Tagged!

Our friend Puddles from Texas has tagged all five of us! So I am excited, like Tara ,because now I get to start my own diary and tell 5 facts about me.

1. When I was tiny, the white on my head went up between my ears in a big long arrow, and that's how I got my name.
2. Mummy's friend Craig says if he ever wants to extort money out of her (not that she has any) by kidnapping one of us, she would pay the most ransom for ME!
3. I really did destroy Mummy's computer by knocking it into the kitty litter tray; I broke the hard drive.
4. I'm very shy and I don't like dogs at all, but I am the first to defend our home from any marauding cats!
5. I'm really big for a girl cat.

Now I am passing onto Orkney to tag 5 more kitties for us.

Heroine of the Hour

It's me, I am the heroine.
I caught the BIG FAT RAT living in the shed next door. It was a mighty tussle, but he has shuffled off this mortal coil. So the nice man next door has forgiven me for knocking all the saws off his workbench.
Hurrah for me!

I Am Back

I got chased by the Dogs Next Door on Thursday night and I went into hiding. Mummy was frantic. She was worried I wouldn't be home in time for my birthday. I was very scared but I finally plucked up the courage to come home past the bad dogs because I missed Mummy so much. I hurt my leg too so I have been purring really hard for sympathy. I'm so happy to be home with my sisfurs and Mummy. Zephyr did mouse-catching duty while I was gone but she's pretty hopeless. Bunty had to take over.

Undesirables Through the Cat Flap

We had a lovely birthday last week, I was so excited to be back home with my family after the Dogs Next Door chased me and I had to hide for 24 hours. The man next door made us a cat flap into their shed, which joins onto our house, for a birthday present, so we can go in and out to mouse for him. There's only one problem - the worst of the DNDs, the evil Jack Russell, can fit through it! And then he just pops up at our front door with his horrible slavering grinning face - I'm getting the shakes just thinking about it. Oh dear. If he were a stray cat I'd know what to do, but dogs scare me. Maybe Zephyr will clout him over the head for me.

Still Recovering

My sore leggy is still giving me trouble. I can jump up on Mummy and the desk and the chair, but I'm still limping noticeably. Mummy says it is soft tissue damage and I will get better, but I have to rest it. I can't rest, there are mice to be caught!
Mummy visited one of our Catster friends last week, she went to meet the lovely Leah and her Mummy. Leah is a beautiful black smoke, like Tara, only without the tabby stripes that Tara has. Mummy said she just had to give Leah a cuddle because she was so gorgeous, but I don't mind because Leah is our friend.

Not Since the Great Computer Crash.....

...have I wreaked such havoc! You see, Mummy was at the desk, on the phone to HER Mummy, and I wanted to show her how much better my leg was. (Actually, I really wanted a cuddle)
So all of a sudden Mummy heard "BRRRRRRR" and with a huge plop I landed right in the middle of her dinner which she had just sat down to eat when the phone rang. Mummy screeched a rude word and I thought, uh-oh, so I jumped down onto the other desk and the office chair...and of course I had oil and stuff all over my paws because I'd just waltzed through a plate of fried chicken and dressed salad, and Mummy had to hang up on her Mummy and, well, it was all bad really. I knew I was in trouble so I went and hid outside for a couple of hours. Orkney got to snooze in my office chair for a bit, which she said she enjoyed because it smelled like fried chicken, MOL.

Visit to the Vet, and a Bad Night

I have been off colour and developed little lesions on my skin, so Mummy took me to the vet last night. I hate going to the vet because the waiting room is always full of dogs. Why can't it be full of people with pet mice?
The first thing I saw was a huge Pyrenean Mountain Dog. I trembled and cowered, so Mummy got a towel and put it over my head so I wouldn't have to see it.
Then I had to go in to be examined by the vet. She said there is a possibility I may have caught leprosy from a rat. Mummy was completely gobsmacked, as she didn't know cats could get leprosy. But the diagnosis is not confirmed and it could be something else like an allergy, so I have to have antibiotic tablets. I am the worst ever cat to give tablets to. Mummy managed to give me a tablet when we got home, and I ate dinner, and then I barfed it all up again. She thought I must have a furball, but then I just kept barfing. I really didn't feel well at all. Bunty was so sympathetic she threw up a furball too just to keep me company. The carpet soon became dotted in patches of bicarb soda. I was still barfing four hours later. Mummy said I didn't have to have those tablets any more (yay!) and she got new ones from the vet tonight (boo, hiss).
Please keep your paws crossed for me that I don't have leprosy!

The Field Mice are Having a Field Day

I'm still on sick leave from my position as Chief Rodent Control Officer. Mummy had so much trouble getting me to take my medi, she went to the vet and bought a pill popper. It worked the first time....teeheehee. I'm feeling a little better but I stay inside on the office chair resting most of the time. Mummy says you can sure tell I'm not on duty. She left the house the other morning to go to work and there was a field mouse in the driveway, scooting around like a little windup toy. The lady next door had one on her bed. Bunty and Orkney will catch them if they can, but they don't patrol the shed like I used to. I hope I can be back on duty soon. We will see what the vet says on Monday.

Back to the Vet

Awww, I was looking forward to a quiet Saturday morning snoozing with Mummy, and she put me in the cage and took me to the vet. Again!
I have been a lot better about taking my medi, although I cried last night when I had to have it, which made Mummy feel like just about the lowest thing on earth, but the news is good, as it seems the infection is responding to the antibiotic. The vet is still not sure of the origin of the infection, but is hopeful now that I do not have leprosy. I have to keep taking the tablets for a while longer. The lesion on my face has all but disappeared; the one on my leg remains, but it doesn't seem to be related to the infection. It's all a bit of a puzzle but Mummy is just thankful I am nearly back to my old loving self (or will be, when I stop sulking under the futon).

Arrow's Adventure

Mummy took me to the vet again. Yuck! I hate going to the vet. A lady in the waiting room asked Mummy if I was a really old cat. She thought I looked really old! Mummy said no, Arrow is only 5, she's just scrunched up sulking.
The vet was pleased with my progress but still puzzled as to what it is that I have. The lesion on my face is gone, and the one on my paw, which has been there the longest, has nearly disappeared, but I have a new one on my chin and still one on my tongue. Some kind of bacterial infection is the theory, but if any of our friends have any clues Mummy would be happy to hear from them.
Mummy had thought about dropping into the mechanic's on the way back from the vet to pick up a jack he got for her car, as her old one got broken last time she had a flat tyre. She decided against it, as the weather was getting hotter and she didn't want me to be any more stressed.
We were driving along about 4 kilometres from home when the car started making a terrible noise and Mummy pulled over. Yep, you guessed it - a flat tyre. She opened the passenger door, took my cage out and put it down in the shade of a tree. I started to cry because I thought she was going to leave me and drive away. Then she was fossicking around in the boot and a strange man rode up on a quad bike and started helping her with the car. Luckily our friend Craig had lent Mummy a hydraulic jack, and the man got the tyre changed for her. I wasn't very brave and I cried the whole time until Mummy put my cage back in the car. When we got home I still had to have my medi. What a rotten morning! But wasn't it nice of that man to help us?