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.

Christmouse (without the mouse)

That thing happened; the thing which humans call Christmouse. I got the first whiff of it when a tree appeared in our house! I couldn’t believe it. Then all these nice smells started coming from cupboards and the humans seemed very busy doing this or that – sometimes they were late giving me my dinner. The last part of this puzzle came to a head when Katty hung these strange things up on the door and I realised Christmouse had come and this kind human called Santa Paws was going to bring me some food in the night. Well I couldn’t sleep for a few minutes but then tiredness got the better of me and I awoke on Christmouse Day. Christmouse made up for this human slacking as I got all these nice treats and they gave me ham, turkey (which I haven’t had for ages), CATNIP (yum yum). Though the only thing that was slightly purr-plexing for me was there was no mouse. Anyhow that scrummy food… its making my mouth water as I write about it… got rid of my mystification as afterwards I was so full I fell asleep. I have put up my pictures of mine and Morgan’s stocking (can you work out whose is whose?) and then me eating my Christmouse dinner (ham).

The Tail of the Rat Catcher

I’ve been bursting to tell you this all week now. You never guess what I caught… a rat! It was so big but I caught it and killed it and took it home with me to prove it. I even wanted to put a picture of it on here so you would see it but Katty said no (I think she thought that you would be jealous). You should have seen their faces when I brought it through the flap and presented it on the floor – they were speechless. I sat next to its body pride radiating from my face. After a moment of silence they started squealing in delight. I soaked in the glory for a few seconds before heading off to the front room to tell Dad leaving the commotion behind me. Dad was ogling the crinkly paper so I went and lay on it upside down to bask in my glory and received an admiring tickle. When I had absorbed all the praise I could I waltzed in the kitchen and saw my prize gone. I’m sure they put it in my memory box to treasure for years to come.

Also this week I have been getting a sniff of the Christmouse. I have a suspicion that it is coming again. Not only have I been having lots and lots of catnip EVERY DAY (an Advent calendar?), the Christmouse paper has been out for me to play with and then they have put sparkly string (which they call tinsel) everywhere for me to chew. I have been watching all my humans very closely and there is certainly something going on. I’ll keep you posted.

A Dog's Dinner

Do I look like a dog? Last time I looked at my beautiful face and soft fur in the mirror (I love looking at myself in the mirror and purr very loudly when I do) I didn’t, so why did I end up eating dog food? Well it tasted good and it reminded me of my kittenhood when I was accidentally fed dog food then too. Scooby had scoffed all the cat food and so seeing my famished face staring pitifully at the empty bowl Dad gave us some out the garage. Unfortunately he didn’t look at the picture (of the dog) on the front so he put it in my bowl. It was only when Katty came home that she saw dog food in the bowl I was eating that the truth was discovered. I look bewildered as she took it from under my nose
Hey, I was eating that!
But then my nose told me something better was going to be placed before me so, instead of waiting I jumped on the cupboard and follow my nose until I found the smell
Hurry up, I’m hungry
And ate out the pouch she was putting out – I prefer eating out the pouch it gets in your stomach quicker! I think I prefer the pouch to dog food any day.

Things that go bang in the dark

Something’s happening out there that’s getting me all scared. Scooby isn’t worried, he got all upset about it on Saturday but the novelty’s worn off for him and he’s gone back to sleep. It’s the bangs that keep happening – big loud noises they are and they go on and on and on until late, stop for a while and then start all over again. I worry now when it gets dark and have spent the evening sitting on my new chair in the kitchen not being able to settle wondering what is going to follow. Katty said tonight I wouldn’t have to worry about them but they have come back. Why did she say that? The humans don’t seem very concerned – though they often seem to have hearing defects so that’s probably why. I hope it stops soon; I crave the night time hunting that I like to do and I want to be able to go to sleep without not being able to completely relax. There's some phoney bird sounds coming out of that box on the cupboard which are supposed to help me relax they say but there is only 1 way I can relax and that's if the bangs stop.

V-E-Ts and egg in my face

If anyone has had such an awful week it is me and I need to get it off my chest before I take it out on my brother. It was going ok until two days ago when I started smelling a rat. Not a real rat of course because if it had been Morgan would have caught it but a rat in the form of a locked cat flap. From that moment I tried to open it I knew I was doomed. I ran around the house from front door to window trying to escape knowing what was coming next. It didn't take long before the cage appeared. I tried to fight my way out of the clutches of human hands until I got thrown into the cage and I admitted my defeat. I cannot tell you what happened next, it makes me shiver now. THAT word that they use to describe that scary place... V-E-T. I survived the experience but how I don't know, it must have been down to bravery on my part - smelling all those foreign smells and seeing those dogs. It's enough to give me nightmares. That was two days ago now and I thought yesterday would be better. No such luck. It was really noisy last night it was banging away outside really loud. It worried Morgan as well. For once he got to bed on time with no fuss - he was in bed before me! That's never happened before from what I can remember. But that was after the disaster at teatime. Hold your breath... they gave me egg for my dinner. EGG! Yuk. Morgan eats it but they forget that I don't. I hate it. Detest it in fact. I tell them every week I don't like it but they still give it to me. I circled round the table twice and then showed them what it smelt like by pretending to bury it like I do my poo and then tucked in because it was that or nothing and my stomach was complaining that I had not eaten for an hour. I felt very hard done to and thought my last few days were the worst a cat has ever had. I hope it gets better or I might just stay in hibernation.

Morgan's miffed

It's not been a very good week for us. Scooby's refusing to talk to anyone (except at meal times) and I have done my fair share of moaning. Our friends have disappeared so it is no more chicken for us in the morning. I keep going everyday lots and lots to see if the have reappeared but they have not and as every day goes by I am getting more and more despondant. I can't understand why the have left us and if they had to go why didn't don't they come back every morning to give us our chicken? We are so hard done to. After I get up early to see if they have come back I go and stand by their door and meow and meow at the same volume I have to do in the morning so Katty wakes up so it is very loud and still that isn't waking them. Scooby had taken it badly and gone into almost permanant hibernation until they come back and I don't blame him. The humans tell me they have gone on holiday well I want them to come back!

Animal Welfare Week

As Animal Welfare Week draws to an end I look over how I have been spoiling myself and looking after my welfare. I stayed out all day all week catching 2 mice each day instead of 1, I nabbed Scooby's chicken one day and got lots of treats, thinking about it though I do all those things anyway!

Hibernating

You perhaps wonder why I we haven’t posted for awhile; the fact is that I have been hibernating. As soon as it got cold I decided to hibernate (a word told to me only hours before). The philosophy of hibernating fits me perfectly: sleeping throughout the winter non-stop. Morgan tried hibernating but after 6 hours wanted to go out again. I am successful at it though I get up sporadically to refuel to keep myself warmer.

Scooby Save's the Day

Katty says I have to be truthful when I write this blog – well the title is truthful, I am a hero just inadvertently. I bet you were expecting a story of immense bravery perhaps me saving a mouse Morgan was molesting or me getting in through the cat flap, getting the key and faithfully bringing them to the front to the locked out humans. I could conjure up a story but no, she said I had to tell the TRUTH. So here is THE TRUTH. A couple of nights ago around 8pm I was frolicking about by the side of the house hypnotised by the night aroma that seems to make me hyperactive (it has a deeper affect on Morgan, you get him frog-jumping on the grass but that is another story). Suddenly a loud noise made me jump and I ran out by the side to Dad who was puffing smoke into the air as he does at night (it affects him too).
“What you up to Scooby?” He spoke after a moment quite loudly as he does (it nearly bursts my eardrum his voice does!).
I purred “It wasn’t me” and this time it really wasn’t.
We put the incident behind us and I barely thought about it all night and through the next day; it faded into insignificance. The next day passed in a blur of sleep, food and endless meanders in the garden until early evening when Katty came up to me as I was sleeping soundly in my room.
“Scooby” she whispered as she entered my room, I felt the rush of warm air as she came towards me, paired with her smell; “you’re a hero.”
Tell me something I don’t know.
It transpired (she also tells me some humans are very busy so not to go on about insignificant details) that the loud noise that scared me the other night was actually some naughty human trying to get in some other humans house and territory. By bounding up to Dad and Dad speaking to me in his loud voice scared the bad humans away! I was very proud of my role in the stopping of this break-in however I also have sympathy for the naughty humans because whenever I try and walk in people’s houses they always stop me too (except for a few nice people) when I only want a sniff around. Saying that however when Boss from down the road tries to sit on MY garden it gets me angry so I understand both sides.
Below is a picture of me basking in my HERO status, also just in case you forgot what I looked like!

Keeping 'em sweet

There is nothing like getting toady to a human. They think you love them – well perhaps I do a bit – but it serves the cat no end to keep them sweet. In return for your ‘affection’ you get meals-on-demand, tickling-on-demand, treats, a warm bed… the list is endless. They call it manipulation. I call it Feline Sense.