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.
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....
...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....
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?
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....
...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.
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...
