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...