Advent and Christmouse

It’s nearly Christmouse!! We know when Christmouse is upon us when food smells come from the wardrobe and we also know when we get our advent calendars. I can hardly wait and nor can Morgan. Morgan is so excited that he started ripping my advent calendar apart with glee he was kicking, biting it and scratching it with his claws – it does not have a back anymore and the front is all ripped. Personally, I don’t care as long as he doesn’t eat my treats. He nearly did but it was taken away from him quickly and replaced by his own after which he slinked off as if embarrassed by his momentary loss of control or perhaps embarrassed by his failure to eat all my treats. I have been trying to be useful this year by helping them wrap the presents. I love wrapping paper – it is so crinkly and tempting to play with. I like ripping it up and then getting under it (I copied that from Morgan). So we are enjoying Christmouse very much and are very excited. I that you have a happy Christmouse – we will!!

Scooby: The Pathetic Predator

Scooby brought in a mouse. Scooby doesn’t kill his mice, he just likes to suck them so he then dropped it in Katty’s bedroom and it ran off. I could hear them scrambling around and shouting. I offered to help but they shut me out. They were in there for ages. They got a really wet fishing net from outside and tried to catch it in it. I think the mouse was a bit thick because they managed to. I saw it kicking about when they carried it outside in the net: I offered my assistance again but they locked the cat flap so I couldn’t help. Embarrassed by Scooby’s useless killing skills I brought a bird in the next day and showed him how to kill it in the kitchen that but he didn’t take the blindest bit of notice. He preferred sticking his head in a bowl of food. Alas, I’ll have to do the killing for the both of us.

Scooby's Bad Week

It has been the worst week of my life. If anything could have gone wrong it has and as I’m pawing this I am dazed and trying to get over it. I will tell you my troubles.

It all started going wrong on Monday… I got locked in the garage. I only nipped in to have a sniff round but I slipped in and a second later, bang it shut. It was very traumatic for me. 45 minutes I stayed in there. I wondered if I would ever see daylight again. It seemed an eternity before I heard Katty shouting for me. She must have heard my sad meows:

“Scooby, where are you?”

I meowed and meowed “Here Katty, please save me”

I heard her rustling around everywhere then finally I heard keys in the lock. It was music to my ears.

That night the next awful thing happened… the dreaded fireworks started. As soon as I heard the first bang my ears went back and my tail started going. I hate fireworks they frighten me. They are too loud and hurt my ears. They seem to start up every so often and don’t stop for ages and ages. Me and Morgan spend a lot of the time inside when the fireworks are going off. It scares Morgan as well you see – and if it scares Morgan it must be something to be scared of. I can still hear fireworks now and I wish they would stop.

Then the unthinkable happened on Wednesday. I got taken to the v-e-t. It was quite a shock when I was shoved into a carrier and taken in the car. I guessed I wasn’t going on holiday because when I do Morgan usually comes too and you can always hear if Morgan’s getting put in the carrier. How could Katty do this to me? First I had been shut in the garage and then my worst nightmare became a reality. Suddenly I found myself sitting in the carrier in the vets (I smelt it was the vets) staring out of my carrier at this big dog. It was huge. I cowered inside and though Katty was talking to me I couldn’t take my eyes of such a big animal. Soon I was carried in to see the vet (who I’m not on good terms with since last time I went) and I hoped the carrier would keep me safe. I gripped on to the inside whilst they tried to drag me out and in the end the top came off my world (the carrier) and I was in the vet’s domain. Prodding and poking, stinging me and putting cold things on my fur I couldn’t get back in fast enough. It was horrible horrible horrible. I sat dazed for the rest of the day wondering if I had had a nightmare. Morgan hadn’t stirred through the whole of the event lying in blissful ignorance upstairs. It’s alright for some.

Morgan's Week

5 good things that have happened this week (from the best):

1. I had the biggest chunk of chicken for tea yesterday – yum yum yum…
2. …And I got to lick out Scooby’s bowl because he was too full to eat it all!!!
3. I managed to wangle to be able to stay on the comfy bed ALL DAY on Tuesday instead of being turfed out in the morning and being stuck with the uncomfortable kitchen chairs
4. They put a litter tray in the kitchen finally so when I don’t come in until the early hours and I need the loo I won’t have to wee on the cupboard again.
5. I have officially become the resident dishwasher which means I get to lick all the dinner plates clean! I tried something new and loved it: tomato and garlic pasta sauce!
   

5 bad things that have happened this week (from the worst):

1. Scooby scared me… he came out of the house smelling of deflea potion and so I hid and went without any food all day…
2. …though when I reluctantly came in they restrained me and put it on my back anyway – yuck yuck yuck, it stank and stung!
3. I had a big fight yesterday and now have lots of scratches on my poor poor ear
4. I am getting confused. When I jump on the kitchen table I get laughed at and tickled but then yesterday I got told off and called naughty. What’s going on there?
5. I keep getting thrown out of the kitchen whilst the humans are eating but I only hang around because someone slips me food on the sly.

Morgan's presents

Katty’s fallen out with me. I don’t know why, she’s not very grateful for someone who has just been showered in gifts. I missed her you see. She disappeared for a week and I stayed in a cat hotel. Whilst I sat there next to Scooby and stared longingly outside at the birds flying by I was miffed so I figured that the only way to not let it happen again was to appease the humans and I began the day I got home. Three mice I brought them the first day I was back – none which they were thankful for so I went a step further – above and beyond the call of duty. I got her a robin (well actually 2 counting the one I got yesterday too). I had heard Katty say she liked robins as well but she didn’t seem to like the ones I bought her. So now she’s not speaking to me and she says she has fallen out with me. There really is no pleasing some.

Me and my new bed

A bed fit for a prince: Might not look like anything special but it isn't half comfy

Bed and Breakfast

I wanted to tell you about my new bed. It’s so comfy and soft and though I wasn’t very sure of it at first because it’s right on the floor and not up high but its so comfy. I get bored of my kennel you see. It’s nice for a time but I like somewhere new to settle down and this is the purrfect place. Katty wanted a photo of me on it so I could show it off to everyone but I’ve been a dirty stop-out and stayed out all night last night, the night before and the night before and no-one tells me what to do. So if you want to see a photo I will add one to my blog next time I decide to spend the night inside.

I also wanted to tell you: guess how many breakfasts I had today? 2! Mum gave me one and then Katty unaware and half asleep gave me another one. They give us really tasty food for breakfast - not like the cardboard rubbish they give us usually - so I had two helpings and Scooby only had one! Yummy scrum scrum!!

Scooby and the white and black cat

Well it was me who saw him first of course (Morgan was too wrapped up in the bird he was stalking). A white and black cat it was – not the same markings as me and not as beautiful. If I was Morgan I would have gone up hissing and spitting but I’ve got better manners so I went up and introduced myself timidly. I was a bit annoyed that this cat had entered our terrain but I don’t like confrontations or arguing so I was calm thinking I could reason with him to go away. This cat wasn’t having any of it and he started hissing and spitting at me – what a cheek it was my territory in the first place! He scared me a lot and we ended up fighting horribly. He hurt my chin which is still iced with a speck of dry blood where he stuck his claw in me. I think though, looking back, he was really more upset than me. It turns out he was lost. 3 weeks he had lost his home – 3 weeks without a proper meal! I would have starved to death after a day!
I saw him over a number of days hanging around but it all came to ahead a few days ago when our next-door-neighbours caught him in a cage. As the humans were talking I came over to the cat to empathise with his entrapment – and he had the audacity to hiss and spit at me again!! Well now he has all but disappeared… they say he was taken home which is both good for him and good for me – least things can now get back to normal (if there is such a thing in our house).

Solved: The Mystery of Morgan's Fluffy

Well that’s that puzzle solved – no more fluffy’s for Morgan. I look at him licking himself after his tasty meal and wonder why he thinks that a fluffy craft pom pom (pictured left compared to a 2p coin) is food! He has loved them for a while now and I often wondered why after giving him one it disappeared. Time and time again I brought them back from town and loved to see the way he played with them and growled at you when you came near. They only cost 6p and it made me smile how he preferred them any day to a cat tree – simple pleasures I thought. He would throw them in the air and run around with them sticking out his mouth – I put a video on the page a few months ago when he was going mad with this ball. Funnily enough, however, they never seemed to last long. We just thought they were getting stuck under somewhere (although I had looked everywhere and couldn’t even find them). It didn’t even enter my head that he could have swallowed them and if anyone had suggested it I would have laughed out loud – why would he? So when I watched in astonishment as he lay there and swallowed it in front of my eyes I couldn’t believe it. I can’t imagine they taste particularly nice but he obviously thought so – or perhaps he’s just a bit nutty.

Scooby's Birthday

It was my birthday on the 16th! That’s what the humans said anyway. Now I’m 4 (well actually 25 in my years so I'm older than Katty!!). Katty was spoiling me rotten: cheese, chicken and this posh meal (which in all honesty I didn’t really like I just choked it down to please her). I had fun though it got a bit worrying when they all started their annual caterwauling contest and so I bolted out the cat-flap to get away from them. They then kept putting this cake that was on fire in front of me and so I posed obediently not knowing what it was all about. The best part of the day was the presents – you should have seen what I got: treats, 2 gourmet meals, catnip, chicken treats, milk and a ball with a bell!! All for me!! I am so lucky. I leave you with the photos of me with my booty and me looking apprehensively on as my cake burns.

The Evening Encounter with Mr Squirrel

It was really exciting. I was outside minding my own business mulling around – well actually I was playing cat-and-mouse with Katty who wanted me to go to bed – and I heard a massive bang and scrabbling over the road. I ran to the roadside, my senses going into overtime. Morgan was chasing a smaller creature (whose identity I couldn’t work out straight away but it turned out it was a squirrel) across a shed and along the fence over the road. The squirrel then jumped from the fence onto this telegraph pole and scampered up it. Morgan sat at the bottom looking incensed that he to could not climb that high. The squirrel just stood vertical clinging on to the pole with all its might when I, in want of a closer look slunk over there and sat a bit behind Morgan so as not to prevent him continuing his attack. Morgan sat there like he could have stayed there all night when he relaxed his body onto the cold road. I too would have kept a vigil until the squirrel was forced down to meet his match however Katty wasn’t having any of this pussyfooting around and you should have seen Morgan’s riled glare as he got picked up and taken inside just after I received the same fate. I slept well after the evening encounter and needless to say dreamt about squirrels.

Morgan's Worst Day

Friday was the worst day EVER… ok maybe not ever but they took me to the V-E-T-S. I tried to put up the biggest fight when they had trapped me and were attempting to push my bottom into the cat carrier. I grabbed on to anything in reach (which turned out to be Mum’s skin) and clung onto it for dear life “noooooooo” I wailed. I only managed 7 minutes of struggling with Mum and Katty (my record is an hour and a half so I was quite disappointed). When they have you in that carrier there is nothing you can do you see. They can take you ANYWHERE. I was quite despondent in the car and when I was taken out I was carried into that place I smelt The Smell. I was at the vets.

They prod you and poke you; they pull open your mouth and your eyes; they stick things in you… I tried to get off the table but no such luck. Instead I stood there helplessly being held by Katty. As soon as they put the carrier back on the table I couldn’t get in there quick enough. “I’m safe at last.”

Home has never smelt so sweet before. I had to lie down and take it all. I refused to talk to anyone and Scooby had run off when he saw the carrier so I sat and sulked. I only managed to sulk for awhile before I smelt another smell, a much much much more appealing smell – FISH! I got up and jumped on the cupboard hungrily, unsurprisingly Scooby appeared. Lovely, lovely fish. My favourite. I ate the whole bowl in less than a minute. I think I deserved it much more than him.

Scooby's Week

3 bad things that have happened this week:

• I got de-flead. Now Morgan and me stink of chemicals and I feel I have to reconsider my relationship with Mum.
• I got conned. Katty persuaded me to jump through this big blue hoop by putting a treat under my nose. When I had got through the hoop and was about to claim my treat Morgan came and bit my side and so I had to run after him to get him back. Consequently I didn’t get my reward.
• I got left downstairs one night because I was too late coming in. To add insult to injury I ended up downstairs with Morgan.

3 good things that have happened this week:

• I got some mackerel in tomato sauce. I’m not a great fish lover myself unlike Morgan, however this was divine
• I got my dinner before Morgan got his. I am usually the last to eat because Morgan always jumps on the cupboard and sticks his face in the bowl.
• I got a big cuddle from Katty.

Hoops, treats and trespassers

I think they want me to do something but I am not quite sure what it is. At 4.30 every afternoon Katty keeps tempting me with my favourite treats and then making me walk through a hoop to get it. She doesn’t like it when I walk round it or under it because she doesn’t give me my treat. It’s a bit odd but it’s best to go along with the humans and humour them, they can’t help being purr-culiar. If there's a treat in it than I'm there! Scooby’s afraid of the hoop but then he would be because he’s a wimp.
I had the BIGGEST shock of my life yesterday: another cat came into MY garden. I went mad “get you and your smell out of MY garden” I hissed. I hate it when other cats burgle my gardens. I’ve already had Scooby gatecrashing three years ago and have only just about got used to him. I’d never seen this cat before but you can’t take any chances with them… this area ain’t big enough for the three of us and I was here first.

Training the Untrainable?

It has been so long since we last posted but that it because Morgan and Scooby have been doing hardly anything apart from enjoying the sun! They have gone back into 'summer mode' where Morgan gets me up at 6.30 for his breakfast and they both stay out for a larger portion of the day. Scooby still has his trademark behaviour of "in, out, in, out" but less often and Morgan disappears. I had imagined him having "magical adventures" however that turned out to be wrong when I opened one of our upstairs windows and found him lying on the shed roof basking in the sun. In you haven’t seen Morgan
Taking inspiration from my friend Mima who is taking her Digby to dog agility lessons; I have decided that I am going to train Morgan and Scooby. Doing what you ask… eating politely? Not jumping on the tables? No, er, jumping through a hoop. Morgan’s first and I’ve already started on him. I wonder whether I will be able to. I’ll keep you posted…

A Very Eventful Day

Today it is really miserable. I have been lying in all day or looking outside the window, mourning for the sunny day that never was. Instead of Morgan’s monotonous moaning however, I am going to tell the story of a really eventful day last week…
It started with me being sick. I gobbled up my breakfast so fast I had just swallowed it when it reappeared. Just like that! I still felt a bit queasy and was wallowing over my lost breakfast outside when Scooby bought a bird. Yes, you did read it right… SCOOBY BROUGHT A BIRD!! I jumped up, my sickness disappearing and watched the action unfolding in front of my eyes. The humans had jumped to attention as soon as they had seen and starting following Scooby who disappeared into the conifers. Katty ran in the conifers (and so did I) and managed to get Scooby though the bird escaped from his grasp and so I leapt onto it. Though I then realised that what I thought was the bird was actually a couple of leaves. Katty was searching desperately for the poor bird and so was I. Who was going to get there first… Katty did. She picked the bird up – I could hear it squawking from inside her hands – and put it in the sort of bags that she gets my food out of sometimes. Then she grabbed me and Scooby and locked us inside the house. Yes, you read that right too. She locked the cat flap and stopped us getting out. She sort of apologised when she came in but it was hard to take her seriously given that she had lots and lots of conifer in her hair and on her clothes. Even though she did apologise she didn’t let us out! We waited… it must have been an hour until she let us out. We tried to follow the scent of the bird but it went faded away in the conifers.
I felt quite niggled that I hadn’t managed to get a bird that day and Scooby had. It’s not very good for my pride so it became my aim for the day to put on up on him. And get one up on him I did… nearly. I got a bird. I raced through the conifers: “look at me, look at, look what I have.” I was so proud. I ran so fast the humans couldn’t catch me and I went somewhere they could see me but not touch me. Unfortunately however I let go of the bird that I thought was dead just to rest my jaws. Sadly for me though the bird (obviously not dead) took its chance and flew off. I tried to make chase but I was grabbed from behind and brought in. I was very angry. The cat flap was locked to give the bird a chance to get away and I was stuck inside for the second time that day… though I did get some lovely meat which kind of made up for the loss of the bird but again my pride was dented.
Since then I have caught one bird and three mice though so I've recovered my Top Cat status.

Weather, make your mind up!

I was really enjoying the warmth last week but then it decided to go cold again. It doesn't matter to me, either way I'm sleeping whether its upstairs in my warm snug bed or laying outside stretched out sunbathing. So as we have not been doing much there is not much we can get up to so I'll leave you this week with a picture of me stretched out in the sun.

When Morgan went missing

I thought I had upset Morgan. A few days ago we were play fighting me and him outside. We were running around mad as ever chasing each other and in my play I careered into this metal ‘thing’ they have outside. They say this ‘thing’ is to give the birds a bath in but we don’t have birds in our garden anymore because Morgan ate them all. It fell over, clanking on the ground and gave Morgan a bath. I leapt in the air with the sound and the fright of wondering what Morgan would do to me and ran inside however I did see a very wet, unimpressed and very shocked Morgan licking himself a few minutes later. It seemed all that was hurt was his pride. So when Morgan went ‘missing’ a day later I was a bit sorry to miss him. It worried me that it was my fault no-one had seen him all day. It was a bit strange. For once there was no-one waiting with me for the humans to come home. Then there was no-one to push out the way so I could eat his dinner; no-one to sniff my nose as I came to through the cat-flap or to eye me up when I walked in a room. It definitely wasn’t like usual and the others were getting a bit worried too. As it was getting dark we went for a ‘Morgan hunt’ round the block. Whilst the humans looked with their eyes I studied each smell and noise. It scared me a bit going where I had never been before but I stayed with Katty and knew she’d protect me though I got really scared with those cars that roar past and sometimes ran under cover. After a while we went back in the house and I tried to settle down on the chair by the cat flap but couldn’t relax so I pestered the humans for some dinner and then after nourishing myself I went out in the dark and looked for him. Well they could at least have told me he came back. There I was risking life and limb and he had come in minutes after I had gone outside. It turns out he got locked in the garage that I got locked in when I went missing. He came back about the time I came back when I got locked in there all those moons ago. And to think that I thought for a moment that the reason was gone was because I gave him a bath!

Birthday Cakes and Easter Eggs

Do you like my photo's of me? Finally I've put them up after all that pussyfooting around on Katty's part (obviously not mine). I had a party which, for the 2 minutes I was in there, was very good and my cake smelt lovely though the Easter Egg that I was given (it was forgotten at Easter) was even better. Gorgeous catnip flavour, I was only allowed a bite until those humans hid it away in the Food Cupboard (I've tried getting in there but to no success) though I was a bit miffed because Scooby got his own and whose birthday was it? Not his.

4 Today!!

You’ll never guess what – today I’m 4!! Happy birthday to me!! I bet you can’t believe it. I got up this morning when I heard the humans come down (I chose to sleep in the kitchen last night because I was too busy to come in as I was chasing birthday mice). I thought something was different but I couldn’t quite put my paw on it – then all the humans kept saying “happy birthday Morgan” and giving me lots of attention. Suddenly all the humans began caterwauling in my ear. I jumped in the air a mile, gobbled up my breakfast and made way for the door – it could only have been my birthday! When they got back they gave me my delicious milk just the way I like it and I lapped it up, with all the attention that was being lavished on me. I was wondering all day what they could have got me because on my birthday they like to spoil me lots and when they got back and placed a mat down which was strangely identical to the one upstairs which I love I realised that was my gift – a blue bath mat! I love that bath mat upstairs and they told me they got it to put in my kennel at night. They gave me some treats but the best treat of the day was – you’ve guessed it – fresh fish. Yummy scrummy, fresh fish. Here I am now pawing this having just finished feasting on my fish – Scooby wanted some but I said no. My party is tomorrow and I am really looking forward to all that cake. I will put my party pictures on tomorrow with my birthday pictures, but so far I will just put a picture on of me on my mat!!

Cold feet

Look at the snow! Scooby doesn’t like it (though he is a bit of a wimp) but I love it – it’s all cold and tasty. I was worried at first because the whole grass had turned white and I thought something bad had happened but then I remembered last year. I was a bit cautious after I had summoned my humans to open the cat flap and let me loose just in case the white carpet swallowed me up when I stepped on it but now I haven’t stopped frolicking in it. Though as I paw this into the computer it is melting fast and the sun has come out so I have to go and make the most of it. See you!

What a fortnight!

I knew something was happening when the suitcase appeared, but 'oh no' said Scooby, 'they're just getting us out some fun things to hide in' - last time I believe him! I saw the cage out and I KNEW I was doomed but it was too late - they had locked me in. I kicked and I growled, I meowed and I spat but once they have you there is no getting away. A week I spent with Scooby in a little hotel room, very well looked after I must say and it flew by in a matter of cat naps. Scooby came and curled up with me though and I didn't have much choice, I was stuck with him though luckily this time he didn't eat all my food! We had only seemed to have got back 5 minutes and Katty disappeared again amongst a bit of a kerfuffle. Did I miss her? Well YES because no more night time treats for me. I decided to spend 2 nights in the kitchen because continuous enclosure with Scooby does get a bit much after a while. I am now hoping (paws crossed) that things will settle down now she's back, perhaps even go back to normal but I might be asking too much as there is nothing such as normal in our house!

A mouse living in MY house

I can still smell it now… sometimes under the fridge, other times under the cooker, but I know it’s there. It’s driving the humans mad and Morgan’s lost all interest in it even though he was the one who brought it in. You guessed it… a mouse. It’s been here a week now. I think he’s making it his home. They have tried to get it out by placing cheese on the floor near where they thought it was but I got there first. Then they put down a trap at night. It won’t hurt him, just contain him until we come down after sleeping so the humans can get him out and put him back in the hedge away from Morgan’s claws. But apparently they say he’s a bit of a clever mouse. Not only does he avoid all traps, even when baited with cheese (he must have willpower) he also seems to like Easter Eggs and tomato and has a knack for jumping up on cupboards. This mouse has got even me purrplexed!

Where we have been...

One moment its sunny, then its windy, then its rain... I wish the sky would make its mind up! I've given up guessing what it is going to be now so I've started round-the-clock sleeping. The humans thought my legs had dropped off first but I showed them they hadn't when I heard the fridge open or a tasty aroma slipped up the stairs into my room.

Funny things have been happening round here recently - a big hole appeared in the wall, so now Scooby can't hide and jump on me when I'm running upstairs. Also a lot of strange people keep coming round - to see me? - so its really exciting.

Its worn me out thinking about all this. Sorry it has been so long anyway!

Three Live Mice!

I only wanted to introduce him to the family. A mouse I found and knowing that I’m supposed to do something with mice (I couldn’t quite remember what), and making up for the lack of mice at Christmouse I decided to familiarize him with them. They weren’t very pleased and wouldn’t let me or Morgan in the kitchen for ages and when I did go back in, the mouse was nowhere to be seen and hiss smell was waning so I lost interest and went to bed.
The next day Morgan copied me and brought in a mouse, Katty just came in and he was sitting there with a very pleased Morgan. I missed the excitement because I was outside playing but they managed to get him off the mouse. However, the excitement came again when I was upstairs resting my head. Katty was fussing me and suddenly we both heard the commotion; “Morgan’s got another mouse!” I jumped up and ran downstairs to the source of the shouting: a disgruntled mum and dad with a crazed Morgan who was trying to get away with a very frightened mouse. The frightened mouse was got by mum who picked him up and it seemed the mouse was so frightened that he ran up her sleeve to find refuge. For some reason mum did not like this and proceeded to squirm and the very frightened mouse seemed to make mum very frightened. I was in awe as I have never seen a mouse take like that to a human, I thought they were as frightened of them as they are of us but it appears I was mistaken, the mouse took very well to mum (I’m not a big fan of mum because she likes to ‘de-flea’ me and shove tablets down my throat). Unfortunately mum didn’t have the same affection for the mouse and scrambled outside screaming whilst the mouse proceeded to run all over her body. At this point I could go no further as my flap had been locked. However, I got a good view out from the kitchen window and mum continued to try to locate him. Once she found him she cupped her hands around him and carefully placed him back in the hedge so he could hopefully find his family.
The excitement tired me out but still, it was so much fun I hope Morgan brings a mouse home to play with again!

The One That Got Away

When Morgan goes out hunting it usually means the end of a life for some poor being so on Sunday when he brought his prey in our garden again it seemed no different. On second glance though the victim wasn't a tiny dormouse or inexperienced bird, it was a pigeon. Almost as big as him, for once Morgan gave up a fight as soon as he saw the eyes looking at him in horror from the house. This is very strange for feisty Morgan as he is not one for giving up but he did, and unusually walked in the house and went to lie down on the chair and went to sleep. In our house through bitter experience we have a drill we carry out whenever we discover a living casualty within our boundaries and this time was no different; get both Morgan and Scooby in, lock the cat flap, go out and see the injuries, put something over them to protect it whilst it recovers from shock however more often than not with Morgan's victims the shock or injures killed them within minutes. Not this pigeon though. His (I'll call it a him for the sake of argument) chest and beak had blood on them but he was breathing (always a good sign). This pigeon must have been a fighter because two hours later he was in the same place and still breathing. How long can you look at a shocked, injured bird in front of your eyes and do nothing about it? As he had managed to fight this long we concluded he had a better chance than most and so we decided to take him to the RSPCA as in our mind it was the only chance that he would live. So there we drove with the casualty in a cardboard box hoping against hope that the car journey wouldn’t distress him more (though I figured that there wasn’t anything more distressing than being in between Morgan’s claws) and there we left him no more at the mercy of nature, rather that of compassion.
We wondered about what fate had befallen him for the next few days as it was made plain that they would do everything to ensure his recovery as long as his wings wasn’t broken in which case he would be shown dignity in putting him to sleep. This made sense as, after all the whole point of a pigeon is that they can fly, it’s the purpose of a bird’s life. On Wednesday we phoned them. Holding our breath we waited for the outcome. I hardly believed it true when we were told that the pigeon had recovered and been released.
So there we have it, one of the very few beings that have survived Morgan’s claws and teeth. I wonder where he is now. Is he telling all his ‘friends’ about his trauma and miraculous escape, or perhaps though not forgetting it, accepting it as part of his daily struggle to survive. In any case, I am glad that he is here to tell the story if he chooses.

Musical Chairs

Scooby has stolen my sleeping spot again! I am not happy at all. I have my place, he has his place and so when I tiredly trundled upstairs to my pad ready for a nap and Scooby was there I couldn’t believe my eyes. Scooby must have heard me as he raised his head sluggishly saw it was me and went back to sleep again. That was it. No explanation, no apology, nothing. So now I have to tolerate the hard windowsill. If that wasn’t bad enough I came in when the humans were out (so the doors were shut and we could only go in the kitchen) and Scooby was sat licking himself on my throne! How dare he? Have I told you about my throne? It’s a big chair in the kitchen where I can relax if I come in late one night. They put it especially there for me but Scooby’s nicked it. Now it has his whiff and his fleas on it, it isn’t special for me anymore and I have to eat on the cold kitchen chairs. I am getting to the end of my feather.