Sundays

Sundays are a strange day in this house. Our caretakers seem to want to stay in bed in the mornings. It's most disconcerting and I don't understand why they don't get up at breakfast time like they do on all the other days. When I first came to stay here it used to upset me and I ended up sulking under the bed all day. These days I play them at their own game.

First I send JP, my little brother in. He jumps on them and licks their faces. Then I call and call and call at them from the bottom of the stairs. Rachel will usually come down and feed us at this point. If she goes back to bed though I've discovered a back up plan.

I carry my furry ball upstairs and make buzzing noises at them, he he he!! This morning Rachel told me I wasn't a dog, which I am obviously aware of, but if gets her out of bed......

Going on a trip

I'm going to the vet this afternoon, apparently. Of course nobody ever runs these appointments past me to see if it's OK - they just make them willy nilly, assuming I have nothing better to do. There's a magpie on the back fence that I need to watch over, but of course I'm going to have to get in my basket and go to the vet :(

I don't mind the vet really. He's always really nice to me. Back in January I had to go a lot as I got an impacted hairball stuck in my intestine and in the end I had to have an operation to remove it. I hadn't realised how ill I'd been feeling until after the op - now I'm back to my old self and full of mischief, although the fur still hasn't grown back on my tummy properly which is rather embarassing.

Today's trip to the vet isn't for anything so serious luckily. I'm just going to have my claws clipped. I'm not very good at scratching or maintaining them myself and Rachel really isn't very good at it doing them for me and we both end up having a big fight so these days the vet does it. It's much less traumatic that way!

Not sure what I'm up to this evening - I'm hoping for a play later, although my little brother has broken most of my toys. He's so destructive. I think Rachel is going to buy me some more though.....

First Entry

My caretaker is a bit slow on the uptake and has only just discovered this site - even though she's been saying "wouldn't it be great if the cats had a blog" for ages.

So finally - here I am!

I'm Aurora, I used to be called Lucky but both my caretakers are huge Foo Fighters' fans so both me and my little brother Johnny Park are named after Foo songs. Not that we ever get called by our proper names - I'm always called Roo or Roobert and he is called Park or JP or even worse Jpeg. Honestly, humans.....

I can't really remember much about before I came to live here. I'm 18 months old now and have been here 8 months. I know I moved around a lot before that and I wasn't very happy and I was very underweight, but luckily Andy and Rachel decided to share their house with me and I'm very happy here. Well most of the time. Last November they decided I needed a friend (I didn't) and along came a stupid boy kitten. He's alright I suppose but he's very annoying and I have to keep him in line a lot of the time - hopefully he'll calm down as he gets older; he's only 6 months old right now.

I don't go outside very much. The vets say I'm at least 50% if not more BSH and we make much better indoor cats. Plus I'm very clumsy for a cat and get stuck up on fences and stuff so it's better that I'm indoors. It's fine by me as I have lots of toys and a cat gym to play on. Rachel opens the windows a little for me too so I can hear the birds and get some fresh air. Sometimes the cat from next door thinks she can come into my garden - but I soon see her off!