busy bee

Well it's been ages since I last had the opportunity to update my blog, but I've been away rather a lot you see! When I was last able to write, I told you about the fairy that had come to my house and was sitting on top of the christmas tree. Well my sisters and I were fearful that she may try to take over the house and so kept on beating her up, dragging her up the stairs ans conducting hunting practice on her.....she eventually was so trashed that she had to go in the bin!

We all then went to this place called the cattery. It was lovely, there was a really nice lady called Marie who fed us, changed our litter trays, stroked and brushed us and talked nicely to us. Me Pix Lo and Oscar my bedt friend from round the corner shared one palace and Molly who I kind of tolerate now and Dennace shared the other. I missed mummy, but she came back for me and took me to stay at other mummy's house. She said something about having a dog to stay and that we wouldn't like it.

When we were at oscar's house, molly and Dennace were very naughty. they were chasing each other around like mad things when mummy came to feed us. They proceeded to knock this big glass board thing onto the tiled floor and it smashed into millions of pieces! mummy looked shocked and I was scared!

We then went back to the cattery for a few more days and then I went home. I really missed mummy and followed her around like a shadow!

I was so jealous last week, Pixie went to see the vet. it's not fair, I love the vet! she came back with a shaved patch on her side and a funny funnel like hat! she was really cross and kept pulling it off so mummy had to take her back to the vet again. I remember when Lola had a similar operatioh, she was such a good girl and didn't pull her hat off like naughty Pixie!

We then went back to other mummy's house again because mummy said something about decorating! I don't know what she meant but she said it smells funny and we wouldn't like it. Nanny and grandad also came to stay and they brought their yelow thing with four legs and a tail so we couldn't really stay at home.

We were all really bad at other mummy's house, got gate fever and all together plotted to get out of the cat flap. Lola ran away though but Pixie and I were tricked into going inside. Other mummy waved some tuna at us....I love tuna! thought I'd go in for some but as soon as we got inside we were locked in and the tuna was putin the fridge! not fair!

TRAPPED

When Lola had done her bunk, she went home, she told me but because of the yellow thing and the smell of the paint she got sared. She crawled under the kitchen cupboard through a gap a the bottom and decided to wait until the yellow thing had gone. This didn't work though as grandad screwed the bottom bit back on the cupboard and nobody noticed that Lola was under there....she can be as quiet as a mouse sometimes! She was stuck for hours and because she only mewls very quietly mummy didn't hear her. She did eventually hear the bell on her collar though and dismantle dthe cupboard to let her out. Lola was very scared and very hungry. I don't like the dark and I would have cried if that had been me!

We are all going home on Saturday evening. lola says it looks and smells very different now, I wonder what it is like!

the battle of the fairies

It's been a very busy week for me, I've been contemplating life and my beauty, hence no updates for a while.

Mummy has gone a little strange, she brought a flashing tree into the house on Saturday, it's all different colours and it's very pretty....like me. I sat and watched it flash for ages and tried to tap it but got shouted at! There are also some very pretty bright stars in the window, my window where I sit and watch the world go by. I like having my window lit up.

The thing I didn't like though was the most tacky fairy you have ever seen. Mummy put it on top of the tree and it really looks stupid! I don't like sharing my house with another fairy! I'm the only fairy in the village after all, so I tried to kill it!

Mummy has also started giving me and my sisters lovely catnip treats every day. She get them out of this thing she calls an advent callender and they are so delicious! I try to fight my sisters for them but Lola, oh meak and mild one that she pretends to be really becomes a bit of a strumpet when they are given to us! She flings herself onto her back and writhes around the floor in ecstassy! how common and basic is that?

We also had chicken for dinner last night, it was lovely!

Why is nobody commenting on my blog, don't they like me?

the drugs don't work, they just make you grumpy

I've had a very traumatic weekend so far,I just wish my mum would go back to work and leave me alone!

Yesterday, much to mine and my sisters' disgust, she fed us disgusting tablets! I remember, this thing happens every few months where she chases one or other of us around the house, pins us in a head lock and tries to force our mouths open and feed grim tablets down our throats! I think I'd rather eat worms!!

Well, anyway, when it was my turn, she grabbed me, turned me upside down and I was trying to kick, scratch, bite and do whatever I could to make her go away but she just wouildn't! I kept spitting it out but she kept putting it back and I was dribbling all this pink froth everywhere! I even tried hiding it under my tongue or in my lips and getting rid of it when she wasn't looking, but still that didn't work! and she tells people she's blind! blind my arse!!

When it was Pixie's turn though, she didn't complain as much as me, but she's never had these tablets before......she was really sick everywhere later although i'm not sure if that was the wormer or because Dennace came to visit and kept trying to rape her! I was very jealous of this and thought he might at least give me some sexual attention, but alas, he didn't! he waa just strutting around the house grumbling and crooning!

Lola hid in the spare room to try to get away from the dreaded medicine but mummy found her. I think lola fought her own corner though, as mummy did come out covered in scratches and bites, and by the sounds of the the noises Lola was making I bet mummy was a bit scared!! serves her right!!

THen, because pixie had been sick anywhere none of us got any dinner and I was starving this morning. I could have faded away into nothing, developed malnutrition even! it's not fair!!

the value of diversity

As you can see from the picture of me on the right, my mummy bought me a present from the pet shop; a very pretty pink gay feather boa! don't I look magnificent in it? I'm so glad that my mummy is a follower of all things diverse and allows me to celebrate my sexuality with pride! The only trouble is, the feathers keep falling out but there you go! I love to mince around the house, my boa around my body purring and admiring my beauty!

Today I went visiting

Mummy is a dirty rotten stop out! last night, she went somewhere, dressed up all nice and didn't come home until after midnight! she didn't bother feeding me or my sisters before she went, so we were all starving by the time she deigned to come home! I mean, how thoughtless is that?

As a result, she overslept this morning and didn't give us our breakfast until almost ten o'clock! yes, i know, we were fed late so what's the big deal you ask, but that's not the point! you know what i said about myself before, i am always thinking of my stomach and where my next meal is coming from!

She got the hoover out then, and i really hate that, it disturbs my sleep and means i have to keep moving from one chair to the next in case she tried to get me with it.

Afte she had done all that cleaning stuff she pretends she loves to do on sundays, she decided to visit other mummy for a coffee as she had run out of milk. Then for some strange reason, she decided to take me with her. She carreid me round there in her arms af if i was some bloody dog or something! she wouldn't let me go and i wanted to sniff the trees as we went past. i didn't like the cars, they were scary and then there was the main road. it made me want to cry!

We got to other mummy's house and then i had to deal with the Dennis again! i don't mind him as i said, but they wouldn't let me play in the garden in case i ran away or got lost or something, i mean, as if! So all the others were out playing and i was in with mummy and other mummy. I didn't mind this as i got lots of fuss and some ham...i love ham!

Molly came in then and we had a little hiss and growl at each other and i got shouted at for being grumpy and unfriendly. it's not my fault if i'm sulky is it? I then got ar ide in the yellow peril home which i like, except i kept losing my balance and nearly falling over.

That was the extent of my weekend, but at least i got to see my oscar!

when a cat comes calling

I couldn't believe it yesterday, mummy usually leaves for work at about 20 past 7 in the morning, leaving me and my sisters in peace to play outside or, in my case, just to sleep on the armchair in peace all day. Not only did she get up late and feed us later than usual grr, but she also came home early! She caught me out, I like to create this illusion you see, that I spend a tiring and energetic day playing with my friends and chasing leaves. where did she find me? yep, in the exact spot on the armchair where she'd left me only a few hours earlier!

The advantage of her coming home early though was that she put the central heating on and let me into the spare bedroom. In there, my favourite room in the house, the bed is situated right next to the radiator, so I can just curl up right by the warm patch and go to sleep....blis!!

I was most perturbed later however when we had visitors. sometimes, when mummy goes away she makes me go and visit my other mummy. I don't mind that very much because other mummy and i have a very special relationship. The thing is, which I find difficult to understand, is that other mummy has cats too and I don't get 100% of her attention. I don't like this! Anyway, I like seeing my Oscar and Molly and I have reached this kind of understanding, but then there's Dennis. He looks a bit like my Pixie which is a bit confusing and he tried to play with me which i don't like.

Well, as I was saying before i got distracted, last night, other mummy came to visit for dinner and she brought the dennis with her! Then Dennis and pixie got all overexcited and were playing fighting and chasing each other everywhere and really it was just sooo boring and predictable! He then tried to eat my dinner and i didn't like this at all! mummy removed my dinner so neither of us could have it! I mean, what's that all about anyway? So I got in a bit of a sulk and then Dennis tried to wash my bottom for me! so I snarled at him and sulked some more! He is nice really, but he's a bit young and doesn't understand the hierarchy in my house!

Anyway, that was my traumatic evening yesterday. I was however very pleased this morning to have received an email from Simba, he is a ginger cat who lives in Kent, sounds very nice. He lives with his parents, no other cats lucky thing. so thank you for my post this morning Simba nice to hear from you.

the importance of colour.

When it comes to colours, I think they are very important and a good indicater of character. Take my sister Lola for example, she is beautiful (not that I am biased of course). She is tabby and white like me, but unlik me, evreything about her colouring is symetrical. She has this black line, divider as it were down her back, and a kind of seam in the centre of her tummy. This completely divides in half the perfection of her brownish greyish tabbiness.

Then there's pixie, she is also tabby, but a different kind. She is black and brown and cream and she looks almost like a cheetah and she has no white.

Then, finally, there's me. I come in every cat colour under the sun, black, brown, cream, grey and a lot of white. Then, finally, the ever expanding area of ginger! Is it this multitude of colours which makes me such a mixed up cat like I am in terms of my gender? who knows. There's Lola, the sensible intelligent aloof one, pixie the childish fun loving one and then there's me, I can never make up my mind what kind of mood I am in.

if you can't work the cat colourings out, then there's no chance with the humans! My mum is always changing the colour of her hair and it really is disturbing. There's been this purple colour, she's now got these blonde bits which i think have made her go a bit funny in the head.

The other night, she came in from her work thing and was opening the letters. she then started running around the house and shrieking like a mad thing. then my other mummy came round and they rang these people and were talking about identity fraud and bogus applications for credit cards. apparently someone had stolen all my mum's personal details and made this application in her name.

After about ten minutes of snarling on the phone she apparently realized that it wasn't a fraud thinkg like she thought, but it was her who made the application in the first place! so how do you figure that one out then?

So, it just goes to show, how important colour is in determining our characters!