Today

Today has been quite interesting. My person's father came to do some decorating and he had a very big ladder. I climbed it. Well, if you see a ladder you have to climb it, don't you think? I managed to stay out of the paint, for which I think I deserve an extra treat, but no amount of sitting on the arm of the sofa and patting my person convinces her that this is only fair.

In the afternoon, I was just too tired for words, so despite the ladder and the paint, I had to have a rest on the bed. I thought after her father had done such a good job in the morning, I could trust him to complete the task and he did, without any assistance, and if I was at all generous I might even give him one of my biscuits to say thank you. Fortunately I am not, so he had to make do with a head rub, my head on his trousers.

There has been quite a lot of decorating lately and to be honest I hope that is the last of it because I'm exhausted with all the climbing and avoiding of paint.

Sigh....

My Birthday!

It's my birthday today and I'm three!! Of course I'm much older than that in kitty years, in fact I'm nearly as old as my human in kitty years! Soon I will be able to tell her what to do, because I will be older and she will have to let me go out in the garden whenever I want to... sigh...

I hope there will be plenty of treats today, I think I have been such a good cat lately that I deserve it. It wasn't me that knocked everything down off the telly and it wasn't me that jumped out of the bathroom window, after all.

I wonder what treats might me in store? Tuna juice? My favourite! Real chicken, ooh yes please. I'm going now, I need to have a very big think about all the treats I will be having.

I love cardboard

It has to be said I have something of a passion for cardboard, it is so versatile. You can lie on it and it makes a great board for sliding on. You can pretend there is something underneath it and leap on it from a great height. If you get peckish you can bite the corners or rip it to shreds. Cardboards boxes are great for hiding in, or sitting on top of. It is so satisfying to squash your body into a box that is at least three sizes too small for it. To be honest it is a bit of a skill and one that I am very good at. Why isn't the whole world made of cardboard?

I have of course trained my human not to throw any cardboard out anymore, she has this silly idea about recycling, but I do try to insist that she leaves at least three boxes in different rooms of the house. Who needs toy mice when you have cardboard

Pud xx

The Escape

Guess what, last time I was allowed out (and I hope it's not the last time either) I escaped!! I manage to find a way through the hedge at the bottom of the garden and into next door's garden. The silly human rattled some food for me and shouted for me to come back, but it was far too exciting for that. Because...

there was a POND! It was so exciting. I sat on the edge of it and very casually dipped my paws in, because it wouldn't do my image any good to be seen to be tooexcited, but I just couldn't believe my luck. I wander all around it and checked it out for fish, but there weren't any, but that didn't matter because it was so much better than the sink for dipping your paws into.

I was finally "rescued" (huh!) by my human's father who scaled the wall and cornered me. I can't wait until next time...

Pud xx

Going Outside

As you can see from the new photo I went outside the other day!!! It was sort of snowing and the flakes were very cold on my nose but they were melting as soon as they reached me - I am after all verrry hot, hot, hot! This is the first time in ages I have gone out into the back garden and I really love it out there. There is so much to smell and explore and chew I get quite overwhelmed and my human always makes me go back inside too soon. (Although I was secretly quite pleased this time as it was soo cold, but don't tell her I said so). The Fudgeman was a real wuss though, he spent at least half the sniffing time darting back into the kitchen, I can't understand how my uncle could be such a scaredy cat...

Last weekend it was Mother's Day apparently and as a treat I was taken to visit my human's mum. Wow, what a place that is! There was this great big porch full of windows looking out over a different garden and the windows had some dozy flies buzzing up against them trying to get out. I helped them out - kind of - by eating one or two and thinning out the competition. I've never tried eating flies before, they don't taste very nice but they do make quite a pleasant buzzing in your throat as you swallow them... hehheh!

see ya
Pud xx

PS The other new photo is me yawning, or maybe I'm roaring like the tiger I am...

Going Outside

Normally I stay indoors, it is warm, there is always plenty to see out the window and food is there when I want it. But yesterday when the front door was open for a few minutes I felt like a bit of a change and seized my chance to creep outside. But then horror of horrors, my human shut the door. I couldn't believe it, I was stuck outside in the freezing cold, sat on a very soggy mat! Luckily she noticed I wasn't on the house quickly so I wasn't sat out there for very long, but still, how could she have done that to me. I avoided the door all day after that, I wasn't taking any chances!

All Better

Well it just went from bad to worse! The vet told us I was infected by a parasite called giardia and although I didn't feel all that bad, I still had to take 8 days worth of the most foul tasting tablets ever made in the history of the world. I did not want to take them but my human insisted - I tried everything to get out of it. Wriggling, backing away, hiding behind the armchair, spitting it out, foaming at the mouth, crying, but nothing worked and she just kept trying until I swallowed it. To be fair she did try to disguise the taste with butter and sugar and salmon, but I don't think she realised that nothing would have disguised the taste of those.

But the good news is that all my suffering has worked and I am now feeling much better, as demonstrated by the amount of fur I managed to tug out of Fudgie last night. I promise you I don't hurt him, but he does have a lot of hair and I think he would be cooler with a bit less of it ;o)

Until next time xx

At last!

Hurrah! At last she has let me have my own diary. The Fudge Man has had his own diary for ages and has been laughing at me and I can finally get my own back. heh heh!

I've been poorly. The human has taken me to the vet three times over the last couple of weeks and I've had to have four injections and been subjected to the indignities of having my temperature taken. But the vet told me I was a very good boy so I didn't mind so much. And at least I don't get scared like Fudgie. The special food is okay and I have been feeling much better since we've been eating it, I hope she keeps us on it for a bit longer, although I could murder a bowl full of salmon flakes.

That's all for now xx