Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Practising on feets

I like my human, sometimes.

I really like him when he's having sleeps... it means I can practise my pouncing on his feets. They make great, fake meeces.
This makes me happy.

I did several pounces on my human's feets this morning, then he woke up, kept moving, and said 'piss off, Clive'.

I wasn't sure what this meant, so I nose-nudged him in the face until he got up and put some food out for me.
After that, I went out to hunt real meeces.

Monday, 27 April 2015

Kick, kick, kick

Does anyone else find that the warmer weather makes them go funny?

I like to lie in the sunshine,
and when my human comes along I like to roll over to greet him and allow him to give me a belly rub.

But... sometimes my catty instincts come into play.

I'll be lying down, all happy, and meeces or bunnies will suddenly be within my paws, so I'll go into bunny kicks
... then I'll look down and see that there are no meeces or bunnies there.

It's very confusing. I'm not sure why this happens.

I hope I catch some real meeces and bunnies. For now, I'll just lick my belly fur.

Friday, 24 April 2015

Chickeny nose

I was enjoying some chicken in gravy this morning, when my face went too far into my food bowl and I got some on my little catty nose.

Normally I would lick food off my face after I've finished eating, but I couldn't get my tongue to reach the bit that was on my nose.... it was too high up.

I could smell chicken and gravy, but I couldn't get to it. I wasn't happy.

I meowed in protest.

I meowed at my human, but he failed to understand my situation.

I rubbed my face on a bed, door frames, and chair legs... then licked them all. It didn't do any good - I could still smell chicken on my nose.

I tried really hard to stretch my tongue upwards, but it still wouldn't reach.

I went outside and tried to wipe my face on plants, but the chicken smell wouldn't go.

I'm not sure what to do
next. If anyone knows - cat or human - please tell me.

Wednesday, 22 April 2015


There are lots more butterflies around. I like this.

I saw one today and started to follow it. It landed on some plants, so I swiped at it. I missed.

It flew off towards the grass, so I ran after it.

It landed on a flower and I tried to bite it. I missed again.

It flew to a flower pot and landed on the edge of it. I sat next to the plant pot, doing a catty tail swish.

Then it
flew off, over my head, and landed on the lower branches of a tree. I ran over to the tree and patiently watched the butterfly.

A breeze blew the branch and the butterfly set off again. It got higher and higher, and flew over a fence.

I used all of my catty power, swished my tail, and quickly scrambled up and over the fence.

The butterfly was nearly at the next fence. I chased it across some more grass.
It hovered for a bit, then went over that other fence. I tried to follow it, but I scrambled up, misjudged the height, and fell back down again.
I wasn't happy, and I'd lost sight of the butterfly.

I pretended to lick a patch of my fur, then went home.

Monday, 20 April 2015

I'm stuck!

I had a terrible experience this morning. My little catty heart is still beating fast. I'll have to have a nap in the sun, soon.

I left my human's room and went for a wander. One of the rooms I can't normally get into had the door open.
I went into this room. It has a nice, soft bed, so I like to sleep on it when I can.

I was just sniffing around the bed, when the door slammed closed.
I jumped and my tail puffed out.

I don't like being shut in, so - even though I'd been thinking about having a nap - I panicked. I wanted to get out of the room quickly.

I went to the door and pawed and pawed at it.

I couldn't hear my human coming, so I started to claw it instead of just pawing it.

When this didn't work, I started meowing. I tried my 'feed me' meow at first, but panic turned this into a 'please rescue me' meow.

I began to think that I might die in the room - that my end might come.
I meowed my little catty lungs out.

Eventually, after what seemed like 5,000 catty years, my human came along, opened the door, and I ran out - tail held high - with an 'unhappy' meow, to let him know I was annoyed and that I'd narrowly avoided death.

I am now recovering. A nap and eating a butterfly will help me.

Friday, 17 April 2015

Staring at things

I have decided that sunshine makes me less bothered about things.

I was wandering my territory today, when I heard a rustling under some plants. I stared at the plants, my little catty ears went forward, my head darted left and right.
I sat there for (I think) 5 catty hours... and the rustling turned out to be the breeze. I didn't mind though.

After that, I went and sat in front of a fence, and stared at it for a bit.
Then I had a nap in some daffodils.

I like the sun.

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Stop it, human!

My human does this thing that I really wish he didn't.

I'll be walking along, minding my own business, and he'll come up to me, shouting 'oooh, you're shoooo cute!' (I'm not sure what this means), then lift me from the floor with my legs dangling in the air.

He'll then scoop me into his arms, hold me close to him, squeeze me, and say things in a silly, high-pitch voice.

Sometimes this is nice for a bit - I'll purr and let him tickle my chin. Most of the time, I just want to get down and have him stop making such a fuss.
I'll make my eyes go wide and I'll wriggle and wriggle in his arms, asking to be put back down.
Sometimes he holds me tighter and makes 'mwah' noises on my little catty head - silly human.
Eventually he puts me down though.

Sometimes he grabs me when I'm having a nap. I'm usually half asleep and happy to rest my paws and chin on him for a bit ... but I still don't want to be off the floor too long.

Occasionally I sense, in advance, that my human is in the mood to pick me up, so I run off as he approaches.

I wish he wouldn't do it though, and that I didn't have to squirm - I prefer it on the floor. Silly creature.

Monday, 13 April 2015


I just came inside and was very excited.

I ran across one room, meowed, ran in to see my human, tumbled over, bit my leg (it was annoying me), stared at my human, meowed, then ran outside again.

I like spring. It's fun.

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Food tasting

It has been a very tricky day, full of tough decisions, but I have come to the following conclusions:

Butterflies taste better than moths.

Ants lack flavour.

The smaller, fatter spiders are a bit sweeter than the big, skinny ones.

Bees are easier to swat than wasps.

I fancy some tuna now.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Annoying human

I was having a lovely sleep by the window, in the sun, yesterday... when my human came over.

He tickled my chin. Nice.

He stroked the side of my face. Yes please.

He scratched my ears. Mmmmmm...

He tried to tickle my belly. Small bunny kick.

He went back to stroking my face. Better.

...then he decided to tickle my nose. This was quite nice, but my little catty nose is sensitive.
He tickled my nose and I did a big catty-choo...

...then another catty-choo.

Then another catty-choo.

Then another catty-choo.

I was wide awake now.

I had to get up, stretch, yawn, shake my head to get rid of the catty-choos, then curl up on a different windowsill, with my tail wrapped round my nose.

Annoying human.

Thursday, 2 April 2015

Food and company

I wish my human would understand - I like to have company while I eat.

If he puts out my food and walks away, I'll lick some of it, but then I'll start to worry and wonder where he's gone.
I get anxious, can't finish what's in the bowl, and have to go looking for him.

I need him to stay with me while I eat.

If he puts my food out, then stands next to me, I'll eat all of it, purr loudly, and swish my tail, checking to see if he's there, every so often.

If he starts to walk away, I'll meow, run up to him, and lead him back to my bowl.

It's very important for my peace of catty mind that he's present when I eat food.