Minnie the Cat

I'm Back! Same Cat, New Location

2008-08-19T12:29:00.006+01:00

First Henry, now me!

I've been away for awhile while my Peeps moved house.

I'm now getting settled into my new place, and my secretary can now take my blog dictation.

So watch this space for more of my adventures!!!

Little Bird is In the Tree

2008-08-17T04:00:00.003+01:00

I heard some rustling up there in the trees. If I stay really still, maybe the Little Birds won't see me down here. There's lots of leaves from the big storms we've been having. If I was a Calico cat I could camouflage myself with them. I'm hoping The Drop will be enough...

Running in the Garden

2008-08-16T04:00:00.002+01:00

Hello my Peeps...

Flat Face Learns to Hide

2008-08-15T04:00:00.001+01:00

Today I went searching everywhere for Flat Face. I could smell him, but I couldn't find him.

He finally has learned how to play proper Hide and Seek! Hooray!

Eventually I spotted him peeking out behind the bushes. He was very proud of himself for doing such a good hiding job.

He didn't even worry about getting his hair messed up. We are definitely making progress! He may turn into a proper Man Cat yet!

Flat Face's Turn to Hide

2008-08-14T04:00:00.002+01:00

It's Hide and Seek time again! Yippee!

Today it's Flat Face's turn to hide ... but maybe I need to do a better job at explaining the concept of hiding, because his first hiding spot is kind of obvious. I think I'll pretend I don't see him and go off exploring other parts of the garden and before I come back to find him.

I think he's worried about getting his long hair matted and dirty. I guess I don't blame him as it must take a long time to look after. But if we are going to progress to the next level of hide and seek, he's going to need to stop being so precious and be willing to get a little dirty. Diving behind bushes is the best part of hide and seek after all!

Hello...Meow...

2008-08-13T04:00:00.001+01:00

Hide and Seek with Flat Face

2008-08-12T04:00:00.003+01:00

Today Flat Face and I played hide and seek. Next to birdie tag, hide and seek is one of my favourite games to play. Flat Face likes this game too, so I am lucky like that.

I chose a hiding place that I thought was kind of easy for Flat Face to find me. It was kind of out in the open, but used just a little bit of camouflage. I thought it was better than hiding completely in the bushes and scaring Flat Face or worse, him not being able to find me. He gets sulky if he can't find me right away, and I don't want to upset him too much today. He's been in a good mood recently and he's much more fun to play with when he's cheerful.

I hope he finds me soon though...

Crouching Tiger in Action

2008-08-11T04:00:00.005+01:00

Little Bird and I played tag yesterday. Those little birds are very good at tag ... or more precisely at not getting tagged.

I put my stalking skills to the test, deploying both The Drop and The Crouch, but to no avail. LB won yesterdays game of tag...again.

Stalking Tips: Use Camouflage

2008-08-10T04:00:00.004+01:00

Camouflage is a more advanced hunting technique, which is difficult for some cats to master. This is a skill that cats are either born with or not and depends on your environment.

Yesterday, I was convinced there was a bird hiding somewhere in this tree so I hid myself near the wall in the hopes that I would blend in and the bird would give himself away not realising I was there.

A Ginger Cat would stick out like a sore thumb in my garden, but may be able to conceal itself in a pile of leaves. It takes a bit of practice to hone good camouflaging skills.

Stalking Tips: The Drop: Hit the Ground and Get a Burst of Speed

2008-08-09T04:00:00.003+01:00

Unlike The Crouch, which is a more general purpose fact finding approach, The Drop is best deployed against feathered-friends and small rodents.

Step one, is to drop immediately to the ground, trying to smoosh yourself up as flat as possible. Little fellas might not see you if you get yourself flat enough. The key is to maintain good hind leg traction with the ground, to enable you to push off with a burst of speed. Like a fighter-jet launching into the air from an air force carrier, The Drop can help you to get maximum acceleration when properly executed. This is a good stalking maneuver to use when you want to surprise your friends.

Stalking Tips: The Crouch: Stay Low and Move Slowly

2008-08-08T04:00:00.001+01:00

When something catches my attention, I get quite curious and want to go check it out. I can't just run right up to it, though, as I might scare it off or it might hurt me. So I stalk it. Sometimes stalking requires a quick drop to the ground, other times just a good low crouch, like this one, is sufficient. I like the low crouch because it enables me to move very slowly towards the object of interest. Sometimes, the object turns out to be a leaf, sometimes a moth, other times it's Flat Face. I find the crouch an effective all-around investigative maneuver.

Watch Cat

2008-08-07T04:00:00.003+01:00

I'm keeping watch out over the garden.

It's mine it's ALL mine!!!

Flat Face and I Have Words

2008-08-06T04:00:00.003+01:00

Flat Face popped by again yesterday. I'd like to say that I was happy to see him and that we had fun playing together...but I'd be lying. See, Flat Face is always in a bad mood when he comes by and this is starting to bring me down a little.

I, on the other hand, am a rather happy catty. I love my life, my garden, my Peeps, and my furry animal friends. We play games and have a laugh... but not Flat Face. He just sulks. He is big and tall and hairy and very posh, and he just complains. Yesterday, I had had enough and got angry at him.

You can really see it in my face, can't you? I'd scare myself with a face like that! And look how big I was able to puff my tail out? Ha! Ha! I look like a real meany! No wonder Flat Face apologised! The good news is that we are still friends.

Kitty Limerick: Minnie the Cat

2008-08-05T09:17:00.003+01:00

For those who have not already seen it, Kitty Limerick has written about me and my adventures.

Check it out!

http://kittylimericks.blogspot.com/2008/07/minnie-cat.html

The Garden is Not Just Mine!

2008-08-03T04:00:00.000+01:00

After successfully scaring Flat Face off last week, I successfully chased a big calico cat out of the yard as well. Riding high on confidence, I wasn't about to be deterred from protecting my turf from yet another four-legged friend that turned up yesterday afternoon.

While it didn't dissuade me from my task, the fact that it was a fox I was trying to scare off terrified My Feeders. Perched high on the wall, I gave the fox at the other end of the garden my evil eye. My Feeders looked on helplessly from the other side of the Lattice; not even the lure of chicken treats could pull me away from my mission. When the time was right, I deployed my long-range hiss missiles.

This did the trick and off he went.

And off I immediately went back inside, shaking like a leaf. I was happy when my Feeders locked the door. My Feeders were not happy with me, but sometimes a cat must stand her ground.

You got to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em.

Good-Bye Henry. The Garden is Mine!

2008-08-02T04:00:00.000+01:00

Henry and his family moved house last week. I said my goodbyes. It is always sad when someone has to move. Moving is not fun. The boxes and wrapping paper that go with moving are fun...But moving is disruptive to one's habits. I don't like moving particularly, so I know how Henry feels. But everyone has to move sometime and it usually means you get to go on an adventure and meet exciting new friends. Like me: while I miss my old home and family, I would not have met My Feeders, Flat Face, The Bees and Wood Pigeons if I had not moved. I don't want to make a habit of it though. You can have too much of a good thing!

Henry's movers made a lot of noise but wasn't long though before their place was empty and the garden was (mostly) mine! While I miss watching Henry play in the garden, I have five less mammals to share it with! There has been a lot of activity in the garden recently, so it's not like I have the garden entirely to myself now that they're gone.

Has Anyone Seen My Socks?

2008-08-01T04:00:00.000+01:00

As I may have mentioned, I like it when doors and drawers are open for me to snoop around in. When I can't get access the traditional way, I will find a Supercat way of gaining access.

Occasionally, there are mornings when I feel a sudden need for a nice pair of knickers...or socks...or shirt. And when one isn't readily available out in the open, I go snooping for it in My Feeder's dresser drawers.

These are often closed tightly, so I have to resort to digging through the gap provided in order to find what I'm looking for. I pull out socks, bras and underwear until I find that purrr-fect piece of clothing that will make me feel special throughout the day. Sometimes, I pull out half the drawer and STILL haven't found anything acceptable.

This is when I flatten down all my fur and squeeze myself through the hole to rummage around deep within. Luckily for me, the socks I was looking for were near the top, so I didn't need to make that much of a mess.

You may not know it, but a lot of work goes into looking this pretty.

A Feather for My Feeders

2008-07-31T18:15:00.000+01:00

Having decided to keep the black Wood Pigeon Feather for myself, I duly went out and found another feather to give My Feeders.

It wasn't hard, since I had scared the feathers off the Wood Pigeon myself a few days prior so I knew where some extras might be lying around. Luckily for me, Flat Face hasn't been around much lately, so the feathers were right where I left them under Mt Lattice Tree.

Now if My Feeders still think the bird "accidently shed" two feathers in the same day they are delusional. They should know by now that I am SuperKitty! I can hunt down even the biggest of foes...with a little practice.

This was the closest I've gotten yet! I've scared the feathers off the birds! Not long now until I get my little paws on them completely. I've started sharping my nails on the sofa so that I'm ready to pounce when the occasion strikes.

I've Got a Real Feather

2008-07-30T04:00:00.000+01:00

As a thank you to My Feeders for giving me proper food again, I brought them this beautiful feather. They are not sure whether I plucked it from the Wood Pigeon myself or if I just happened upon it loose in the patio. Do they not know how much I've been practicing?!? Ahhh, Duh! What's the Feather-on-a-Stick for?

Regardless, I went wild over it. Grabbing it in my mouth, licking it and making sure it barely left my paws. It's better than Cat Nip!

Ummm do you think My Feeders would mind if I kept it? I think I like it too much myself to give away.

Must think of another gift...

Catnip Ball Hide and Seek

2008-07-29T04:00:00.000+01:00

Ok, I'm going to close my eyes and count to three, then come find you. Ready? One....

Two...

Three...

Ready or not hear I come...

Uncle Jim Joins the Club with Chica

2008-07-28T14:23:00.008+01:00

So many people I know have recently joined the cat bandwagon. I like to think it has something to do with me!

I do know My Peeps love me very much and talk about me constantly. Of course, I understand why they feel the need to do this: I am wonderful and my wonderfulness needs to be shared with everyone! But, enough about me... If I can help people to think that cats are wonderful and that they too must join this special club, then I am happy.

My Uncle Jim, who lives in Spain, joined the club this spring by taking in a stray. He's named her Chica, which is spanish for Girl. I don't know very much about her yet, but stories are starting to filter over the channel. She kept showing up at Jim's back door for attention and, eventually, food. She's a little bigger than me (most cats are!) and, as you can see, she is very stripey ... kind of like me! Jim is looking after her now.

Apparently, she's an outdoor cat. At first, I was a little baffled by the concept of an 'outdoor cat'. See, My Peeps only let me outside at certain times. I can't come and go as I please. Chica, however, can go chasing moths and birds whenever she wants. I thought I would prefer that way of life, until it was pointed out that it rains a lot less on the Spainish coast than it does in London! So I get the best of both worlds. I'm looking forward to hearing more about Chica and her adventures in Spain.

I love having new cat friends!

Chicken Treats Rock!

2008-07-28T04:00:00.001+01:00

Can I have a chicken treat?

Pretty Please?

I have been a very good kitty. I promise I won't have a Mr Whippy if you let me have a treat!

I love Chicken Lickens.

Yum!

Auntie Pat's Feather Tree

2008-07-27T04:00:00.000+01:00

Auntie Pat has invented a fun new game for me.

She takes my feather-on-a-stickand puts it in a potted plant to create a Feather Tree. At first I don't notice that there's a feather in the air...but then when I do it's a complete surprise!

I get to attack it from atop the arm chair, stalk it from the other side of the room and jump up in the air to try to knock it down.

Even better is that it's a game I can amuse myself with, without having to have My Feeders drag the feather around after them.

I love this new game!

Food War is Over! Rejoice!

2008-07-26T04:00:00.005+01:00

My Feeders are now realising that I am much more unhappy and uncomfortable not eating the medicine food than I was eating my normal food and serving up the occasional Mr Whippy. They decided that I can go back on my normal food. Success!!!

The Battle of Wills has been won!

I'm so much happier now. Auntie Pat is visiting, I'm gettingproper food and I am happy. Auntie Pat can play with me any day she wants!

We spent most of the day out on the patio together, where I impressed her with my hunting and climbing skills. I showed her how to stalk Pigeons and even showed her how to climb Mt Lattice! She thought I was a great cat before; but now she thinks I'm Super-Cat!

We got a call from the vet and I've been given the ok. They don't know what happened, but apparently they can't find anything wrong. Success again!!!

Food Wars: Day 4

2008-07-25T04:00:00.002+01:00

The Food War is dragging on longer than I anticipated. I underestimated My Feeder's resolve.

They went away last night and have a nice cat sitter looking in on me today. Fools! I will not be tricked by this diversion. If I won't eat for My lovely Feeders, I certainly won't be eating for some strange cat sitting person...even though she was nice and played with the feather with me for a little while.

Was not the same though. I miss My Feeders. My Auntie Pat comes to look after me tomorrow for the weekend.

Food Wars: Day 3

2008-07-24T04:00:00.009+01:00

The hunger strike drags on. I am beginning to feel lethargic, but my resolve is strong.

I am sensing weakness in My Feeders. They are concerned that I haven't eaten in more than 2 days and have gone back to the vet to get a different, presumably better tasting prescription diet food. While I appreciate the expense My Feeder's are incurring for the world's most expensive cat food, it still does not change the fact that it smells and tastes foul.

Would My Feeders eat Spam? I think NOT.

My hunger strike continues not only for me but for all cats out there who are being forced to eat bad tasting food in the name of medicine! Bring back the good food .

Food Wars: Day 2

2008-07-23T04:00:00.003+01:00

Looks like this is going to be a battle of wills. They think they can starve me and I will eat a pile of grotesque mush.

It's not going to happen! They don't know what they're in for. I'm not eating it. And that's final!

Food Wars: Day 1

2008-07-22T04:00:00.003+01:00

My Feeders tried to get me to eat the specially formulated anti-allergenic crap they are claiming is food. It doesn't smell like food to me and it certainly doesn't look edible either. They said it's vet's orders. Well, I am having none of it. I don't take orders from anyone. I want my regular tasty cat food and I want it now! I have decided to go on a hunger strike until I am fed properly.

The Return of Mr. Whippy

2008-07-21T15:00:00.003+01:00

My Feeders had to take me to the vet again. It was not very nice. The Aussie vet man was very kind to me at first, but then he shaved my neck and stole some of my blood. There may have been an incident involving my backside too. I didn't like it much at all. In fact, I have been sulking all day.

I've been told I can't have my yummy food until they find out why I'm serving up Mr. Whippy's in the litter box. I don't like this idea one bit. I'd stage a dirty protest, but that seems to be what has landed me in this predicament to begin with.

My New Hiding Place

2008-07-19T06:00:00.000+01:00

I have found a wonderful new place to go exploring. The patio shed!

Sure it may look full of boxes and cobwebs, but down closer to the ground, this makes for wonderful fun. Would you mind opening the door for me?

My Feeders know how much I don’t particularly like closed doors. Once I know that something is a door, closet, drawer or anything that might remotely be considered to be a closed container of any kind, I need to be able to access it at any time, or else I get anxious.

Please open the door for me?

Not fast enough. I’ll do it myself.

Brute, kitty power activate.

The View From Mt Lattice

2008-07-18T06:00:00.002+01:00

I love the view from up here!

Um, right. Now how do I get down again?

Elevator going down, please

Happy Birthday Feeder...

2008-07-17T06:00:00.001+01:00

I've left a gift for you in the gift box. Made it special for you last night.

If you're lucky you may even get a hairball today.

I'm thoughtful like that.

My Stalker

2008-07-16T06:00:00.000+01:00

Look who I found lurking around pervy-style in the bushes today…

I really must have a word with him….

Off he goes. Mission Accomplished.

Phew, all this ‘being territorial’ stuff is pretty tiring

There's A Green Snake in My Yard!

2008-07-15T06:00:00.000+01:00

Look what I found today!

There I was minding my own business and when I went outside there was this MASSIVE green snake. I was quite scared, but also very curious.

I wasn't sure if he was alive or not so after a lot of sniffing around I summoned up the courage to go give him a tap. He didn't move a muscle, so I knew that I would be alright. I had to be very careful though because if I moved it too much, a small amount of water came out of his head.

I don't like water. I can barely drink it, let alone get my paws wet. So when the green snake dribbled water, I decided to go stalk some birds...just to be safe.

I Smell a Rat... and a Fox, and a Cat and a...

2008-07-14T06:00:00.001+01:00

Today I went out and my nose went into overdrive. See, I love to smell. More importantly, I love my scent. After last night’s visitors to the garden, there were lots of scents in the air today. I sat on my normal perch just sniffing away, trying to get a sense (scents!) who else came to the garden and if anyone else was still around. Then I caught a whiff of Flat Face’s cologne, which was a little strong to have been left yesterday. I could tell he was here recently!

I’m not sure why he insists on such a strong smell…or more to the point, on leaving it around MY sitting spot! It only took me a few minutes to rub my neck all over everything and get it smelling like me again (nice and dainty). Maybe I should speak to a perfumery to have them bottle my scent so My Feeders can take over this job for me. It can be tiresome, making sure everything smells of me. I’m told there are some good perfumeries in Paris, which is not that far away. Maybe someone there could create an Ode de Minnie. Now where did that Eurostar schedule go...

From Hunter to Hunted

2008-07-13T06:00:00.005+01:00

I had a very exciting day Friday. It started off pretty normal: Feeders got up (after having to hound them, of course), fed me, let me out and then I went to the litter box to give them a gift, as I usually do after breakfast. The Feeders then went off to work and left me all day to sleep on the bed. I thought it was going to be a really boring day, but then again I love sleeping so didn’t mind it. Of course when the Feeders got home, I was clamouring to go out … and that is when all the excitement began!

First, Flat Face came round to visit. Normally this would make my day in itself! But while I was having a screaming match at him under the big Mt Lattice Tree, Mrs. Wood Pigeon landed on top!!! She was right over my head! I was so confused I didn’t know what to do: Continue the stare down with Harry Hairball or show the Pigeon my new climbing skills. My eyes went wide with wonder as I tried to determine her position in the trees. When Mr Pigeon joined the Mrs for their evening meal in the treetops, I couldn’t stand it any longer. Up the tree I went, fast as lightening, leaving Flat Face to wander off home alone. These pigeons were going to be mine!

I haven’t been atop Mt Lattice much and climbing it is still new to me. The trouble is I can get up fine, but I still haven’t found a way to get down on my own yet. Luckily, My Feeders were around to give me an express elevator down, because a troop of 4-5 foxes decided to take over the garden for their evening playground antics. They used the garden like a track and field event. 2-3 chasing each other around the outside, while 2 others played/rested in the middle. I hope they weren't looking for me!

I'm glad I got inside in time. I forgot how quickly one can go from hunter to hunted around here!

This is Better than Tennis Anyday

2008-07-12T07:00:00.004+01:00

Today, I had my very own Wood Pigeon show in the tree to watch. Forget Wimbledon, this is where the real action is!

There were:

Not 1...
Not 2...
Not 3...
But 4 Pigeons
in the tree today!!!!

I sat and watched them for ages…
and very slowly crept up on them.

By the time I climbed Mt Lattice though they were gone. Boy, those Pigeons love to tease me. Now where did they go?

My Rain Delay

2008-07-11T06:00:00.003+01:00

Can I go out, please?

Whoa, wait a second. It’s cold AND wet out here.

Maybe not right now...

Can I go out?

My Wimbledon Weekend

2008-07-10T06:00:00.003+01:00

As many of you know, the Wimbledon finals were on this past weekend.

I decided that I liked watching the yellow balls on TV.

It was riveting stuff!

I Come Running For Chicken Treats!

2008-07-09T06:00:00.002+01:00

Sometimes when I'm off playing in the neighborhood, I go places My Feeders can't see me. They get worried and call for me. If I wait just long enough, they will bring out the crinklely bag that holds the Chicken Lickin Treats. That is when I sprint across the lawn, ready to chomp down on tasty treats! Is there anything better that a chicken treat?

I Found a New Sleepy Place

2008-07-08T06:00:00.000+01:00

The other day I was wandering along the windowsill and I found a nice little nook for my afternoon nap. I could both hide behind the curtain and look out over the garden all at the same time.

It also works as a sneaky little hiding place, as I blend into the myriad of clothes on the shelves and My Feeders have trouble seeing me there.

I was very thoughtful in picking out this particular pile to claim as my own: I decided after much deliberation that since it doesn't get very warm or sunny very often, that I would claim the pile of shorts since the Feeders won't be needing them much. While the pile of jumpers (sweaters, for you State siders) might have been a bit more soft and luxurious, I know that My Feeders don't have fur like me to keep them warm and so they will need them on cold summer nights. I am thoughtful like that.

Anyone for Honey Bee Tag?

2008-07-07T06:00:00.001+01:00

While my Bumble Bee friends have run off to other playgrounds, a different kind of bee stopped by to play with me today. This one wasn't as big or scary as the other bees. In fact I could squish it with my paw if I really wanted to!

I decided that hide and seek tag would be a fun game to play with Honey Bee. First, I went to go hide.

It turns out my bee friend may be very good at finding nectar, but is not so good at finding cats! Eventually I got bored and came out of hiding.

Honey was embarrassed, but it turns out she had been distracted by the new flowers nearby. I can't blame her really. It's her job and she'd get in trouble if she went back to her office without a delivery. Apparently the Hive keepers are tough task masters.

But when my turn came around to tag, I didn't let myself get distracted and tagged her right away! She was a little stunned by my quickness.

I didn't tell her I've had some personal trainers over to help get me in tip-top tagging shape.

Police Squad CSI: Cat Scene Investigation

2008-07-06T06:00:00.002+01:00

My Feeders went away last weekend and so my Auntie Shelia and Uncle Chris came down to look after me. I like it when they come to visit. However, I'm not so sure they had as much fun as I did. See, I'm still popping pills for my embarrassing illness, and they were on poo watch. (My new nickname is Minnie Poos, which I don't endorse, but unfortunately is valid.) On top of that, the boiler went bust so there was no hot water for them, AND their car got broken into.

The police came by and I went into action doing my best to help with the investigation. Even though I have great hearing, I'm not much of a watch-cat, so I didn't have much to tell them. With a handful of paper investigation bags at my disposal though I inspected each one to make sure that they were all ready for evidence collection. I was a big help to the local bobbies and they were able to rule me out as a suspect right away.

I'm thinking that those delinquent foxes might have had something to do with it.

The Laughing Cat

2008-07-05T06:00:00.003+01:00

My Feeders went away for a few days to a place called Venice. Apparently it is a very nice city, but it is full of water.

Water, water everywhere. So much that you sometimes need a boat to get around!

I didn't think it would be a good place to be a cat, but then My Feeders showed me a restaurant there called the Laughing Cat.

I'm not sure I'd be laughing that much if there was so much water around, but the cat on the sign sure does seem to be enjoying a good chuckle!

Independence Day Cat

2008-07-04T06:00:00.003+01:00

Happy 4th of July!

Even though I live in London, one of my Feeders is American, so I get to celebrate for the first time!

I'm told the 4th of July is called Independence Day. Independence Day...I like that!

I'm all for independence (as long as someone remembers to feeds me)! I'm surprised more cats don't celebrate this holiday...we're all about our independence after all.

Except this fur ball. I'm guessing he's really not so independent. You'd have to chain me down and seriously sedate me to paint or dress me up like these cats. I understand the need to make a statement, but as I've said before: I'm pretty enough on my own; I don't do accessories. No wonder that one <--- is crying.

What I DO do however is BBQs. I'm not sure what exactly a BBQ is, but I'm told chicken can be involved. I'm all for celebrating the chicken. Chicken rocks.

So do cupcakes

The Fly Catcher

2008-07-03T06:00:00.000+01:00

Before...

...After

Enough said.

Mr. Squirrel Has a Mouthful

2008-07-02T06:00:00.001+01:00

Mr. Squirrel came by to say hi today. Well, he would have said hi, if he hadn't stuffed his mouth so full he could no longer speak!

He pondered coming down off the wall, but I guess with a wad of food in his pouch, he decided he couldn't trust his balance. So I missed out on another chance to see how he crosses the Lattice.

I know I wouldn't be able to climb well with a mouth full like that. I can barely climb on a full stomach.

Normally I just want to nap after I've had that much food. Ummm naps...

Bee Tag Training

2008-07-01T06:00:00.007+01:00

Even though it makes My Feeders nervous, I love playing Bee Tag. It's a sport I really enjoy. I think it should be in the 2012 London Cat Olympics. It takes great skill and practice.

While I'm quite quick on my feet, I still have not been able to catch my Bee friends when we play tag. I can't jump high enough and they are just too quick when they fly low to the ground.

My feeders like this fact, but I find it annoying and frustrating. So I've set up an indoor training program to improve my quickness and jumping skills.

A couple of times a week, I chase a fly around the house for an hour workout. I'm not sure exactly how my Feeders have arranged for this training, but my skills are definitely improving! Yesterday I jumped straight into the air, catching a fly in my paws mid-flight. How Karate Kid is that!

Much to my Feeder's horror though, I decided to eat my catch. They thought that was really gross. I was hoping it would taste like a chicken treat.

It didn't.

Do I Look as Sleepy as I Feel?

2008-06-30T06:00:00.005+01:00

I'm very sleepy today. I've decided it's a good day to spend in my wonderful cat bed. Wake me when it's dinner time will ya?

The Catnip Cigar

2008-06-29T06:00:00.001+01:00

What is:
1) Oval shaped
2) Long and brown
3) Something certain people like to chew on?

Answer: A cigar

and I have one! While it may not be Cuban, I think it's better . . . It's Catnip!

My Feeders have not been able to find my catnip feather balls (I have put them in a super special hiding place known only to me!) and realised I was getting slightly bored with my feather on a stick and have livened things up a little with some good herb. Somehow time seems to pass much more quickly now. After I play with my cigar, I like to lie down, take a nap and have some funky dreams.

I wonder if this is how the guys by the bridge in Camden spend their daze ... i mean days.

It's Bathtime

2008-06-28T14:00:00.001+01:00

I like to wash. Short of sleeping, I think it's my favourite way of passing the time. And after this morning's attack of the goop, I've been cleaning extra thoroughly.

But then again, I'm quite particular about my appearance and so I find washing both soothing and comforting...as long as it's me doing the washing.

I've heard Feeders sometimes think they can do a better job at washing, and that worries me. I don't ever want to end up like this guy:

Beware of Green Goop!

2008-06-28T06:00:00.002+01:00

This is kind of embarrassing to admit, but I have been having litter box issues recently. I don't want to go into details, but things aren't right in that area and my Feeders have been working with the vets to get me better. The vet recommended some special food and gave my Feeders some probiotics that will hopefully help. I don't like the probiotics very much though. In particular, I don't like the green goop that comes out of the tube. But this might be because instead of squirting it on my food this morning, my Feeder accidentally squirted it in my face!!! It was not nice.

I mean really, how hard is it to squirt goop onto food? It's really pretty simple. Me, cat. I walk around. Food goes on floor and stays there. Should be pretty straight forward. But noooooooooo, my Feeder thought she'd try and go for the advanced application and squirt it in my mouth. Needless to say, I was going to have none of that! So a quick turn of my head and then Splatttttttttttt!!!! I didn't know what hit me...but I knew it wasn't good.

They should make sure the Feeders get a license before they can use that thing; a cat could be seriously embarrassed. Next time I will be more careful, because my feeder obviously needs some training with that syringe.

Luckily for me, the paparazzi that normally follow me around had not woken up yet, or else there'd be even more embarrassing pictures of me on the Internet. There i was with a splotch of sticky green goop on my face and chest. It was so terrible, I had to lick it off immediately. It tasted horrible, but I could not bear to face the world soiled as I was. Besides, I knew I only had so long until the paps showed up. In that sense I was lucky, but it was not a very nice way to start the day.

Whew, Football Takes It Out of You

2008-06-27T06:00:00.001+01:00

As I may have mentioned, I like to nap. Today in particular was a great napping day. I tired myself out yesterday playing football and so today I collected myself and rested up for the next match.

Sometimes I like to stretch and lie out on my back. It gives my Feeders easy access to rub my tummy, which I really like as well.

Today though, it had nothing to do with a desire for a rub; I was so tired that I fell asleep mid-stretch! Why would I want to wake up when I'm dreaming of catching those Wood Pigeons?

I Play Football Too!

2008-06-26T06:00:00.006+01:00

After watching Henry kick the ball around yesterday I realised that maybe I too could be a budding footballer (soccer player, for all you state-siders), if I practiced enough. So I took my trusty catnip ball and spent at least an hour practicing my dribbling skills around the living room. My Feeder's new shoes made perfect goal posts and mock opponents. So there I was leaping and swatting for England.

Left paw, right paw, left paw. She shoots. She scores. Gooooooaaaaaallll!!!! Watch out Henry, you've got some competition ...

I Have a Seat for the Football Match

2008-06-25T06:00:00.002+01:00

Since I can't go outside, I'm just going to spy on all my friends in the neighbor's garden today. They can't really see me, but I can see them. I'm standing guard.

The Wood Pigeons came out, then Mr & Mrs Squirrel had a good nosey around looking for food. My Feeders tried to have a bird feeder, but the squirrels attacked it and within a day the food was all gone and the feeder was broken. They are rascally those squirrels when it comes to food.

Then after school was out Henry and Joe, the neighbor's kids, came out into the yard to play football. They kicked their ball around together and I realised that I like football too! So I settled into my seat to watch their match.

I'm Beginning Not to Like the Vets

2008-06-24T06:00:00.001+01:00

I had to go back to the Vet again yesterday. While I was there I saw so many flyers posted for missing pets. It made me so sad. I don't know what I'd do if I got lost. Now I know why it's so important to be Microchipped and to wear my collar and tag.

As I was scanning over the flyers, one particular picture caught my attention. Sox! The friendly cat who stopped by the other day was a missing cat! My Feeders immediately called the number and left Sox's Feeders a message.

I didn't know he was lost. We all feel bad now that we didn't try harder to make friends with Sox and get him back to his Feeders. Next time we'll know better. I hope he's ok.

My New Friend Sox to the Rescue!

2008-06-23T06:00:00.001+01:00

I am so excited! Gitty like a school girl. The cutest cat came by the Lattice last night. He was dressed all in black with a little white in his chest and nice white feet.

A big brawny cat. Ggggrrrrrrrrr Indeed!

My Feeders had a nice chat with him and invited him into the patio. He stayed outside the lattice but was very kind and curious about our arrival in the neighborhood, then he wandered off into the night. I didn't get a chance to meet him close up, but he went smelling my favourite sitting spot, so hopefully he knows I'm here and will come back so we can meet properly.

I hope he comes back. He seems like a nice neighbor, unlike that peeping tom-cat.

Into Thin Air: Summitting Mt. Lattice

2008-06-22T06:00:00.003+01:00

Like Sir Edmund Hillary, I climbed it because it was there.

The path to the summit was much easier than I expected, once I had my tree climbing down. Traversing the peak was the hard part. (I wasn't even thinking about how I was going to get down!) I nervously walked out onto the top of Mt Lattice (much to My Feeders surprise) and gazed out over the surroundings, enjoying the high vista it afforded me and hoping Mrs Wood Pigeon was nearby to witness my feat.

Even though I have good balance, it was difficult crossing to the tree on the Eastern Ridge. The wind was blowing and My Feeders were running around trying to get good spotting positions in case I fell. As if!

Having tackled that, I thought I'd up the difficulty even more by trying to scale the rise in the lattice that is overgrown with vines. I wanted to get on top of the 20 ft brick wall that surrounds the neighbors' backyards. The view would be amazing from there. If Mr. Squirrel and the Wood Pigeons can get to the wall, surely I can!

I slipped, however, lost my balance and scared myself. I realised then, that I didn't know how I was going to get down! My Feeders attempted to airlift me off the peak, but I faultered for a moment and ended up falling off over the far side of the lattice. I landed on my feet, of course, shaken but proud of my accomplishment.

After being coaxed back inside, I celebrated my triumph with some chicken treats and then a nap. It was a very exciting day! Ummm Chicken treats!!

My Favourite Toy: Catnip feather-ball!

2008-06-21T06:00:00.006+01:00

I got a new toy recently. Boy, it is great. It's got both catnip AND a feather!!! Someone was very smart when they thought this up. Also, it is just a small little ball, so it's not bigger than me. (Sometimes I get scared of toys that are too big ... There are so many things to worry about when you're small.)

I have taken to carrying it around the flat with me. It fits purr-fectly in my mouth for easy transport. I like it to be near me when I take a nap. I've also found that My Feeders find this behavior very cute, and will give me lots of attention when I drop the ball at their feet. Jackpot! Two good things for the price of one!!!

Mrs. Wood Pigeon on Mt Lattice

2008-06-20T06:00:00.002+01:00

As if I didn't have enough motivation as it was ... today I saw Mrs Wood Pigeon on top of the tree on Mt Lattice's western ridge. There I was, having my afternoon cat-nap upstairs when I heard a rustle of feathers. Up went my ears ... I knew there was something exciting out my window. Little did I know HOW exciting!

There she was, the object of my attention for so long, mere meters away ... yet so out of reach. She sat atop Mt Lattice's Western Tree and mocked me. Casually having an afternoon snack, she looked into my eyes and said 'You can't get me, na nana na na naaa.'

I answered back with some clicks and beeps, but I don't think she heard them because I was inside. If I had been outside, she would have been SCARED because I would have taught her a lesson right there and then about the power of motivation.

Nonetheless, my mind is made up. I'll show her she won't be safe atop Mt Lattice much longer ... for the super climbing kitty will be there!

Look Who's Back! It's Flat Face!

2008-06-19T06:00:00.004+01:00

Just when I thought I wasn't going to see him again, Flat Face shows up!

He did give My Feeders a bit of a fright, peeking into the kitchen window the way he did ... but I had to admit, it was funny.

I was hoping he meant it as a joke and that he's not some pervy peeping tom-cat.

I went outside to play with him to try to be friends. We ended up doing a clumsy dance around the patio. He's not a very good dancer and personality-wise, he was quite surly.

He's very well dressed, but I didn't particularly enjoy the dancing. We just went round and round in circles. It was making me dizzy. To top it off, he kept yelling at me, then he stepped on my foot and I had to yell at him.

It just wasn't a very nice first date. He didn't WOW me. To make matter worse, he hissed at My Feeders when they tried to be nice to him. Nobody hisses at My Feeders! Somebody needs to teach him some manners.

My Auntie Shelia is coming to visit this weekend. She's a Tall One (and occasional Substitute Feeder). Maybe she can give him some pointers.

For someone so posh looking, he's really rather rude.

Mt. Lattice: Tree Climb Training Session

2008-06-18T06:00:00.002+01:00

Today I practiced my tree climbing skills in preparation for the ascent up Mt Lattice. I approached the tree from many different angles and hung on for dear life. Luckily My Feeders have not clipped my nails in a month so they were good and sharp to grab into the tree bark. It was lots of fun!

Going up was the best part. Going down was a little more difficult. It's very scary when you look down to the ground. I have trouble seeing where to put my hind legs on the way back down. Luckily My Feeder was nearby to pluck me off the tree.

I'm going to need some more practice if I plan to scale that lattice. I wonder if Flat Face has any tips? On second thought, he's much to large haul himself up those heights. I'll have to practice on my own.

Feather On A Stick (FOAST) Hide and Seek

2008-06-17T06:00:00.000+01:00

I like it when the Feeders put the FOAST under the rug. They think they are hiding it from me. But I know it's there.

After awhile though, I get bored of it. I continue to sit and watch it in the off chance it will move on its own, like the feathers in the garden. But for some reason the indoor feathers don't move as well as the feathers outside. The feathers in the garden seem to have a battery or something in them that makes them move more. They don't have a stick either. Maybe that's what is slowing the indoor feathers down.

Can you tell I'm bored? Think I'll mentally plan my climb of Mt Lattice now.

Mt. Lattice: The planning stage

2008-06-16T09:00:00.002+01:00

Sitting at the base of Mt Latice, I plan my ascent. Would it be best to scale the north or south face? I wish Mr Squirrel was around so that I could ask him what he knows. It looks like a complicated climb.

There is a tree on the east ridge which seems like it might be a good place to start. I haven't climbed any trees before though...well that might not be entirely true. I love climbing up the back of the chair in the living room. It is tall and has old tree parts in it, so that kind of counts. But it is not a living standing tree. I will have to find another tree to climb first and hone my skills before attempting Mt Latice.

I Love My Feather on a Stick

2008-06-15T03:00:00.002+01:00

I love my Feathers-on-a-Stick! (FOAST)
Look I have 2 of them! I am lucky! I like to keep them near me as much as possible. I sit on them to make sure they don't go anywhere without me. When I can't go outside I amuse myself with them.

They keep me busy for a long time, though I'm starting to get slightly bored of them. They are fun and all, but I've found they are even more fun when My Feeders drag them around the room for me to chase! After that, it's hard to be too amused by them just sitting on the floor doing nothing. It doesn't take much hunting skill for me to capture it when it's just sitting there.

I've trained My Feeders to run round the room dragging the FOAST around. They are funny when they do that. They look like idiots! It's really quite embarrassing, but My Feeders have no shame really. They will run around, with the FOAST, hunched over making silly high pitched noises thinking that I find the feather amusing, when really I'm just sitting there laughing at them making fools of themselves. They run all over the room like a chicken with her head cut off.

Ummmm....chickens.....yum! Now where did those chicken treats go....

Oh Look, My Squirrel Friend is Here!

2008-06-14T09:00:00.002+01:00

Here I am cooped up in the house when my squirrel friend comes to visit!

Now how did he get up there?

Hey that gives me an idea...I wonder... if I could get up on the lattice too?

I bet with a little training I can climb Mt Lattice! It's been a few months since I've done any climbing. I haven't really shown My new Feeders my climbing skills. Sure I'll be a little rusty, but it's like riding a bike. You never forget how to ride once you've learned. While I'm inside I'll sharpen my nails on the sofa to prepare them for the tough expedition ahead of me. Now where are those Sherpas?

I want to go out!

2008-06-13T09:00:00.003+01:00

I haven't been very well lately so My Feeders have been reluctant to let me out a lot this week. I have a bug that hurts my bum. I went to the vet again yesterday and gave them another 'sample'. I was a brave one and only cried a little. My Feeders gave me a few chicken treats and cat milk for being such a brave little kitty.

The downside is they want to keep a closer eye on me when I go outside. I REALLY miss going outside for long stretches. I can see all my Bee friends buzzing around the Rhoddie Playground, but I can't go out and play with them. I bang on the window with my front paws with all my might, but the doors don't open.

My Feeders have hung a feather toy from the door handle to try to distract me from going out. It's only a temporary distraction though. I tug on it, it bounces up and down. Up and down, down and up. Game over. The Rhoddie Playground is beginning to fall into disrepair, and my bee friends are moving on to more exciting flower playgrounds. I wish I could join them. Maybe that window upstairs is open...

The ASBO Urban Fox

2008-06-12T09:00:00.002+01:00

The more time I spend in this place, the more I’m thinking of the neighbor’s garden as my own. I don’t particularly like to share it, particularly not with a scary fox, looking like he’s sleeping one off from the night before. He’s chosen a good spot though. I can’t blame him really. It’s a nice patch of grass he’s found to nap on. In the morning the rising sun hits that part of the grassy garden just so, and creates both a warm bed as well as an open area from which to see any approaching friends or foes. It is a favourite nap place of mine, so I understand. Because of the fox, however, My Feeders wouldn’t let me out this morning. I was really disappointed as it disrupted my routine

I don’t know why the Feeders are so surprised by this. I smell the fox’s scent in the garden a few times a week. True, I don’t usually SEE him but, Hello?, we all know there’s a family of urban foxes who yell and scream at each other a few evenings a month, usually after the local closes up. Now I’m not saying that they’ve helped themselves to the fancy gastropub’s offerings. I’m just saying that occasionally the foxes get a bit rambunctious at closing time. They’re either chavy ASBOS or just good fun and like to party. I think I’d get bullied or beat up by them though. Seriously. Like call the cops stuff.

Many of my new cat friends in the blogosphere have warned me that my pack of Bee friends can be a little two faced and stingy if I’m not careful. (I’ll continue to play with them, but will be a little more cautious about roughhousing with them.) They do have a bad temper, so I’ll try not to do anything that would make them mad at me. When I think of all the new animals I’ve met so far, Flat Face is the most promising friend. I feel bad for being so standoffish. I haven’t seen him in a few days; I hope I haven’t scared him off.

The Wood Pigeon Hunter

2008-06-11T09:00:00.002+01:00

Yesterday I got all camoflagued up and went stalking the massive Wood Pigeons in the garden. I don’t know what these things eat, but they are HUGE. They may be almost as big as me! I hope it isn’t something in the local water that makes these them so big. Either way I haven’t seen anything like them. I enjoy watching them from my bedroom window but yesterday I decided to try to stalk them properly.

I was patient and ready to take what time was necessary to catch them.

I started out hiding amongst the weeds. 20 minutes later, I had made it ½ way through the garden, crouched down through the grass in the wide open sunny air without disturbing my winged friends. Next thing I knew though, I heard my name being called. I knew it was now or never and I made a dash towards the birds. There was 10-15 feet for me to cover at a dash, which proved too much to surprise them. They saw me coming and off they flew.

I can’t believe how close I got to them without them seeing me! I was almost there! I was so angry with the Feeder that I sat on the exact spot the Pigeons had been on, turned around and glared at My Feeder. I told her off telepathically: 'You ruined it. I had them and then you had to come outside with that big old voice of yours and scare them off. And after I worked so hard. Taking 20 minutes slowly moving every muscle in my front and back legs methodically at a snails pace so I wouldn’t get detected. Crouched down as I was in the just mowed grass. It wasn't easy, but they were almost within my reach. Then they slipped through my paws.' I know she heard me. I could tell she was sorry she had ruined my fun.

I know I can get close now. They are big, and I may be small. But I am a cat and they are birds. I will get them. It’s only a matter of time.

Tips for Cats: How I Get Them To Wake Up and Feed Me

2008-06-10T09:00:00.004+01:00

Being a cat, I am a creature of habit. I like things the way I like things. Like someone with OCD, I prefer things to adhere to a particular and well thought out order. There is a time and a place for everything and I’ve developed a morning routine that is good at waking My Feeders up and getting them to do their job. The key is to train the Feeders to respond using various bit of movement, noise, charm and irritation. It goes something like this:

PHASE 1: WAKE FEEDERS UP
Difficulty Level: Low
• Wake up
• Yawn and stretch
• Meow
• Go to windowsill, check weather in garden, mentally plan morning outing
• Jump on bed, crawl over Feeders’ feet, sit on chest, meow louder.
• At this point, I usually get a stroke from a Feeder. But it’s very rare that they get up to feed me at this point.

PHASE 2: GUILT FEEDERS OUT OF BED
Difficulty Level: High
• Go downstairs, get feather-on-a-stick (FOAST)
• Bring FOAST upstairs, making sure stick hits every stair so Feeders hear the rhythmic click, click click as plastic end hits every wood stair.
• Jump up on bed with feather-on-a-stick still in mouth, drop at Feeder’s feet.
• Make Face Like Cat in Skrek
• Sit on bed for 30 sec while feeders enjoy my cuteness
• Get another back scratch and lots of praise
• Meow longer and more loudly to remind them, “It’s not a present for you, you fools. It’s a reminder that I am very cute and you need to feed me … NOW!”
• Repeat once. Then move to Phase 3

PHASE 3: BATTING PRACTICE GETS THEM ON THEIR FEET
Difficulty Level: Medium. Fun Level: High.
• Jump on dresser
• Look Feeders in the eye
• Look down at whatever item is closest to dresser edge or highest value item, whichever suits
• Look Feeders in the eye again. Tilt head. Meow. Count to 5.
• Form scoop with left paw and bat item onto floor
• Look at Feeders with an expression that says ‘Wow! Look at how that smashed into pieces when it hit the floor. That was fun!’
• Reposition myself next to second item. Look at Feeders again with face that says, ‘There’s a lot of things on this table. I’ll keep going as long as necessary.’
• Cup left paw, lift it into air wait 2 secs…(Feeders usually get up here)

Repeat until dresser is clear or Feeders get up.
If you hear the words weekend or hungover, however, you may be there awhile so settle in and have fun swinging for the fences.

Last resort: Scream into their face, paw their head, climb all over them while singing three blind mice.

Stare down at the O-Cat Corral

2008-06-04T09:00:00.007+01:00

Flat Face returned to the garden yesterday. There I was enjoying some private sun bathing while the neighbors were away and the big hairball had to come and ruin the nice zen-like oasis I had going on. Not knowing whether his intensions were naughty or nice, I retreated up on the ledge and did my best to emit an unwelcome, disinterested chill, like the kind certain female Tall Ones radiate in bars when they sense the wrong type of male Tall One contemplating an approach nearby. I didn't want to be mean. I just wanted to be left alone. But he didn't get it.

And so the stare-down commenced. He in his corner, under the table; Me on the ledge. He didn't know that just behind the weed covered Latice behind me, stood My Trusty Feeder and the safety of my flat. With this secret weapon, I was sure to prevail! So I was brave and stood my ground in the stare off. Eventually Flat Face recognised his weakness (or got bored) and decided to climb to higher ground on top of the table. Victory!

Contrary to how it may have looked, I DIDN'T run inside when My Feeder left her guard post. I was concerned for her safety. Tall Ones may be big, but they don't know how to hunt and with teeth all the same size, their terrible hisses don't scare a mouse, let alone a big hairy cat. Next time he gets close I'm going to try to ask him his name. I noticed he has to wear a collar too. Maybe we can bond over that...

It's the Bee's Knees

2008-06-03T12:28:00.004+01:00

I love bees! They are my new favourite friends. They come to the Rhododendron playground constantly throughout the day. I love watching them fly around. I can't possibly get bored when they come over to play. They are so big and buzzy, and they love to play hide and seek in the flowers. It's a fun game!

They fly in and then zoom off under the big green leaves and eventually find a hiding spot in the pink flower. I have around 30 seconds to find them before they buzz off to a new hiding spot, so I have to work quickly. Sometimes I hide behind the plant (My pink collar makes good camouflage for this game, see picture right). Other times I jump high up in the air to try to stop them from going back to their hives because the game is so much fun I don't want it to end.

I haven't actually caught one yet though. While the Bees seem pretty cool, I get the sense that they have a bad temper and would be angry if I caught them. I love our game so much it doesn't really matter! As long as the Bees keep coming back to the Rhododendron playground, I'll keep playing along.

An Intruder in the Midst

2008-05-31T09:00:00.006+01:00

I love going into the neighbor's garden. I hadn't really seen grass before. Grass is cool. I'm not the only one who likes the garden though. It gets a lot of traffic from both two and four legged 'friends': Cats, people, squirrels, foxes and birds of all kinds.

Just last week a big persian cat came by to check things out. I would have tried to make friends, but he was twice my size, which made me afraid. He also had super long hair!

He must be a fancy cat because there's no way he can keep all that hair in order by himself. My hair is on the short side of things, but it still takes me most of the day to keep in order. He must go to the salon or have fancy brush people looking after him at home. Also, something was kind of funny about his face. It was like he ran into a wall or something. I mean, it looked kind of smooshed up. I worry about that happening to me. There are wood floors in the house I live in and sometimes I go skidding around and can't stop myself. That must be what happened to him. He must have skidded face first into a wall.

I got the feeling it wasn't the last time I was going to see him. I don't blame him. There's lots of cool stuff in the garden.

I wonder if he fancied me? I am cute in my collar...

Pretty in Pink, but Prefer to be Naked

2008-05-30T12:48:00.013+01:00

I'm outside at last! It only took 20 meows and two toys dragged upstairs before they caught on. My Feeders are definitely getting better at attending to my needs with more haste, which is progress. I used to have a cat flap in my old home, but My new Feeders want to have more control of my comings and goings. They seem to think I may run away from my new home in London back to Wales...or go on a bender with Amy Winehouse's cat in Camden, as if!

So before I can be let out, I have to have my collar on. My collar is pink with diamante studs and has a small tag that says "My name is Minnie". It's also a safety device that will tell other Tall Ones where I live in case I get lost on the way back from the Hawley Arms. It is very pretty and kind of uncomfortable, but like a great pair of Christian Louboutins, I look gorgeous in it. The bright pink contrasts very nicely with my grey fur and yellow eyes and makes me look very dainty. It also has a little bell on it that, while cute, scares the gigantic wood pigeons I try to stalk in the neighbor's garden, which is somewhat problematic. I'd have much more fun and be more succssfull sneaking up on them if I weren't so noisy. So, as lovely as it is, I put up with it only because I get to go outside.

Don't get me wrong, I love accessories (especially knocking accessories off of tables ... I love the noise they make when they land on the floor and roll under a table never to be seen from again), but I don't like to personally accessorise. I don't see the need; I'm pretty enough as it is! Besides I've seen the ridiculous outfits that people in New York and Primrose Hill put their animals in. It's unbelievable. The UN should be called in or something. I mean, that is just totally humiliating.

I'm lucky though because I only have to wear the collar when I'm outside. My Feeders take it off me when I'm inside. (Sometimes they need a bit of persistent chatter to remind them it needs to be removed, but it generally comes off quickly.) Sometimes I am naughty, however, and find a way of sneaking out without my collar on ... Like the time I jumped out of the first floor window! I'm usually pretty good and My Feeders give me tasty little treats when I'm good.

If only the bell didn't let the Pigeons know where I hide, I could give My Feeders a present...

If anyone has any other example of silly costumes Tall Ones make their pets wear, please send them to me so that I can feel better for only having to wear this dastardly collar.

I've decided to take a nap

2008-05-28T19:48:00.001+01:00

Today is Wednesday. I'm not a huge fan of Wednesdays because that is the day when all my toys get put away and all my fur gets vacuumed up off the chair, bed, sofa and floor. I work so hard all week to make my flat comfortable ... and then some stranger comes in, makes a lot of noise, and ruins all my hard work so I have to start dragging my toys up and down the stairs all over again. It's kind of irritating and slightly offensive. I mean, I'm a clean cat. I'm always washing myself so I don't really see why someone else needs to clean up after me. It's embarrassing and disruptive to my normal schedule. See, I'm kind of a creature of habit. I like routines very much. I've decided to take a nap to clear my mind and plan when I'm going to start yelling to go out.

Hi, I'm Minnie

2008-05-28T19:35:00.000+01:00

I'm Minnie the cat. It has been said that I am an amazing cat. It's not me who says this, mind you, (I'm too modest to say those types of things), but my many human fans. With my beautiful British Blue coat with subtle tiger-like stripes, tiny stature (don't call me small ... I'm mini!) and my gentle nature, I tend to win people over pretty easily ... even people who don't normally like cats! This is why I'm starting a blog, so that I can share my world with you.