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Is Spring finally here?

March 8th 2015 11:29 pm
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On Saturday my mum said "What a gorgeous day!" and she hung laundry in the garden for the first time this year.

We came out with her. "This is great, isn't it Cats?" she said, "you can go out and do wild cat stuff."

We came in with her and curled up in our favourite spots, quite exhausted by our adventures.

"That was less than five minutes!" mum exclaimed. "I can't believe you two."

We need to build up to being outdoors in stages, no point in over-doing things. All that fresh air wears a cat out.

 

Being four so far

March 5th 2015 10:05 pm
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Pretty good actually. I like it.

Mum had Da Bird out for me last night. We've not played with that for a while and it was awesome. Josie slept through the whole thing.

"No wonder you wake up in the night all lively," my mum said to the curled up ball that was my tortie sisfur.

I've been known to wake my mum for love but I know better than to wake her for play. Josie doesn't care - any time is play time. I decided to teach her a lesson.

Turns out mum doesn't like to be woken up by Josie squealing either. She came stomping out of the bedroom all grumpy and turned the lights on.

I denied everything of course.

"I expect Josie was squealing because she had a bad dream," I said.

I'm pretty sure mum believed me. Us four year olds are pretty sharp thinkers!

And today I had a belated birthday gift from Meep and Bibi. I love belated gifts as they make your birthday last longer!! So thank you to them.

 

I am four

March 4th 2015 10:31 pm
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That's right! Pretty grown up and extra special. My mum says that four year old cats do not climb curtains. I am looking forward to proving her wrong of course.

I did get some birthday ham. I knew about that because Josie went suddenly scurrying off to the kitchen. She can hear a ham packet being opened faster than any cat I know.

"I'm not even sure why she's getting any," I commented when I belatedly realised the treat in store. "It's not her birthday."

But we did share and very good it was too. I love ham.

And I have beautiful birthday balloons thanks to Laura Belle and a delicious cup cake (which I;m not sharing with Josie!) from Marmelade and some shrimp from Mia and family and special hugs from Grace so I feel all wonderfully loved and happy.

Being three was pretty cool so I'm looking forward to seeing what being four brings.

 

Being grateful

March 3rd 2015 10:29 pm
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I was thinking about poor Alfie - he did have a home but his people didn't care that he was unwell and hungry. And even Josie had a bad start to life. I thought that my mum has many many faults but she always feeds us and she does take us to the vet when we're poorly and we get better and I just thought that I do love her really.

So I had to tell her and give her a hundred kitty kisses and headrubs and purr until my ribs hurt.

Apparently she would have preferred me to wait until morning - which I thought a bit ungrateful if I'm honest.

There were mutterings about needing sleep and 3am not being the time for love but it's always time for love and I had to tell her there and then. So I used a gentle paw to push her hands away from her face so I could keep going with the affection.

I'm sure she liked it really. She was just being modest.

 

My twin

March 1st 2015 10:33 pm
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Mum was out all day Saturday and when she came back I could smell him on her hands.

"You've been petting another cat," I commented.

"Alfie," she replied, not a trace of shame.

"What colour cat is Alfie?" I asked.

"Black, with white hairs on his chest," she told me.

"Like me!" A very handsome boy then. "How big is he?"

"Smaller than his house-mate but big on personality," mum said.

"Like me again!" It's like having a twin.

She then added. "Poor Alfie had a terrible start to life."

This is uncanny. I sighed. "Just like me"

She gave me that look. "In what way has your life been any less than perfect at any stage?"

"Sometimes I have to ask to be petted and you let our biscuit bowl get empty sometimes."

"When they first took responsibility for Alfie he had to spend a whole week in the hospital just to sort out his skin conditions. He still has a few bald patches. And he was severely underweight."

Gosh! That is sad. That did make me think maybe I am lucky with my mum. "Is he OK now?"

"Yes,my friends love him dearly and he'll never go without anything he needs again. He's the right weight now and they keep a close eye on his fur."

It's good to know that my twin has landed on his paws in a loving forever home.

 

Mum can be unfair

February 26th 2015 10:32 pm
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Josie woke up bright and early this morning and wanted to play. She came to me but I still had some sleeping to do so I said no. Then I heard her go and wake my mum up and see if she wanted to play. She didn't.

So what's a cat to do?

Josie very sensibly and thoughtfully decided to entertain herself with a game of chase the tail. This way and that she span to catch that elusive tail, darting and pouncing round, bothering no-one but herself.

But my mum complained anyway. She reckons it's hard to sleep when a cat is chasing her tail on your bed. Poor Josie can't win it would seem. If my mum had got up and got out Josie's toys when asked they would never have been in that situation.

So unfair on Josie!

 

We have warm

February 25th 2015 10:24 pm
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At last!

Josie and I celebrated by going outside. Well, we had to really as my mum celebrated with her Happy Dance.

She says no cats have ever been harmed while she dances but it is alarming to watch.

It was so delicious to wake up this morning and all be warm.

My mum is a creature of routine and Josie's best part of the routine lately has been when my mum gets dressed. She throws the dressing gown she's been wearing on to the bed and Josie immediately settles down on it - warm, soft, smelling of mum, it's a great place to sleep if you like that kind of thing. This always follows getting washed so from the minute my mum picks up her toothbrush Josie follows her around so as not to miss the moment.

I wonder if she'll need to do that now we have toasty radiators again.

 

Nearly there..

February 24th 2015 10:46 pm
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The man did come last night with the new fan in his hand for our boiler. There was some clanking and then a beautiful sound I haven't heard in ages, that floomph as the boiler came back to life.

"That sounds good," said my mum cheerfully.

I jumped down from the back of the armchair and went over to my bed. I couldn't wait to feel that gentle warmth toasting my tummy. But then..clunk, clunk, clunk

"That doesn't sound so good," said my mum, distinctly less cheerfully.

"I can't get it to stay lit," said the man. We need another new part. But he assured my mum he will be back with it today. I really hope he does.

 

Waking my mum with purrs

February 23rd 2015 10:53 pm
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Turns out my mum was right and despite a call to say he has the part we need we still didn't see the boiler man last night. It's OK when my mum is home and awake as we have heaters on but it gets pretty cold at night.

I woke up this morning with a definite chill in my fur. I thought my mum would be sad to be so cold. Now how to cheer her up? Hm. She says one of her favourite sounds in the world is my purr. That should do it.

I trotted over to where she was sleeping and cranked up my best rumble. She definitely woke up but she was doing that thing where she teases me and pretends she hasn't. I purred louder and gave her face a firm whacky paw. She needs to learn some manners.

"Toby," she muttered, I think in delight. "It's 5am."

"You're welcome. Time for plenty of purrs and snuggles before you start your day."

She wasn't as grateful as you might expect and I had to settle for some rather perfunctory headrubs before nestling down on her to sleep.

Apparently heating-fixy man said he will come today. We'll see!

 

What's missing?

February 22nd 2015 10:31 pm
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My mum was brushing me on Saturday evening. I love being brushed. I feel all warmedly and loved and my coat gets sleek and gorgeous and I was rumble-purrs with contentment.

"Something's missing," said my mum.

Me? Check. My mum? Check. Tummy? Full, check. Nope. Nothing missing.

"Where's Josie?"

"I don't know - keep brushing," I replied. Josie normally likes to hover, mostly on the blanket on the back of the sofa.

"It's cold and wet out there. I hope she's in," said my mum, anxiously.

Of course she would be in. Josie hates the cold.

"I'll just check," said my mum, abandoning me.

Josie was, as I had suspected, curled up in her own bed, under mum's bed. She was absolutely fine. It is still cold. A man did finally come to look at the boiler. He took a part out, said we need a new one and mum says hopefully that will come this week. Well, he said today but my mum doesn't have the faith in him she used to!

 
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