That's My Kid!

Arrow has been playing the sympathy card for all it is worth, limping out from under the bed to sook all over Mummy. She almost overplayed the hand last night though when Mummy discovered her with her face in a bowl of human tuna and rice. But she played the sore leg trump and Mummy had to forgive her, although she did wonder how Arrow got on the bench when she can't seem to make it onto a chair at the moment without falling on her butt.
Yep, that's my kid!

Arrow Takes A Beating!

Poor old Arrow missed tea last night, and she came in a couple of hours later on three legs. Mummy was horrified and bundled her into the cat cage for a trip to the emergency vet clinic. The vet said she has probably been in another stoush with the dreaded tom that tried to decapitate me in his jaws last year. According to Mummy, Arrow was not nearly as brave as I was at the vet. She had to hide under Mummy's mink blankie the whole time. Feeble, Arrow, feeble! Is she really my child? Still, at least she has the guts to stand up to that tom, unlike someone else I could name...someone whose name begins with Z....
Anyway, it seems to be only soft tissue damage, nothing broken. The vet gave Arrow a pain killer and a sedative and she spent the day under the bed. We think she'll be OK.

It's a Rumble!

I was just snoozing away on top of the Funky Hollow when I heard a noise from outside. It started like a meow and then it rose to a cacophony! Mummy jumped up and opened the door, and there was the big black and white tom that tried to bite off my head last year. With no thought for my own safety I ran outside, but there was Arrow, ready to stoush and defend our home! She was fluffed up to twice her usual size. I think she got in a couple of good right hooks. The tom decided that things were getting too hot around here and he took off. About a minute later Zephyr appeared and offered to help. Yeah, good on ya, Zephie, you big coward.

Long Long Weekend

We have the Australia Day long weekend coming up, and Mummy broke the computer AGAIN! The Blue Screen of Death has returned. How are we going to get through three days with no Catster? (Sob)
I am also a bit down at the moment because my face got scratched. But I have found if I sit quietly and put on a really sad face Mummy gets all soppy and keeps giving me lots of attention.

Busted And Broken!

Mummy has got the computer going again, now it's my turn to break something. I broke my New Year's Resolution not to annoy Tara. I couldn't help myself. Ever since Tara was terrorised by the carpet cleaner and spent the day outside, she has had tickets on herself. She marches around the house going meow, meow, prrgung, brrr, meow. She even used our litter tray. It drove me nuts! Last night she was on the computer desk, weaving around so I came out from behind the sofa and fixed her with the most evil stare I have at my command, the Baby-Faced Assassin Death Ray. She went grrr at me and bolted for safety with me in hot pursuit.
Boy, did that feel good!

Busted

Mummy can't leave well enough alone. She HAD to fiddle with the computer last night and now she's broken it. It just keeps coming up with the Blue Screen of Death every time she tries to boot up. I told her she had to transcribe my diary entry while she is at work earning money to buy us cat food. Although she said after she discovered cat barf on the kitchen bench this morning that she is re-thinking the whole cat food issue....it wasn't me, honestly, was it, BUNTY?
Things are pretty quiet at home, but Zephyr is starting to worry me, she keeps playing with the catnip toys all the time, and believe me she is one cat who doesn't need any encouragement to roll around and look goofy.

Not a Good Day.

Yesterday was so hot, and Mummy got up early and started to remove all the furniture from the house. Arrow stayed in the shed the whole time. Zephyr thought maybe we were moving and ran into the walk-in wardrobe. Tara hid in her cardboard box until Mummy took it outside as well, so Tara dived into the bottom of the linen cupboard with Bunty. They both watched in horror as a strange man came in with a big steaming metal stick and started to rub it over the carpet. Tara fled into the front bedroom crying. I mean, I know she's a wuss but even I felt sorry for her. The man followed her with the stick and a big bottle of water he kept using to spray around the floor so she jumped up again and ran outside. I've never seen her do that! She hid amongst the furniture for hours on the patio, getting hotter and hotter. It was 41 degrees Celsius. Mummy tried to coax Tara out but she ran into the cat house that the nice man next door built for us and crouched in there for hours!
I did a few inspections (raided the food bowls) and the house was still kind of empty, although Mummy's bed was back so I figured nobody was moving. It was a warm night so I went up to the front gate with the rest of the girls and hung out where we can't usually go because of the DOGS owned by the people next door.
Then - wouldn't you know it - a car pulled up at the gate. And there they were, slobbering at the window. The dogs, I mean, not the humans. THE DOGS ARE BACK!

A Dog Free Zone!

Happy New Year everbody. I have made a resolution not to annoy Tara so much, and so far I have kept it (because it's too hot to bother). In fact Tara has been walking up and down in front of me inciting me to riot all afternoon, and I have nobly resisted all temptation.
Next door people have gone away, and they have taken the dogs with them. I don't like dogs much (except my Dogster friend AJ who sent me a beautiful star - he is so COOL.)
So the whole property is currently a dog-free zone, and we can wander where we like! I might pop over next door later and see if I can get into the garage and have a little snooze on the red MG - MOL!

Boxing Day Thoughts

It's Boxing Day now, and we have had a lovely Christmas. Santa Claws brought us some catnip toys and Mummy got us some nice tins of Dine in our favourite flavour, and we had some turkey! And of course I licked all the bowls on the bench when Mummy wasn't looking.
Now I would like to purr a prayer for all the homeless kitties who are not as fortunate as us and hope that they find a furever home where they can be loved as much as we are.
I also want to purr a prayer for kitties who have been mistreated. It is a sad fact that some humans are mean to cats. Sometimes this is ignorance and we can hope for these people to learn and be enlightened about what wonderful loving friends we can be to the human race.
Well, that's enough profundity from the Orkster for today. I have had a lovely roll in the dust outside so my white bits are all grey, and now I am going to have a snooze on the mat at the front door.
Peace and tranquillity to all.
Zzzzzz.......

Washed out!

It has been raining and raining here. Yesterday there was water pouring in the kitchen window! Mummy doesn't have any firewood so we have to snuggle up (purr, purr). Even Arrow has been spending a lot of time inside, and she's such an outdoorsy cat, except when she's sooking all over Mummy.
The Fox has been foiled, they have fixed a floor to the chook pen so he can't get up under there to steal the chooks. We all sleep a lot easier in our beds now.
Mummy has got us something for Christmas, I'm sure... I wonder what it is?