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Gremlin with fur!

Tag!

Woo! I’ve been tagged for the first time by the lovely Sunflower 707884. I need to name 6 things I don’t like and then tag six friends to do the same.

1. I don’t like it when I’m not the centre of attention
2. I don’t like locked doors, especially when mum or dad are behind them
3. I don’t like it when the nasty vet sticks needles in me
4. I don’t like cheap catfood
5. I don’t like it when I lose my plastic ball under the sofa
6. I don’t like it when my mum and dad use the hoover or the hairdryer

I choose to tag the following:
Widget 730891 – my lookalike
Morticia 602981 – blushing bride
Jeckyl 428546 – black beauty
Isis 785754 – Goddess of cute
Kyro 702864 – bald n’ beautiful
Tambolina 780256 – surprisingly furry Brit-kit

Jinx

Park Life

On Sunday, my mum & dad took be for a walk in the park. They didn’t want to let me out on my own because they don’t have a garden and there are a lot of ‘lost cat’ posters stuck on trees in the area, but they also wanted me to enjoy the great outdoors.

They live about 7 minutes walk from a park, so they took me there in my cat box, found a nice, quiet spot shaded by trees, took me out and put me on a lead (one of those extendable fabric ones). I loved it! I explored the long grass, sniffed around the hollows of trees (tried to climb them too, although mum and dad didn’t let me climb all the way up). A few dogs went past, but none of them bothered me. They’re going to try and take me to the park at least three times a week now.

Grumpy Cat

My dad took me to the vet to get my shots done yesterday. This was the first time I was being taken out in my carrier, so he was worried that I’d throw a strop or poo in transit, but everything was fine….at first.

I was quite happy travelling on the bus in my carrier. The vet’s waiting room was full of dogs, but that didn’t bother me either. The vet had a look at me, gave me a cat treat….then stuck a really sharp needle in me. When it came time for the next shot, she tried to distract me with a cat treat again, but I wasn’t going to let her fool me a second time. I arched my back, hissed, scratched and struggled. “My,” said the vet “you’re a grumpy little cat today, aren’t you?” Eventually, she got my dad to hold me still and put a towel over my head before she could give me the second shot.

When I got home, I curled up in my basket and sulked all afternoon.

Jinx