Scared human?

I was having a nice nap last night. It was dark. It was late. I was curled up by my human's legs.

Suddenly, he sat up and made a loud noise: 'arrrh!'
His eyes were open, and he looked around him. He seemed confused. I think he was scared.

I don't like my human to be scared, and his legs weren't that comfy, so I stretched, walked to where his head was, and nose-nudged his face.

He seemed to calm down, and I was now within reach of his arms, so I could be stroked.
I curled up near his face, purred, and went back to napping.

Oooh, string

I've found out something new. When I sit at the top of the big, comfy chair, there's a window cover that can go up or down. When it goes up, I can see all of my territory.

There's a chain that my human pulls that makes the cover go up. Next to that chain is a thin string: this seems to be what the cover slides up and down on.
I've found that if I stretch out a paw, stretch out a claw, and twang this string, then my human comes running to my side.

I tried it a few times today. I usually give the string three twangs, my human comes in and says 'Clive. Stop it' or 'What is it, Clive?', and I then blink at him, purr, or rub my face on his hand.

In this way, I can get attention at regular intervals, or just have my human come over to me for no reason whatsoever.

What an amazing discovery.

Too much affection

I like attention. I love attention. But there's one thing I wish my human wouldn't do...

He often comes up to me, strokes my head and scratches my ears ... then he does something silly. He smooshes my face with his hands, makes a 'jooooojsh' noise, and tries to rub noses.

This causes an overload of my catty senses, which means I have to do a catty head-shake. Sometimes his smooshes make me do several catty head-shakes.

I wish he'd stick to just stroking my head and scratching my ears.

New food!

I'm happy. I'm very happy.

My human often puts out weird things in jelly for me to eat. Sometimes they're nice, sometimes they're not. I like the tuna jelly things. I don't like the beef jelly things.

He also puts out some crunchy things. I think they're called 'biscuits'. I saw a name on a packet.

I don't usually like the crunchy things. They don't taste of much. My human insists on putting them out though.

But... I came to my bowl today and there was an amazing smell coming from the crunchy food bit. It smelt of chickeness, meatiness, and yum.
I ate all of the crunchy things, licked my catty chops, blinked at my human, then had a nap.

I like this new food. I hope my human keeps putting it in my bowl.

Get off my patch

I was really upset earlier.

I was standing by the door to the outside, when I saw another cat.

It was a big, black cat.

It had yellow eyes and it was staring straight at me... on my own territory.

My tail puffed out.

My back arched.

I let out my low, warning meow.

I hissed.

I puffed all of my fur out.


Then my human came into the room, switched off the light, and I realised I'd been staring at myself in the glass of the door.

I decided to lick my paw clean.

Where is it?

I was wandering my territory, when I saw a mouse. A mouse!

I chased it, got ready for a big pounce... and it disappeared under a plant pot.

I waited for it to come out.

I waited for it to come out.

I waited for it to come out.

I waited for it to come out.

I waited for it to come out.


It got dark.

I came inside.

Bags

My human came into his sleeping room and put lots of bags on the floor. This was exciting.

He left the room.

I got up from my nap, stretched, then jumped down onto the floor to see what was in the bags... was it food?

I sniffed the first bag. No food.

I sniffed the second bag. No food.

I sniffed the third bag. No food.

I sniffed the fourth bag. Chicken?

I pawed the bag.

I clawed the bag.

My human came running in; 'Clive, what are you doing?'

I blinked at him.

I pawed the bag again.

He opened it up, I stuck my head in it... and there was no food.

I sniffed the fifth bag. No food.

What is the point in my human bringing home bags if none of them contain food?

A bit of me...

I'm not sure what to do.

I found a bit of me on the floor - a whisker.

It was definitely mine. I sniffed it and it had my scent.

This is strange. It's a part of me.

I stared at it for a bit, and considered my existence.

I then licked my bum and ate some tuna.

Rolling

I like it when it starts to get sunny and warm again.

I went outside, sat in a bright area, and blinked for a bit.

I then celebrated the warmth.

I dropped to the floor.

I rolled to my right and meowed.

I rolled to my left and meowed.

I rolled to my right and meowed.

I rolled to my left and meowed.

I rolled to my right and meowed.

I rolled to my left and meowed.

I rolled to my right and meowed.

I rolled to my left and meowed.

I bunny-kicked at nothing in particular.

It is warm. This is good.

Bad foot

I had a problem with one of my back paws, this morning - it wouldn't behave.

I started cleaning it, but the claws wouldn't spread properly, so I bit it... then it did as it was told.

I went to have a nap, laid my head on my front paws, and my back paw started twitching and bunny kicking. I didn't want or ask it to do this. I bit it, to keep it still.

It kept twitching, so I had to keep biting it.

When I went to clean my bum hole, I stuck that back leg in the air... but it refused to come back down again. I tried to bite it, but rolled sideways and fell off the bed.

I'm now having a wander, to see if my back leg continues to misbehave. If it does, I'll attack it.

Stop reading

My human was reading something this morning. It was a big, shiny book. I didn't like this.

I jumped onto the table to join him, so he was at the right level to stroke my head and tickle my chin.

He wasn't paying me attention. This is why I don't like him reading things.

I nose-nudged the back of the book.

I headbutted the book.

I pawed at the book.

My human responded; 'Clive. Stop it'.
Success.

I pawed at the book again. My human huffed.

I clawed at the book.

I clawed at the book.

I shredded a bit of the book.

'Clive!'

My human put the book down, stroked my head, scratched my ears, stroked my back, and tickled my chin. This was good.

He picked the book up again.

I got my claws ready...