matilda

Deck the cats with boughs of holly...

2009-12-14T05:15:00.000-08:00

Fra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la! Actually, NOT holly, too scratchy even through my luxurious fur pelt. Thought I'd share this lovely snap of my good self resting in my festive radiator hammock last crimbo. I really suit uplighting, catches the twinkle in my eyes rather nicely, dontcha know :o) Just thought I'd send purrrry festive wishes to all my kitty friends out there, have a good one ^..^ xx

Swoon...

2009-10-19T10:13:00.001-07:00

I hope you all had a good time at my enchanted party on Saturday (hosted on HER blog for some reason, she has to try and take all the glory!). I had such a fantastic time... AND, I snogged a handsome stranger!!!!!!!!! Until Saturday my fickle furry heart belonged exclusively to Ol' Red, but that Benjy, boy is he swoonsome :o)

Just wondering if you can see me hiding in this photo? Clue, those are my woolly tooties beside the tiny skellington's head!

^ . . ^ xxx

Mews from the battlefront

2009-10-12T10:36:00.000-07:00

Where to begin? Things have gotten rather crazy round here over the last week or so - new neighbours - and their humans let them roam free. Most of their roaming has been through the hole in the hedge and straight onto our beloved patch of real estate! Grrrrrr!!! Most disappointed as Dave and the Red Baron seem content to leave all the actual border patrols to yours truly. My beloved Red suggested that as one is female and the other a "mere" kitten, I should have no need of their back up, and promptly went back inside for a snooze, leaving me to hold the fort alone.

MERE KITTEN... more Were-Kitten in my experience, thank Felix the damn thing wears a bell on it's collar to give me some advance warning is all I can say. I have to assume that my glorious leader actually knows what he is purring about here, but I haven't slept a wink since the Intruders arrived... well, I've only managed about 18 hours a day - having to sleep with one eye open. Beginning to feel like cannon fodder, while Red & Dave are behaving like fat cat Generals in the mess drinking port...well, fat cats at least ^..^

Pill evasion masterclass

2009-09-03T03:38:00.000-07:00

Ha, having to keep a low profile... have annoyed smug "owner" by deftly evading every twist and turn of her PILL administering attentions. At one point she even bullied my beloved granny (adopted and human, but you know what I mean... she has ample squishy knees that I love to snooze on and usually doesn't get involved in skullduggery) into distracting me so she could nonchalantly prize open my jaws with buttery fingers.

Made short work of each attempt with my prehensile tongue and have slunk up here until the swearing abates. Little bit disappointed in Old Red though, he just meekly licked up his pill with the butter like being drugged was no biggie... I mean WHAT was he thinking? It could be Rohypnol or cat LSD or something... oh, no, I forgot, they already gave us that in the Cat-Nip mouse. If Dave doesn't get his hit of the Nip-Mouse daily it's like an episode of The Wire round here... better go, hear furtive footfall on the stairs... wish me luck ^..^

My prawn shame...

2009-08-28T10:25:00.000-07:00

How was I supposed to know? If you don't want a girl to eat your Oh-So-Expensive PRAWNS, don't leave them out of the fridge while you're unpacking the weekly shop from Tesco ... out on that work top where their fishy-wishy aroma tip-toes over to disturb my slumber. My hitherto prawn-free existence is now sullied by the memory of their taste and the knowledge that you will never be so careless again... damn! ^..^

Yawn

2009-07-26T05:25:00.001-07:00

Ohhhh yaaaaaaaaaawwwwn, at the risk of sounding like Bagpuss, SHE has just given me a lecture about the fact that I gave up on my blog (you know the one that SHE wasn't supposed to know about? Is nothing sacred)... but I was up at 4.30am this morning, singing my little heart out in the woodlands. Many of the neighbouring houses must have enjoyed my song as several windows flew open and I heard muffled words of encouragement... very muffled.

Well, it seems I have a follower (Hi Abi, you have fantastic taste in felines) so perhaps I will attempt a few more entries this year, you have to remember that I'm busy, busy, busy. Cats can't just lie around playing with dolls, we have territories to patrol, frogs to herd and mice to police... and sleep to catch up on. Furry eyelids beginning to droop, here's some Bagpuss while I snooze...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

***Parental Caution*** This version of Bagpuss, posted by my irresponsible feline, contains a very rude word or two!

Pics...

2008-08-19T11:56:00.000-07:00

Oops, forgot, you probably want a pic of Dave's new trim? Well, you'll just have to wait, but here's one of me looking lovely to keep you going. x

Yawn...

2008-08-19T11:36:00.000-07:00

SHE's just been typing away a new entry on HER blog so thought I'd saunter over here while she is downstairs. What's been going on with me since the last entry? Well, nothing much, just the usual round of mouse-patrols (they seem to congregate just under the wonky bird house on the middle lawn, which is handy - all my eggs (& rodents) in one basket, so to speak), hanging out with the guys, yowling at the neighbour's ginger imposter and just generally lying around looking gorgeous.

Crikey, almost forgot, Poor old Dave has had a huge indignity forced upon him. He's been a bit lax in the personal grooming department lately, sleeping out on the lawn all night and coming back next morning with the tell-tale silver criss-cross of slug trails all over his back. That and the knots. Pocket Tiger and I just love to be groomed but Dave, well, he goes all mean and moody and swipes out with his big ol' claws. Usually results in a lot of swearing, and not just from Dave.

He was given an ultimatum to clean up his act or face a haircut. He thought they were kidding, but no, the stealthy scissors came out and during the course of a few extended naps he got a summer trim. He's furious, of course, thinks he looks ridiculous and I have to admit it was hard to keep a straight but furry face at first... and there was an audible wave of tittering from the flower border under the wonky birdhouse when he walked past. Getting used to it now though, kind of edgy, gives him a bit of an Emo vibe... Emo Phillips, that is, tee hee! :>)

Ooops

2008-08-10T05:39:00.000-07:00

Played the guilt card really well yesterday - have a secret hiding place to slink off to when SHE thinks she is disciplining me by not letting me sleep on the bed all day when I (allegedly)"kept HER awake" all the previous night with "my yowling". YOWLING, humans just can't seem to grasp the complexities of the psychological warfare I am waging against that darn imposter. It lives NEXT DOOR, yet comes into OUR garden and has the temerity to wander round looking ginger, so that Dave and myself sometimes mistakenly let our guards down thinking that it's our beloved leader, Whistlejacket, The Pocket Tiger. I swear Whis himself is even fooled sometimes, "oh look, it's me".

Anyhow, I hid until late evening and didn't answer any calls for lunch or dinner, by which time SHE forgot that SHE was punishing me and got all worried... the usual "under a bus/left home/kidnapped to make a fur coat" melodrama playing in HER head, no doubt. Tee hee! It started to rain pretty heavily about 7.30pm, so made a dash for home and looked suitably bedraggled and sorry for myself by the time she opened the door. Sometimes I amaze myself with how well this routine works, got extra tuna and everything.

All going well until about 3.15am, when I heard some random Badger related disturbance out on the back lawn and woke HER up to let me out to investigate. SHE's is pretty grumpy again today. Lordy!

Introducing The Boys...

2008-08-09T09:05:00.000-07:00

Hi, bit sleepy, had a hard night defending our territory from an interloper. Been given grief by HER since she got up, bleary eyes this morning and claimed I'd kept her awake with "MY YOWLING"?!! Charming... night after night SHE thinks nothing of keeping ME awake with her snoring and twitching about... but I just have to rise above it, I suppose, we cat's are the superior species after all.

Just though I'd introduce my housemates, The Boys, as I think of them, as they will be featuring heavily in coming posts. You may notice I have a favourite, but that's strictly between you and me, dear reader. I try to keep my cool around him, doesn't do for a girl to look too keen!

They are Dave, my friend and mentor, and the younger and devilishly handsome Whistlejacket, or "Le Bas***d Rouge" as he is often called.