Monday, 31 December 2012

Some Catty-promises

As the days have started getting a bit lighter again, and my little catty-body clock has registered this, I have decided to make some promises of things I will do for the catty-year ahead:

-I will clean the left side of my face a bit more. I seem to get distracted with cleaning my right side too much, with my licked paw.

-I will try not to squirm as much when daddy picks me up for a cuddle: it's not my favourite thing, but I shall endure it.

-I will see if I can get daddy to pay me more attention during the night, with stronger nose-nuzzles in his ear.

-I will try to favour the red catty biscuits less compared to the green ones.

-I will try to get on with Steve again, if he apologises for being breedist.

-I will try to reach the 5th branch of the tree at the back of my garden.

-I shall try to consider the feelings of meeces I catch by playing with them less before killing them.

-I shall try to alert daddy a bit quicker if I do a little catty-sick.

-I shall bury my catty-poos a bit deeper, in my territory...I have become lazy with this.

-I shall catch my first Magpie ever.

That is all.

Saturday, 29 December 2012


Oops! I got a bit overexcited during the night.

I came in hungry and decided to eat some biscuits. It was quite late.

I thought I saw a moth, so I chased it for a bit, but it turned out to be shadow.

After this excitement I went to jump on my bed, where daddy sleeps. The only problem was that I felt some of my catty-biscuits start to come back up, because of all my running around.

I tried to stop it, I really did, but I already had the pre-catty-sick warning hiccups.
I decided that the best place for catty-vom would be on daddy's feet, as they were sticking out of the bed and looked cold: I like to look after daddy if I can.

Daddy didn't seem to wake up, despite my best efforts to keep his feet warm, so I went and slept on my other bed.
I did hear 'eugh!' and Bruce!' early this morning, but I'm not sure what that meant, so I went back to sleep....

Thursday, 27 December 2012

So I got that thing from the cupboard...

...that daddy was hiding from me (the thing wrapped in red paper that smelt of Catnip!).

Sure enough it was some catty-drug toys for me; some fake mice filled with the stuff :)

For this reason, I have been in a bit of a catty-daze for two days. I may have accidentally eaten one of the mice, I'm not sure....

The fur on one paw is green, but I don't know why. I shall report back once I find out more....

Monday, 24 December 2012

Does anyone know how to get into a cupboard?

I can still smell catty-drugs (Catnip! mmmm) coming from the cupboard where daddy put the weird thing, wrapped up in red paper, for me.

I keep trying to paw open this cupboard, but I can't get in :(
I have tried nosing it open too, and simply miaowing at it, but this doesn't seem to work.
Any ideas?

Sunday, 23 December 2012

What's this??

I'm both catty-confused and catty-happy!

Daddy just went past me carrying something wrapped in bright red paper (it also had pictures of a fat, old human on it, with white hair on his face and head), that smelt of catnip!

I got a whiff of it and my little catty-ears went up, and my catty-nose twitched. Daddy said something like 'not yet Bruce... you'll have to wait two days'.
The he put the wrapped up thing in a cupboard and closed it. I can't open closed doors with my paws so I can't get to it :(

I wonder what it is? I wonder why daddy won't give it to me yet?

This seems a bit cruel, but he is still feeding me and giving me belly rubs so.... hmmm, all very interesting....

Friday, 21 December 2012

Sorry for the disappearance, but...

...I found something very, very interesting, 3 houses away from my home!

This is the reason I haven't been able to blog for the last few days: I've been having too much catty-fun!

I found a front garden absolutely covered with lots of shiny catty-toys, put up by a very kind person who clearly loves cats.

There are round things that swing on string, when you paw-swat them. Some of them fell down, which meant they could be pounced on: little, fake, shiny mice!

There are long, skinny cords of things, with lights attached, perfect for chewing.

There are also lots of things to hide behind, to look out for Robins, like weird objects that look like deer... but they don't move.

Oh, and I think I might have accidentally hurt a big man in red and white coat. He was quite fat, and bloated. He scared me, so I clawed him and he went completely flat, and fell to the ground. This confused me. I hope he's okay. He didn't make any noise.

I am now indoors for a bit as I got bored with those catty-toys, and wanted some attention.


Monday, 17 December 2012

Weird skinny thing

What are these things?

They are very pounceable!

Daddy caught me chewing them though, and took them away. I'm sad now :(

I may have to groom my tail for a bit to get over this...

Saturday, 15 December 2012

Strange female human

I'm very confused: I hope someone can solve a mystery for me.

Nearly every morning, quite early, a female human comes to the door of my home, pulls something made of rolled up paper out of a brightly coloured bag, then puts it through a hole in the middle of that door.
I don't understand why she does this. I have seen daddy looking at this thing made out of rolled up paper though.

Unfortunately the hole in the door of my home is not big enough for me to get through.
However, when this female human comes along I often think she'll let me inside, or at least have some food on her.

Because of this I rub against her legs and give her my cutest 'attention please' miaow.
She often strokes my head, which I like, but she never gives me any food, or lets me in.
I hope one day she will do one of these things so, for now, I will keep giving her catty leg-rubs.

I'd like to know who she is though, and why she comes to my home every morning?

Friday, 14 December 2012

Not recommended

I did go out for a bit this morning, and tried one puddle, again; just so my local catty friends, and humans, are informed on the best drinking spots in the area.

I have to say, I wasn't impressed.

The puddle I tried was on the broken path by next door's shed.

Here are my findings; Pungent stagnant aroma. A touch of rotted twig, and chestnut shell, on the catty-nose. Bitter on the catty-palate, with  overtones of rusted gate and dropped compost. Long, sandy, oily finish. Not nice. Avoid. There are much better puddles in the area.

Other than that tasting, I came in fairly early today, and have had a nice snooze. It's far too windy outside at the moment, and the cold gets into my pointy catty-ears, which I don't like.

I shall now do some more snoozing.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Taste test continued

After trying out the flavours of an unexpected, new drinking puddle, yesterday, I decided to report back on the complex flavours of other puddles in my territory.
This will be useful for any other cats who live near me, and any humans who wish to sample my favourite drinking spots.

These are my findings:

The puddle in the quiet road, outside my home: soft, mossy aroma, with a strong kick of rubber on the first lick. This gives way to a delicate earthiness, that lingers, before a fanfare of grit on the finish.

The puddle that sits in the drain cover, near the front door: thick, syrupy, and chunky, with a heavy dose of iron on the catty-nose. Pungent muddiness then slips through, and coats the mouth, before a slight saltiness assaults the tongue. The finish is deft, with touches of algae.

The puddle in the gutter attached to next door's flat roof: Subtle Oak leaf tones melt into acorny bitterness, before a sharp tang of Pigeon poo steps in. The finish is big and punchy, with hints of spinning Sycamore seeds.

The puddle in the big, stone flowerpot, two gardens away: Unmistakable peatiness wafts across the catty-palate, and raw grassiness abounds. There's a slight trace of slug juice in there, along with dead Marigolds. Finally, a touch of Magpie feather takes over.

There are other puddles that I need to revisit, so there should be more to report, on my taste tests, in the next few days. Yum :)

*A fine catty-vintage....

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Taste test

Mmmm, now that it's not as cold as it has been in the previous few days, I have found a new puddle to drink. It is conveniently located in a pot.

I found it to have an interesting flavour: long earthy notes, with robust algaeness, hints of green shoots, with a long gritty finish on my catty-palate.
I have decided that, across tonight and tomorrow, I shall be trying more puddles, to compare different flavours, and shall be reporting back on these.

Monday, 10 December 2012

Big catty-toy

Daddy is the bestest!

He put up my favourite big catty-climbing frame today, just for me to play on.

I had catty-hours of fun, trying to get to the top!

I'm not as fit as I used to be, it took me a lot longer that the last time to get all the way up.
I did get my paws in a bit of a muddle half way up too.

At one point I got caught, and had to call for daddy, who shouted 'Bruce!'. When he got to me I decided I didn't actually need any help, so batted him with my right paw... then miaowed for him to help me again.

Then I had a nap.

I hope he puts it up again tomorrow :)

Sunday, 9 December 2012

mmmmm, new spot...

I can't believe that after all this time I've found a new spot to sleep in. It's such an obvious one too. It's so comfy. Can't believe I've never slept here before.

I wonder if there's anywhere else I'm missing, to have a quick nap on?

I still don't understand why daddy always sleeps in the same place. Not once have I seen him curl up on a cushion, or by a radiator. Humans are strange...

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Deep catty-breaths

Just had the fright of my catty-life! :(

I woke up, after a lovely nap, had a luxurious stretch.... then saw a flash of fur behind me!

I thought something had crept up on me, and I'd let my catty-guard down, while sleeping.

I ran as fast as my legs would allow, skidded past a confused daddy, and tried to run up a door.... before I realised it was just my tail.


My little catty-heart is still fluttering.... I'll have to have a lie down now.

Thursday, 6 December 2012

A clean set

Phew! No more white stuff fell last night, so I can prowl without worry, for now.

I didn't really make the most of this today, though.

I did go out for a quick piddle - which made the white stuff go yellow - and bit of a sniff, but it was chilly on my little catty nose, so I came back in.

I decided to use the time well and, after a nap, I set about giving all of my paws a deep clean.
My front paws are both white, but were showing signs of hunting, so I licked them thoroughly to get them gleaming again. Then I nibbled between all of my little catty-toes, and made sure nothing was on my claws.

One of my back paws is white, with little black spots. The other is completely black. Regardless, I gave them both an even licking. I had to concentrate hard on cleaning my back toes and paws: these are what I use to scramble up trees and fences, so they can get very mucky.
I did note that one of my back claws has a small crack in it. I don't really scratch my favourite scratching tree with my back claws, so hopefully the crack will grow out.

Anyway, I have to go now as it's been a very tiring day.... catty-yawwwwwwwn.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

It's arrived!

The white stuff is here! I decided not to go out last night, and curled up next to daddy to keep warm (although I did get a bit bored during the night and accidentally pounced on him).

When I woke up, I had some food and a long catty-stretch, then decided to go outside for a wee and a bit of exploring.
As soon as I miaowed at the door, for daddy to let me out, I could see the white stuff on the floor.

I was really worried as, if you've seen my previous catty-post (White Stuff, 27th September), you'll know how I feel about this white stuff.

I carefully stepped into it. It was a little cold on my paws, but not too bad (but I did do a little, sensitive catty paw-shake at first). Luckily it's not too high, so I didn't disappear into it and I didn't have to worry about things hidden underneath it.

There weren't too many birdies about today, so it didn't matter that my dark fur stood out, or that the white stuff shows my paw prints.
However, I seem to remember that the white stuff doesn't appear one day and disappear the next. There's normally a few days of it.
I hope that it doesn't get up to the level of my little catty willy, like last year. I didn't enjoy that.

Hopefully there won't be any more white stuff tonight, but I'll just have to wait and see...

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

A new discovery

Look what I found in a neighbour's garden; an undiscovered area to explore! (if I had my cushion with me I would've done a happy-catty-dance)

I had lots of fun sniffing things , looking in them, and turning them over with my paws (if they weren't too heavy).
I didn't find any meeces, but there was a whole family of woodleece under one thing. I ate some. I also found some string and played with it for a bit.
There was a pot with some water in, but it didn't taste as nice as my usual drinking puddle.
After I while I had a wee, then left.

I might go back there tomorrow though, just to see if I missed anything.

Monday, 3 December 2012

My favourite cushion

Sometimes I get very happy; usually around feeding time, or when I've just come in from the cold, or when daddy gives me lots of attention and chin-tickles.

When I am super-catty-happy I like to wander over to my favourite cushion. I sit up, put my front paws on it, then push up and down with them, sinking into the cushion. It's my little happy dance. It shows that I am content and it reminds me of when I was a kitten, and I used to push against my mum's tummy to get more milk.

As I have just eaten, I have just had a very long happy dance. After a nap I may go back and do some more happy dancing, then I will find daddy and rub my head against him until he tickles my chin.

Here is a picture of my favourite happy dance cushion....

Sunday, 2 December 2012

Happy Sunday :)

How much fun can one cat have in an afternoon?!

I've only just recovered from being given a big new toy to play with...

Then I found my favourite pen, and have spent catty-hours batting it around the house.

I think I need a little nap now, but need to think of another fun game to play when I wake up...

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Permission granted

You may tickle my belly if you wish, I shall allow you this pleasure...

Friday, 30 November 2012

Stinky daddy

Catty-wretch! ...I was just minding my own business, rubbing my head on all chairs, walls, and doors, as I'd just come inside, when I realised I'd missed a spot near the back door.
After I'd suitably scented the walls near the back door, I saw a pair of daddy's paw-covers nearby and decided to sniff them....catty-eugh! What does daddy put on his lower-paws to make his paw-covers smell so bad?? They made all my fur go on end and I had to do catty head-shakes to get the smell out of my sensitive catty-nose.
My paws don't smell; I clean and gnaw them all the time. Daddy really needs to wash more.

Here is the nasty pair of paw covers:

I have a question too: why do humans put paw-covers on their lower paws? I know they don't have fur all over their feet, but I don't have any on my paw-pads and they don't get cold. Why can't humans step outside on their own paw-pads, without covers?

Anyway, I've had to go for a lie down to recover from the shock of smelling daddy's paw-covers.....

Thursday, 29 November 2012


It's so cold outside. I've decided to come in and snuggle up on the bed.

My little catty-nose is freezing though, does anyone have any tips for warming it up?

Wednesday, 28 November 2012


As a cat, it's absolutely vital to to sleep for at least three quarters of each day; how else are we supposed to look cute, save up energy for hunting / pouncing on pens, or get ready for some midnight prowling?

When we wake up though, we have to make sure that we are fully stretched out. This ensures our little catty-muscles are warmed up and that humans think we're even cuter, when they watch us :)
First, please let me say that there is absolutely no point in half-stretches or stretches that aren't exagerrated enough. These kinds of stretches are a waste.

I stretch my body parts in order, as do most cats, and here is my routine for perfect stretches;

-Start by standing up fully, and arching your back so that your fur stands on end.

-When your back is fully arched, start to lean forwards on your front paws.

-Lean completely forwards on your front paws, so it looks like you are bowing down.Stretch out the paws themselves, to reveal your claws (this way all of your little catty-toes get stretched too). Half-close your eyes for maximum cuteness.

-Stand up fully again and, leaning slightly forwards - nose over toes - start to extend your favoured back leg (I always start with my right one).

-Stretch your right leg as far back as it will go, sticking it out almost horizontally, off the floor.

-Do the same with your left leg.

-Finally, stroll off with catty-grace and elegance.

and those are my catty-stretch instructions :)



Tuesday, 27 November 2012

A frustrating day...

I have spent 20 catty-hours today watching, swishing my tail, twitching my whiskers... just for this one leaf to fall and be pounced on....

I hope it's still there tomorrow....

Sunday, 25 November 2012

A treat!

As I said yesterday, I had to get out for a bit. I did that this morning. First I had a little catty-boxing match with Lulu, then I got bored and went to wind up the stupid little dog of our new neighbours.

It's a yappy little thing, with a big fluffy fringe over it's eyes. I think it's a boy-dog, but it looks like a girl.
I did to it what the Magpies do to me; got close, by creeping up slowly, then ran away when it saw me. It's too slow and stupid to catch me, and even ran into the fence when I jumped over it. Silly dog.

Anyway, that wasn't my treat. I'd been inside for a few catty-hours when I saw something I haven't in weeks; an indoor spider.
I had to chase it for a bit, which included squeezing behind the sofa, but I got it in the end. Now my tail is swishing and I am happy. It was very crunchy and juicy. Yum!

Saturday, 24 November 2012

ooopsie again!

Catty-boredom got to me again unfortunately.

I've been indoors for 3 days now, as it's too wet and grey outside for me to want to move from my nice, warm, snugness.

The problem is, when I'm indoors for a bit I get an excess of catty-energy, and I have to get rid of it.
I spent lots of time, this morning, charging around the house chasing dust and shadows, and skidding on the floor. I think this confused daddy.

I carried on doing this - and even caught an imaginary mouse on the sofa - until I jumped onto a shelf and knocked something off, which smashed.
This scared me so much that I ran up a door, and stood at the top of it... then couldn't get down again. Daddy shouted 'Bruce!' as well :(

I managed to get down from the door and I think daddy forgave me, after I'd let him rub my tummy for a bit. I'm thinking I should go out tomorrow though...

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

S'wet out

....catty head-shakes all round. I'm like a drowned cat.

I was miaowing at the door for catty-hours for daddy to let me in. Then he started trying to wipe my paws. I don't like this, so I wriggled.

I was starving and ate a whole bowl of biscuits in one go!

I noticed that the hot things, that hang on the walls, weren't hot. I miaowed at daddy to make them hot, but he doesn't seem to understand this miaow yet: he only understands food miaow, attention miaow, let me outside miaow.
I will have to train him properly. In the meantime I just curled up on his lap and stopped him working for a bit :)

Monday, 19 November 2012

Butter paws...

...sorry daddy. I got a bit bored as there's no meeces outside and you were too busy to play with me.


I did try to put them back up, but my paws weren't built for that sort of thing :(

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Is it a bird?

Had a spot of trouble during the night. I was very very hungry and couldn't get daddy to wake up and feed me. I had to walk on his head for a bit. He woke up in the end and fed me, but it was a close call.
Silly daddy went back to sleep again though, and I still needed him to let me out for a wee, and some exploring, so I had to wake him up again.

Anyway, once he did that I went out fexploring for quite a while and have only just come back for breakfast.
I have seen things in the sky though that I've often wondered about. They're like birds, but their wings are much straighter and don't move. Strange white stuff seems to come out of their bums as they fly. They seem to fly much higher than birds too.

I'd love to catch one, one day, but I've never seen them land in a garden. I'll have to just keep and eye out and hope I get to pounce on one...

Friday, 16 November 2012

Crouching cat, hidden Sparrow

Something very strange is going on. I've seen it before, but it's still weird. There's this  whispy stuff all over the place; kind of like clouds, but on the floor.

It makes hunting an interesting experience. Sometimes my sleek, little, black and white body is hidden, sometimes it can be seen by the animals I hunt.

I was stalking a Sparrow this morning and, after my initial catty-chatters, I decided to have a real go at catching it. This was really hard though.
The whispy stuff would drift across, hiding me, then drift away again, causing me to crouch down or slip behind a tree.
The whispy stuff would also hide the Sparrow from my view sometimes. When it cleared the Sparrow had often hopped to another place.

After a while I got a bit fed up with the vanishing Sparrow and just ran out at it, claws stretched... but it flew up into the sky and I missed it.
Obviously I had to pretend I didn't want to catch it in the first place, so I started cleaning my bib.

I hope this whispy stuff clears soon. I don't like it.

Thursday, 15 November 2012

This cushion smells nice....

Today it is cold and meeceless, and the heating is on indoors.

I do not wish do be disturbed...

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Bright and Shiny

Today I have spent lots of time sitting down and blinking at the sun.

I quite like blinking at the sun. I think humans would be happier if they spent more time doing this.

I am now going to sniff some leaves that have gathered at the bottom of my garden. I don't expect to find meeces, but maybe a woodlouse or two, as a small treat :)

*Here is that sun, at which I blinked.

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

My drinking problem

I've just been out on a little hunt. It's great that it's getting dark earlier in the day, as my prey can't see me as well and I have very good eyesight, but it's also frustrating as there's less and less of my prey about; no meeces, less squirrels, and less birdies :(

I also had a good play fight with Frederic. He's quite strong, but I'm much quicker than him as he's so fluffy.

Anyway, I got to thinking; it's quite difficult, as a cat, to have a good drink.
I've seen daddy drink, by pouring water into his mouth. I wish I could do this, but I can only lap at water with my tongue.
Sometimes I try to suck water into my little catty-mouth, from my bowl, but it doesn't work.
Very annoying.

In my territory there is a house that has a big puddle at the front, with lots of fish in. I often drink from this, but again can only lap at it. Sometimes I just want to take a big gulp.
The fish in there are very tempting, but I don't want to fall in trying to catch one.
I prefer my fish served to me, in gravy, in a bowl. Tuna is my favourite.

I'd love to catch a Tuna myself, but apparently they live in even bigger puddles called 'sea'.
One day I'll catch one, I'm sure...

*mmmm, big drinking bowl...

Monday, 12 November 2012

Cleaning and tidying

I'm sure I've said this before, but how do humans stay clean? I've seen daddy stand under something that sprays water, but only once a day from what I can remember.

Surely humans can't wash just once per day? And why don't humans use their tongues? This is a very efficient method of cleaning and ensures that you smell of your last meal all day.

I have just had to spend 5 minutes cleaning daddy, as he wasn't up to my standard of grooming.

I also had a bit of a panic this morning. I found a corner of a room that didn't smell of me at all. How am I supposed to own my home if it doesn't smell of me?
I had to spend 10 minutes rubbing my head against everything until it was suitable scented with Bruceness.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some biscuits to attend to...

Sunday, 11 November 2012


I was having a lovely nap, and dreaming of an endless ball of wool, when daddy started shouting and woke me up :(.

I opened my little catty-eyes and saw that he was watching lots of male humans running around, after a ball, in a really big garden. This wasn't a normal garden though; there were no trees or anything, except grass. There were lots of weird white lines all over it too, and there were no fences, just thousands of humans all around it. I didn't like this; I wouldn't be happy if there were that many other cats in my territory.

Daddy kept shouting at the humans, which kept me awake and hurt my poor catty-ears.
I got fed up and went into another room, but was now wide awake.

I have now decided to chase a pen, but can't decide which one....

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Happiness is...

...clean sheets! Oh, how I love clean sheets!

I shall now be enjoying these for a while...Purrrrrrrrr!

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

I don't know if you know this, but... cats have a favoured paw, and even a favoured claw, when pouncing.

I have watched daddy, and other humans, when they are eating (in case they drop food) or doing other humany things, and they always seem to use one upper-paw more than the other. Daddy uses his right upper-paw more than his left one.
Cats are similar. Just like daddy, I'm right-pawed. If I swat anything -whether it be a shoelace or a mouse- or if I tap it, to see what it is, I always lead with my right paw first.
If I need to use my left paw (or I've found something to be safe using my right paw) then I use it too.
If I'm really enjoying a game with daddy, by attacking a shoelace or a wire, I will then go for it with both paws and maybe grab at it, to bite it.

When I'm pouncing on things while hunting outside, I'll always use both paws, but lead with my right paw; this is the one that will come down on a mouse, bird, or frog first.

Us cats go one further than this though; we also have a favoured claw (or 'lead') on our favoured paw. This is usually the middle claw, but I prefer my claw just to the right of my middle one.
This claw will be the first one out, as I pounce on something, closely followed by the others.
I make sure that I pay special attention to this claw when I sharpen it on my favourite sharpening tree.

So, there you have it humans, something you might not have known; cats have a favoured paw and claw.
Watch out for your cat next time it pounces and you'll see what I mean ...

*Below is a picture of my 'lead' paw, with a little bit of my back paw showing.


Monday, 5 November 2012

Thank you Frederic's daddy!

I've had so much fun this morning that I forgot to have my mid-morning nap!

Frederic's daddy decided to sweep up all of the leaves, in Frederic's garden, into a big pile.

Firstly, the pile was all different colours; red, yellow, purple, brown, orange.
Secondly, it was huge! There could well have been hidden meeces, squirrels, or sparrows under there.

Lulu and Tinkerbell joined me and we started off by running into the bottom of the pile, as far in as we could go, just to see if there were any surprises there.
Then we switched to pouncing practice, on the middle of the pile. I thought I'd found something, and got excited, but it was just Lulu's paw.
After that we tried the biggest possible catty-leaps into the top of the pile. Tinkerbell got stuck, with her bum and tail poking out. Lulu and I found this funny, but Tinkerbell wasn't amused and had to spend quite a while cleaning her face with her paw.

We didn't find any treasure in the pile in the end, but it was great fun looking.
Frederic sat near the pile, and watched us, unamused. He had just been brushed by his mummy, so was not going to venture into the leaves with us.

When I got home, daddy picked me up and tried to cuddle me, even though he knows I don't like this. He made a sound like 'poo, you smell funny... and why are you all wet...'
I squirmed out of his arms, then miaowed loudly until he fed me.
Then I purred for a bit and caught up on my napping.

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Loud Noises

That time has come again, when humans have lots of fiery things in their gardens; the things that make really loud noises and hurt my sensitive catty-ears :(

I was outside for quite a while last night, as daddy wasn't home, and kept having to run from garden to garden when I heard the noises. My catty-instinct always tells me to run, as it might be a big scary animal chasing me.
I did try hiding under lots of things, but could still hear all of the bangs and whistles, so that didn't help. It made my ears twitch so much that they started to itch and I had to scratch them with my back legs.

By the time daddy got home I was very upset, and miaowed at the door as loud as I could to be let in. Luckily daddy heard me above all of the bangs.
Daddy put some food out for me, which made me happier, but I still kept jumping while eating as the noises could still be heard indoors :(

After I'd eaten I went to curl up next to daddy, on the sofa, as he was warm and I knew I'd get some attention.
I tried to sleep, but my catty-senses were on full alert, with all of the noises outside, and my catty-ears were twitching and turning like mad. I did fall asleep here and there, but kept getting woken up, with a jump.

Daddy tried to keep me calm and didn't even get angry when I accidentally ate some of his dinner.

I hope these fiery things aren't around for too long. I really don't like them.
Think I might stay in tonight.

Friday, 2 November 2012


Daddy has been out today, and I have been indoors. He doesn't usually leave all doors, to different rooms, open when he goes out, but he did today.
Because of this my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to do a bit of exploring.

Firstly I ran, then slid, into the room where daddy makes his food (I think daddy thinks there's a complicated reason why cats run and slide across floors, but actually we just do it because it's fun).
I jumped up on one surface where there were two clear plastic things, one containing white grains, the other containing black grains. I sniffed the one with white grains in, then licked it.
I recognised it. It was salt. I like things that taste of this. Sometimes daddy eats a bag of flat crunchy things, covered in salt. If he leaves them lying around, and I smell them, then I go over and lick the bag and all of the flat, crunchy things, if I can get to them.
I didn't recognise the black grains in the other clear, plastic container. I sniffed it and it made me catty-choo lots and lots. I didn't like this, so I didn't lick it. Daddy might have to give the container a wipe.

I jumped down from this surface and up onto another one. There was a plant on it with a label that said 'Basil'. I sniffed it and it had a very strong smell. I decided to bite and chew it. It tasted horrible, so I spat it back out.

I went into another room with a long, wooden thing in it that I've heard daddy call a 'table'.
It had some kind of cloth on it. I wanted to see what was on this table, so I jumped up, but as my paws grabbed at the cloth it all slipped off the table, and I fell back to the floor with it.
I wasn't very happy about this, but did a little catty head-shake and was okay.

I thought I'd try a different room, the one with a bed in (but not the one daddy sleeps in / my bed). There are lots of things piled on this bed, so I had fun sniffing and exploring. There was something that looked like one of the sheep I'd seen in a field, but made of plastic. I swatted it a bit, then it made a 'fsssss' noise and became flat. I didn't understand this, so turned my attention to some wires, sticking out of a box, which I practiced pouncing on.
After a while I spotted a shelf that I hadn't been on before. It had a really good view of the garden and any birds that might be outside. I spotted some Sparrows and started catty-chattering at them. I got very excited and my tail started swishing. This made me knock some things off the shelf which smashed on the floor. The smashing sound made me jump, in fright, and knock more things off of the shelf.

I ran onto my usual bed, a bit scared, licked my paws, then fell asleep.

When daddy came in he seemed unhappy and shouted 'Bruce', so I just pretended to be really deep in sleep.


Wednesday, 31 October 2012

A lazy day

I have lots of thoughts going round my head at the moment, and was going to tell you them, but i have decided that I have some vital napping to do today....

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Reasons to be thankful

Humans seem to like having cats and/or dogs as pets. Some humans love cats, some love dogs (strange), some love both. Obviously I know which animal is best.

Some dogs can be ok; mainly for sleeping on, as they're warm, or for winding up.
However, I am thankful, every day, that I am a cat and not a dog, and here's why;

When dogs get wet they smell; cats don't.

Cats can bathe themselves. Dogs have to be given a bath by humans.

 Dogs are too silly to go out for a walk on their own; humans have to take them. Cats can go out when they want.

 Cats only ever eat things considered to be food. Dogs eat food, stones, socks remote controls...

Doggy-slobber is messier than catty-dribble.


Cat's claws are retractable, a much better design than dog's, which aren't.

Doggy-breath smells much worse than catty-breath.

Cats know not to have sex with random objects or human legs.

Cats realise the futility of playing 'fetch' and watch on in amusement when dogs do this.

Cats have flaps dedicated to them. Dogs don't.

Cats have the decency to bury their poo. Dogs, shamelessly poo anywhere, and leave it for humans to pick up.

Cats can gracefully leap onto high things. Dogs try, but fail.

Dogs chase their own tails. Cats are smart enough to realise that their tail is part of their body.

Dogs get bum-ache from wagging their tail when they're happy/excited. Cats use their tails to balance and to show that they are in pounce-mode.

In my opinion, cats are cuter than dogs.

I think there are more possibly reasons than this, so if any humans or cats want to add to this list, please let me know.