drinks so Josie only did it when mum wasn't looking. Mum could hear her though and looked up.

"I know what you're doing and stop it."

Josie responded in top cat style with a purr.

"And don't think purring makes it all Ok because it doesn't"

But of course it does.

Lights out and all to sleep. Josie settled on mum which mum doesn't mind only Josie got curious about mum's funny sticky outy nose and started batting it with a paw. Apparently that kind of thing is hard to sleep through.

"That's it. Tomorrow morning I'm going to find two well behaved cats and I'm going to swap you both" said my mum and threw the duvet over her head in a grumpy way that precluded further discussion.

I was pretty sure she didn't mean it. But what if she did? I quite like it here. I pondered this for an hour or so then decided I had best wake my mum and tell her I love her with lots of headrubs and purrs and maybe a little bit of dribbling so she would know I'm for real. Strangely that didn't make her as happy as I had thought it might. Maybe we should be swapping her for a well-behaved mum!!

But I think we are all Ok really. Mum rescued me from scary cat this morning so I think she loves me and I will rescue her if any lions come calling.


Even more scary than scary cat

April 21st 2013 10:38 pm
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When mum comes in Josie and I like to have a sniff around the porch and see which cats have been in the area and sometimes we have a little wander out the front. Not for long. Mum doesn't really like us out there. She leaves the front door open and pretty much we only get the time she takes to take her coat off.

On Friday we wandered a little further than usual and met the most frightening thing I have ever seen and it was heading right for us. I ran as fast as I could to the safety of home.

Mum saw me hurtle in.

"Hide," I called out as I ran straight past her. "It's coming".

Mum ignored me and went to the door to see where Josie was in case she was in trouble. Josie was also running as fast as she could and hurtled past mum. Before mum could turn round and ask us what was happening it rounded the doorway in hot pursuit of us cats.

It looked at mum and mum looked at it and it about turned and ran away again.

Mum shut the door firmly and we were safe.

"I think that's the dog from two doors down. She lives with a cat so probably just wanted to play."

"It didn't feel like that," I said. "Would you have fought it if it had got one of us?"

Mum smiled. "Toby - I would fight a lion for you."

Mum is so silly. "Lions are family - you don't attack your relatives. More likely I would be rescuing you if a lion came in our garden. Would you fight the dog?"

"Yes I would fight the dog. And I'm glad we're unlikely to be able to test your lion theory."

After that scary start - it's the closest I've ever been to a dog and the closest I ever want to be to a dog - it was an top weekend. It was much warmer and sunny and mum had a bad cold so spent a lot of it snoozing on the sofa where we joined her so that was cosy happy.


I have forgiven mum

April 18th 2013 10:40 pm
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We are friends again despite her abandoning me and I'll tell you why. Yesterday a yellow package arrived in the post. Josie and I had a good sniff but couldn't make out what it was.

When mum came home she opened it - it's new Da Bird feathers. I am so skilled at catching Da Bird and when I catch him I bite him so he knows he is caught. Some of the feathers had falled out and others aren't quite as big as they were and he didn't fly so well. But mum hooked the new feathers on and he is good as new. We had a brilliant time last night testing him out.

Also I was having an innocent stroll in my garden this morning when the new evil cat in the neighbourhood came up to me. I made myself really big but so did he and he growled all blood thirsty. My mum heard and came running to our door. She opened it so I could dash inside to safety and then she did some pretty blood curdling growls at that cat herself.

He didn't like that. He didn't like that at all and he ran away. I am glad I have a mum who looks after me. We aren't allowed out unless she's home and that's partly why. He has gone but Josie and I are keeping watch in case he comes back.


My mum left us

April 17th 2013 10:38 pm
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She went to work like usual but dinner time came. No mum. We thought she would come in all bustling and muttering about traffic jams and motorway mayhem but more and more hours went by. No mum. The sun took himself off to bed and all was dark. No sign of her.

I sat in the window looking and looking.

Then it was gone ten o'clock at night and then she came walking down the path. She saw me looking out for her.

"Oh Toby!" she exclaimed as she came in. "Have you been waiting for me all this time?" She scooped me up and squoodged me.

"I was very hungry," I explained.

"I left you a hearty breakfast because I knew I would be late." She looked down at our empty bowls. "Not hearty enough."

"No, not hearty enough" I complained. Josie meantime went a bit crazy like she always does when mum disappears and comes back.

Mum had been at a training event.

"What was it about? I hope it was worth starving your poor cats for." I asked

"Mental toughness. How to stay positive when times are grim."

"Like still having faith your mum will come home and looking for her even when your tummy is sad and empty."

Us cats are extremely mentally tough!!


Biscuits versus chunks

April 16th 2013 10:41 pm
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Normally Josie and I have half a sachet of chunks each every meal time. Mum swears that's one packets shared but I always have to check that Josie hasn't been given something more tasty than me. And then we have biscuits pretty much whenever we want them.

Lately both of us are eating more biscuits and less chunks so mum has decided to starve us. You should see the squiddly little portions she has been serving up! She says she's happy to give us more if we finish what we have but she hates to throw food away.

One thing about more biscuits is they make you more thirsty. I am happy with the water in our bowl but Josie likes hers really fresh. She's been getting in the basin a lot to drink from the tap and yesterday when mum walked in the room holding a newly poured glass of water for herself Josie was following her mewing until mum put it down and then Josie drank from it.

Mum says if Josie keeps being so very thirsty she might think about taking her to the vet which is a mean thing to do just because some cat steals your water.

Josie says she's fine and needs no vet.

Each morning I help mum know what to say and then I sleep while mum checks the headlines. Yesterday we were all so shocked by what she read and are sending our purrs to everyone in Boston.

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