Betty's Blog

Life, oh, life...

It's been a couple of months since I moved to London now, and it's all been quite adventurous.

A couple of weeks after I moved here I got tricked into getting into my box so Lisy could take me to the vet. Not a friendly act. They shoved a thermometer up my bum. I don't wanna go back there any time soon... the indignity of it all.

For Christmas we went to Lisy's parents house for a few days. It was lots of fun. I got fed real turkey. These vegetarian owners who don't know how to cook real meat so only ever give me stuff out of a can. Pah. Lisy's parents house is *huge*. It was so much fun to run around in all that much space. When I decided to be calm and chilled out, I found the hugeness to be a bit overwhelming, so I tended to hang out in Lisy's bedroom. But, the space I had to run around in when I was in a silly mode was so worth it.

It snowed while we were there. All these people outside on sledges looked fun, so I decided to get in on the action... I decided to try skidding across the lounge on the TV guide. It was all fun until I crashed into the pile of wrapping paper and empty boxes left over from the present unwrapping.

I got some presents. But the wrapping paper filled with catnip that they came in was much more fun.

When we came back to London, things got back to normal pretty quickly. When we came back though, Lisy moved my litter tray into the bathroom. I don't know why - I quite liked going for a poo in the corner in the lounge. Especially when I timed it to coincide with Lisy eating. The look on her face would be priceless. So, yes, this litter move into the bathroom thing did not impress me. I miaowed in protest, lots. It didn't make any difference. Lisy wouldn't move it back. Oh well. I've gotten used to it now though.

The biggest bit of excitement since Christmas was last week when I found a mouse in the house! And I killed it! Lisy came home from shopping, dumped her shopping down in the hall and went into the lounge to take her coat off. When she turned around, I'd parked myself on the doormat, next to the shopping so she couldn't miss me playing with my new toy that I'd killed all by myself. Lisy started screaming, and I don't think it was excitement for me. She ran and phoned her mother. The utter wimp. You should've heard the screams I managed to get out of her when I started throwing it up in the air to play catch with it... though, if you were in NW1 at the time, you probably did hear.

In the end, after she shooed me away from the mouse with her mop, Lisy threw my new toy out of the back door using the Christmas card her parents bought her (she insists only because it was the most usefully shaped item around). It did take her a while to pluck up the courage to get close enough to the mouse to get it with the card. Useless human wimp, it's not like it could hurt her, I'd already taken care of it!