We're Lovin' the Summer Time

We love the summer time; we love to lie around outside on the concrete and in the garden, and go a-hunting. Last night I brought a mouse inside and flipped it around for a bit. That was fun! Later in the evening, Arrow, Bunty and I clubbed together and got Mummy a big rat. We were so excited waiting for her to come to the door and see our surprise present!
I brought another mouse in tonight, and I let that pipsqueak Nugget play with it for a bit. Now Mummy can play a game we all enjoy: Find the Dead Mouse in the House. I wonder where the little fella put it? MOL!
We're still training the Dog Guy. He's a bit of a slow learner, but he has worked out how to get the lid off the Purina tin and fill the dipper with kibble for us. He still calls us by slapping his leg and saying "Here girl," though. I kid you not.

We've Been A Little Bit MIA

I can't believe it's been nearly FOUR MONTHS since Mummy let any of us write in our diaries, and we haven't been able to keep up with all our friends' doings as much as we would like to. For this, I apologise profusely. (Seriously, we have found it more difficult since the site upgrade. Remember when you could log in straight to the community homepage and everything would pretty much be right there in front of you? We can't figure out how to do that any more and we found that the recent activity listings on the home page seemed to be all out of chronological order, which resulted in us reading the same diary entries several times over thinking they must be new ones. In the end we just found it easier to bypass the community page and go straight to our regular group if Mummy was pushed for time.)
But I didn't come here to whinge, or to detail Mummy's inadequacies (I mean, there just isn't that much space!) merely to apologise for not being present as much as I would like. Mummy's pathetic excuse for not giving me enough Catster playtime is that she has been trying to find us a Daddy. I'm not sure how she went about this, maybe she just put up a sign in the newsagent's window saying "Crazy Cat Guy Wanted". Anyway, she goofed slightly and brought us a Dog Guy. Sheesh! Doesn't she know how hard it is to convert one of those? We've put him through a few tests, but Mummy said we had to stop barfing on the carpet every time he comes over and we're working on being cute now.

One Heck of a Week!

Mummy seems a little tired this weekend. She says it's been a heck of a week, starting with last weekend when she blew up the mixer attempting to make cupcakes. A couple of days after that, she stepped it up a notch and blew up the car. Since we don't live close to public transport, she's had to do a bit of walking. Well, a LOT of walking. A couple of days later she borrowed a car to drive around in. When she got home from picking it up, the phone line was dead. Hmmm, had she somehow blown that up as well? The next day she went to visit some sharks to see about getting a new car. I didn't know sharks had cars. Anyway, she says that just in the nick of time as the sharks were about to pull her under, she was offered a car by a friend of hers, but she can't get it until next week. Meanwhile, she drove the borrowed car to work on Friday and, no, she didn't blow it up. Somebody else smashed into it.
And just to blight MY week, the evil red heeler next door has reproduced, raising the dog population around here to five.
There's a happy ending though - the phone repairman came and fixed the phone line so we could get back on Catster!

Please purr for Queensland and New South Wales

I haven't pawed a diary entry lately but I'm adding my voice to my fellow Aussies to rally as much purring and prayers for the people and animals of Queensland and New South Wales as we can muster.
The flood situation is dire and worsening. Lives have been lost and people are unaccounted for. 75% of the state of Queensland, the second largest state in Australia, has been declared a disaster area, including the capital Brisbane. Parts of Brisbane have been evacuated and the power to 100,000 homes will be cut off as a safety measure.
Initially it was stated that pets could not be taken to the evacuation area at the Brisbane Showgrounds, then this was reversed as the authorities realised that people were reluctant to leave without their pets - good decision! *claps paws*
Floods are expected to reach their peak in Brisbane on Thursday.
Please join me in purring and praying for all the communities across Queensland and New South Wales affected by this terrible disaster.

Reviewing the Situation

A cat’s gotta write
Doesn’t she?
Write on this site,
Doesn’t she?
To keep up with her friends
On their diaries she sends
a few purrs.
But now all these mews, we don’t know whose are whose,
Yours, or hers?
Are you reviewing the situation?
I hope that you will get to it quick smart.
Are you hearing our indignation?
To sort things out we need a blasted chart!

I just don’t have the proclivity
To read all this activity,
It’s getting far too hard for me,
I need a kind of guard for me
Against the flood of extra stuff.
I really think I’ve had enough
Of ploughing through variety
And EVERY SINGLE DIARY!
Hey!
I think you’d better think it out again!

Thanks To My Furiends on behalf of all of us

Thank you to our wonderful friends who helped us celepurrate our birthdays this week. Mummy has been very behindhand in letting us MOL in our diaries, but she let me yap this note. We had a lovely birthday dinner, usually we get Dines but this year we got the Woolworths Select cat foods, and we enjoyed them just as much. There was Tuna and Crab, and other yummy flavours. Mummy sang Happy Birthday to us, Barry the cat from next door tried to crash our pawty (and was seen off smartly by birthday girl Arrow) and we snuggled up in front of the fire and watched television.
Mummy doesn't know exactly when my birthday is, but she thinks it's somewhere around my furkids' birthdays, so we all celepurrate together. Of my litter, Bunty is the oldest, Arrow is the middle child and Zephyr the youngest. (They also had another sisfur and a brofur who went to other homes.)
We will thank every fur purrsonally of course, but until then we just wanted to say how much we enjoyed all your messages and rosettes!

Sirens

We were just hanging out peacefully last night. Mummy was typing for Arrow on the computer and I was by the front sliding glass door. Bunty and Zephyr were snoozing on the bed. Suddenly a siren went off: rrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! It was me, and boy was I loud! Mummy looked over at the door to see the cat from next door looking through the glass at me.
A second siren went off! rrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRR! Arrow raced to the door all fluffed up and ready to stoush. Mummy let her out, not that she wanted a catfight, but Barry (that's his name) has to learn his place, and it's not here!
Poor Barry took one look at the size of Arrow and he decided he had better places to be. Arrow patrolled for a little while and came back inside, job done.
Now the only siren Mummy says she wants to hear today is the one signalling the end of the Grand Final when our team wins!

Unbelievable Day!

OMC, I can't believe I got DOTD on AFL Grand Final Day, no less! What can I say; thanks for the honour, HQ. It would have rounded off the day nicely if our team Collingwood had won the Grand Final, but it was a DRAW! The first one in 33 years. The score was 68 points for each team. Next week Collingwood play St Kilda again for the premiership, so we'll be keeping the faith. Come on Pies, this time you have to win. I'll even paint myself black and white to match Arrow and Zephyr!!!

Footy Finals Fever!

Tomorrow is the Grand Final of the Aussie Rules football final, and because we're proud Victorians we consider AFL the best kind of football!!!!! No disrespect to other codes but we're AFL girls through and through, and we're sooooo excited because Mummy's team, the Collingwood Magpies, is the hot favourite to win! Arrow and Zephyr have of course got their Collingwood colours on. Well, they're black and white, so they always do, and Tara will be wearing hers at the Bridge. (Grand Final Day is also a special day for Tara because it's the anniversary of the day she and Mummy first arrived to live in Tooradin, eight years ago!)
This time tomorrow Mummy will either be ecstatic, or be crying in her beer....

Butter Wouldn't Melt in My Mouth

Mummy let me out into the garden this afternoon, and I realised to my horror that I was out there with her friend's Labrador! I tried skulking around behind the cat house on the front porch, but that dog knew I was there and she kept watching me the whole time. Don't you worry, I was watching her, too!
Eventually when I sensed the dog only wanted to be friends, I jumped up on the cat house roof and started nonchalantly washing myself, pretending that there wasn't a large dog sitting only two feet away. Mummy was glad to see how brave I was; I only hissed once when it got way too close, and most of the time my fur was only slightly puffed up.
I was so pleased with myself that after Mummy had her dinner I jumped up on the bench. Mummy saw me out of the corner of her eye but she was busy doing something and didn't have the spray bottle handy, so she didn't shoo me off right away, but then Zephyr got up there too, and suddenly there was hissing, and she realised she had to act fast.
Teehee, imagine her dismay when she saw that I'd been busy licking the butter! It's in the bin now. (Humans really are strangely squeamish about some things, aren't they?)