It's been a long old day today. I have had some fun trying to swat bits of water running down the windows, until I realised that the reason I was missing is because the water is outside.
Daddy also gave me a box to hide in, so I had fun jumping in and out of it, until I fell asleep.
Having had a long day indoors though, I've had plenty of time to think.
I remember, many catty-years ago, I had a mummy and a very different daddy from now.
I was in a house with a few rooms, but it was very high up (I looked out of the windows once), so I couldn't go outside. This didn't bother me then, as I had no idea how much fun the outdoors was.
There was another cat in this house with me. He had all-white fur, was very fluffy, and was a bit older than me. I think he may have had a few problems hearing. Because of this, and because I was only a kitten having fun, I used to sneak up and pounce on him. I didn't really get my claws out, but it made the other cat run like mad. I found it quite funny. Sometimes my mummy and daddy (at the time) used to shout at me.
Then, one day, i was put in one of those strange catty-boxes that humans carry us in. This one had metal bars that you could see through. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to the white cat, or my home, before my mummy and daddy had taken me away from there.
I was very confused and I think I might have cried a bit as they put me in the vroom, in the catty-box, and took me somewhere strange.
They took me to a place with lots of other cats, all in small rooms of their own, then left me there. I never saw them again. There were some very nice humans at this place, who gave me food and water, but I didn't understand why my mummy and daddy had left me there. I cried on my first night and found it very hard to sleep.
The next day, though, I made some catty-friends through the bars on either side of my little room. I cried less and less (but still didn't understand why my mummy and daddy had gone), and became more chatty, miaowing away. The humans at this place seemed to like that, and popped in to give me regular head-pats, scratches behind the ear, and belly rubs :)
Other humans kept coming into this place, looking at cats, going into their rooms, then leaving with one of them. These humans seemed to like cats, and I think they were taking them away to be their new mummy and daddy.
My friends, either side of me, went and new catty-friends arrived. I wanted a new mummy and daddy too though.
I tried my best to look cute, puff out my chest fur, miaow lots, and rub up against the door to my room... but no-one ever picked me :(
The humans there were still very kind to me, but I wanted a proper mummy and daddy.
Then, what seemed like catty-years later, while I was napping, the door to my little room opened. In stepped two humans, a male and a female. They were very nice to me, stroking my head and tickling my chin. They made the sound 'halloooooooo' a lot. I liked them, so I purred loudly and rubbed against their legs.
Then they left and the door was shut again. I was very sad. I thought they didn't like me, and were leaving.
They soon came back in though, with another one of those strange catty-boxes and lots of catty-toys; they were taking me to a new home!
I was so happy that I purred and purred, and let my new mummy pick me up for a cuddle, even though I don't really like being picked up for cuddles.
For once I was pleased to get into a catty-box (this normally means I'm going to the catty-doctor, which I don't like).
I went to my new home and was very happy there, and even discovered the outdoors!
That's why it was 'a good day' when that new mummy and daddy came and took me away.
I was well loved, stroked, fed, and played with. I'm happy they came into my room.
I have moved into another new home, just with my daddy now. I'm a little confused about what happened to mummy, and do miss her, but am still happy.
There are some other humans around too. They are a little strange, and make odd noises at me, but look after me well, and are learning to give good chin tickles.
So,I'm a very happy cat now. I just hope no-one ever takes me and leaves me behind again :(
I'm a happy cat!
As it's been sunny, I've been wandering around quite a bit. This means that I end up in lots of different gardens.
In doing this I've noticed that older humans are often around during the day, and seem to respond well to cute cats like me.
Now, as everyone knows, I do love a good belly-rub. So, what I do is either look for open doors (old humans leave them open on sunny days), or I miaow at a window until someone sees me, and opens it.
Once the human is next to me -either by me walking into their house or them coming out to me- I can turn up the cuteness by purring and rubbing against their legs.
This will normally result in several strokes of my head, and behind my ears, at which point I can roll over and get a belly-rub.
In this way I can get several belly-rubs per day and maintain my happy cattiness :)
If I'm super cute, sometimes these humans that I visit give me a bit of chicken or tuna,
then I come home so that daddy can feed me.
It's good being a cat.
*how could anyone resist?
I had a very strange experience today.
Early this morning I was woken up by a buzzing sound. After a tasty breakfast, of beef in gravy, I decided to go outside to investigate what this sound was.
It got louder and louder once I got outside, and was almost constant. Sometimes it would be at a low pitch, sometimes it would be at really high pitch, which makes my catty-ears flatten against my head.
I tried to see where it was coming from, then spotted a branch falling from a tree three gardens away. Even stranger, there was a human sitting high up in that tree.
What was going on?
There was another high-pitched buzz, and a second branch fell.
This was very odd. Branches -in my catty-exprience- don't just fall from trees, one after the other.
I felt should get a little closer to the tree, to see what was happening, so I jumped three fences to be near it.
As I got into the garden where it stood, the buzzing was incredibly loud, which made me crouch down a bit.
I looked up just in time to see the human swinging a machine and putting it to a branch, which it then started eating! As it kept eating away, the branch became loose then started to fall. It hit the ground and made a thud.
This scared me so much that I ran away, back over 3 fences and home to daddy, so that he could give me some attention and calm my little catty-heart down.
I don't understand though. Why was a human in a tree? What was the strange tree-eating machine in his hand? Why was he making it eat the tree?
I think daddy may be annoyed with me.
I completely forgot that about 20,000 catty-months ago I brought a present in for him, but never actually gave it to him.
I seem to remember bringing it in and trapping under my paws for a bit. I think a fly came into the room and I got distracted, so...
... daddy found it yesterday, as it ran out of a bedroom. I was excited, and pounced on it again!
Then daddy started opening draws and lifting up things and there was mousey-poo and mousey-wee everywhere. Oops!
There were also lots of little mousey-bites out of things; I think it might have been looking to make a little home.
Daddy kept putting his hands over his face and making a sound like 'oh for fuck's sake!'.
I thought I'd make him feel better by rubbing against his legs, but he didn't seem to respond.
I miaowed for some attention but he said 'not now Bruce'.
He put on a machine that sucks up all the mousey-poo. I don't like this machine; it's very loud and makes my little catty-ears go back.
I think he's cleaned up all of the mousey stuff now, but I haven't had much attention since so I think he's upset with me.
I will try to miaow at him, and do more catty leg-rubs, later.
I will also remember to give daddy all mice I bring in, in future.
Yippee! The sun is out!
Just popped in as I wanted some attention from daddy, and some biscuits, but have been out all morning with Tinkerbell and Frederic.
He looks very fluffed up today, as his mummy has brushed him. This made Tinkerbell and I laugh, but he just shrugged his catty-shoulders.
We agreed to go for a wander, to show Frederic some sights in our territory. We stopped at our favourite puddle first, for a quick drink. Frederic's face showed catty-disgust, and he decided to clean his paws while we drank.
Then we showed him the best climbing tree, and how far we've all run up it (I've been to the seventh branch). Frederic said he doesn't mind climbing, but it does interfere with the condition of his claws sometimes.
We also showed him the easiest outdoor rooms to get into, if it's raining, including the vroom room with the big pot of blue stuff that I knocked over.
All of the dust in this room made Frederic catty-choo, and a big cloud went up, turning his face grey! It was very funny, but he didn't look amused.
We did happen to see a mouse along the way. There's not many of them about now, and the ones that are, are very slow. Even so, we were very surprised by how quick Frederic got to it, given all of his fluff.
After this we showed him the best area for squirrels. He saw some and said 'mioux miouxx miouxx miouxxxx mioux'.... something about 'grey? but I have chased red ones! What are these dull things?'
After a lot of wandering about we decided to find a nice spot to lay in, in the sun. We'd already shown Frederic the best spots to lie in, where the sun shines the longest, so we chose one of those.
Frederic and Tinkerbell are currently napping in that spot, so I thought I'd come in, as I said, to get some attention, eat biscuits, and tell you about this morning.
Now I'm going back outside...
*confused. Why would anyone paint a squirrel this colour?
It's horrible outside again, and cosy inside. However I needed to do a little catty-poo, and don't like to do this in the box of gravel daddy leaves out for me.
Because of this I decided to venture outdoors and, mid-poo, remembered that Tinkerbell and I were supposed to be meeting Frederic today.
I had a look around my territory, then Tinkerbell's, but couldn't find her. She is known to nap alot, even for a cat.
I thought it would be rude if we both didn't go to see Frederic, as arranged, so I jumped the fences to get to his garden and went up to his door.
I gave his catflap a nose-nudge. Then another nose-nudge. Then another nose-nudge.
Eventually he popped just his head out and said 'Mioux, Miouxxx Miouxx Mioux Mioux', which means (I think) 'sorry, I don't do rain. Perhaps tomorrow'.
A drop went in his ear and he did a little catty head-shake, then pulled his head back in.
I didn't want to be out in the rain either, so I went back inside.
I couldn't be bothered to sleep and, luckily, I found two woodlice to keep me entertained.
I accidentally ate the first one, so was a bit more careful with the remaining one.
It kept rolling into a little ball, so I batted it about for a bit. Unfortunately I batted it under a sofa and it wouldn't crawl back out again, so I went and had a sleep.
I hope it's not a miserable day tomorrow and we can go and play with Frederic.
Big news. There's a new cat in our area! Not just that, he's from France!
Tinkerbell told me all about it. She was a little out of her territory, having got distracted by a squirrel, and bumped into a big fluffy Persian cat.
She was worried at first, as this cat fluffed up it's body and tail in annoyance, and Persians have lots of fur to fluff up. However, when she put her head down, to show she wasn't in fighting mode, the Persian cat relaxed. They had a friendly catty nose-rub, and realised that they would get on.
The Persian cat's name is Frederic. His mummy and daddy have come over from somewhere called Lille, and they are all going to be living near us now.
Frederic brought some French catty-biscuits out to Tinkerbell, to show that they were friends. She said they tasted very meaty, which she was happy with.
She told him she would come back later, maybe with a friend.
So, that's how I ended up going over four fences to meet Frederic, with Tinkerbell.
Frederic and I also shared a catty nose-rub, and decided to be friends.
He started telling us what France was like, and what he'd been like as a kitten. He had a funny accent -mioux, mioux, mioux- but then I guess we had an accent to him too.
Apparently, in France, all cats drink fresh spring water, not the stuff I've seen daddy get from a jug or tap. All cats have to look good in sillhouette too, when the moon is behind them. Also, balancing on the thinnest possible fence, with poise and grace, is seen as an art form. ... I didn't tell him I fell off my fence yesterday, sneaking up on a Sparrow.
Frederic thinks that French cats groom themselves more too, but I'm not so sure about this.
It was just getting interesting, talking to Frederic, when his mummy called him in for food.
We agreed to meet again, tomorrow afternoon. With that, he swished his tail, and was gone.
Tinkerbell thought he moved very quickly for a cat with so much fluff.
After that, Tinkerbell and I watched a Magpie for a bit, then went indoors for a nap.
