Tuesday, July 29, 2008

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.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

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.

Monday, July 14, 2008

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.

Monday, July 07, 2008

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.