Ten Things I Don't Like About Tara!

My furmummy Orkney is the diarist in our family, but I thought I would put paw to paper just to set the record straight about Tara. So here goes -
TEN THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT TARA.
1. She was here before me.
2. She's a wuss.
3. She's got these silver eyebrows and she wiggles them up and down when she blinks.
4. She hissed at us when we were kittens.
5. She's got softer fur than I have.
6. She's always hacking up furballs.
7. She's thinner than I am.
8. She makes Mummy get mad at me.
9. She has her meals in another room where I can't get them.
10. She makes these stupid noises, like "ngak" and "prrgung".
So that's why I don't like Tara. And I'm very reasonable, I always give her fair warning before I attack. She gets the Death Ray Stare first before I launch.
Yours sincerely
Zephyr.

Footnote re item 7 from Orkney - So is everybody else. MOL!

In the Doghouse

Well, after Arrow and the tom had the big rumble last night and Orkney accused me of being a coward, I thought I would show how tough I am, so I chased Tara across the lounge room. But Mummy caught me and told me I was a Bad Cat. So she made me stay outside ALL NIGHT (sniff,sob). I didn't like it out there! That tom could've come back at any time. And Orkney got to use the Funky Hollow all night, and Bunty and Tara were on Mummy's bed. It's NOT FAIR (blubber)!

Beware of the door!

Doors and I just don't seem to get on. When Mummy had visitors a couple of weeks ago I was scared, so I grabbed hold of the screen door in both paws and rattled it really hard to let Mummy know I was desperate to come in. Several hours later the door fell off its tracks.
Tonight I was sitting outside and I reached around the partly opened screen door to get an insect. My claw got caught in the wire so I pulled and pulled to try to get it free. But I couldn't get loose, and the more I pulled, the more the door slid further towards the door jamb, almost closing the door on my head and my arm. I was panicking!
Luckily Mummy saw my plight and rescued me by opening the glass door and unhooking my claw. She gave me some extra pats, and I chased Tara a few times and I'm all happy now.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?

I can't believe I did this. I jumped on the bed before - and Tara was curled up on there looking at me - and I was so surprised, I kissed her! Ack! Ptooey!
Mummy patted me on the head and said I was a good girl.
I smiled sweetly at Tara and said under my breath, "I'm not going to make a habit of this, Wussbag."
She looked back at me and said "Suits me, Fatso."
Mummy didn't hear the catspeak and was patting us both now.
Ack! Yuck! I can't believe I kissed Tara!
What was I thinking?
Ecccchhh!!

Food, glorious food

Mummy is trying us on different cat food. She bought some crunchies endorsed by a leading TV vet, and she keeps trying to feed it to us. Arrow and Tara won't have a bar of it, and the others are pretty unenthusiastic. But I thought I'd give it a try and I scarfed it down. About five minutes later I barfed it back up again.
Scarf and barf, I say - it makes room for more food!

I was a DDP!

Apparently I was a DDP yesterday, so now I am even with Orkney. Except she is still top cat. She gave me and Bunty a thumping on Saturday night, the little bossy boots. Mummy had to lock her in the bedroom for some time out, ha ha hardy-ha. Then she checked the Feliway dispenser to find it was empty, which explained why we were all out of sorts. She bought some more today and now it's all Peace and Love...Peeeeace and Luuuuurve.....

Tagged!

Our friend Puddles from Texas has tagged all of us to tell 5 facts about ourselves. So here are my 5 facts:

1. Despite weighing the most of us by a long shot, I can sit up like a prairie dog.
2. I want to be top cat, but Orkney won't let me.
3. I'm the least shy of all of us.
4. I really, reeeeeally don't like Tara.
5. When Mummy gets home from work and opens the front door, I shoot out like a cork out of a bottle and roll around on the concrete.

Over to Orkney to tag 5 more kitties!

Five Years Old

It's our birthday on Saturday 25th, and we're very excited because that means we're going to get treats! I wonder what Mummy has got us? I hope it's food, I hope I hope I hope. I'm going to be five years old and so is Bunty and so is Arrow. Orkney is going to be six. Tara the wussbag's birthday isn't until January but she'll get a treat anyway and I can steal some of hers.
Arrow is under next door's house because the DND's (Dogs Next Door) chased her there. The DNDs have been locked up for this transgression. Arrow's really scared of dogs so I hope she comes home in time for her treat on Saturday.

A New Toy!

The folks at Purina have done it again with their promotional freebies. Last time it was the blankie, which I almost never get to lie on because Orkney hogs it. This time it was an awesome crinkly tunnel, and this one is MINE! I love exploring crinkly things as you can probably tell from the picture of me in the plastic bag. That bag kept me amused for hours. The crinkly tunnel is even better, there's some kind of furry thing hanging inside it. I have had a great time jumping in and out of the tunnel and poking the furry thing through the holes. The others don't seem to get the point of it at all, which suits me fine. There isn't room for anyone else in there when I'm using it. Come to think of it, there's hardly room for me - Mummy must have brought home the small size.

Clown Princess

Mummy was very worried about Arrow last night, after taking her to the vet and then the medicine making Arrow sick, so I decided to cheer everybody up. I rolled and rolled in the dirt and I came inside and pretended to be a black smoke like Tara! Hehe! Orkney said no-one in their right minds would ever mistake me for Tara no matter how black I was, as there is enough of me for two Taras.
Speaking of the wussbag, I got her good tonight. She was sitting gazing out the front door like the wimpy little coward she is, when my face popped up in front of her on the other side of the glass like Freddy Kruger. She hissed and ran off. It was excellent sport!