Who stole my bed?

One minute I was sleeping on a nice cosy chair in MY room... that's the one they've made just for me, up the top stairs under the roof.

It's a lovely big room that's full of nooks and crannies for me to go hunting in, you never know when you might find a spider that needs to be helped out of a hidey hole. There are chairs and drawers to sleep in up there, and even my old bed but who wants to sleep in a bed when there's a nice arm chair handy?

Anyway, there I was fast asleep in the chair when Mrs Owner appears and says that she wants to sit there and do something called 'typing' and she just picked me up and tried to put me in my old bed.

So, I was having none of that and found this nice cosy basket to settle down in instead. I'll just get my head down for half an hour or so until Mrs O wants to go shopping again....

Holiday

Hi there, me again, Figaro, remember me?

I've not been around for a while. Actually, I've been rather sick, and I needed a little therapy to sort me out.

It's all Mr and Mrs Owner's fault. They went away for a while and told me and the Big Softie that we were going on a Holly Day. We didn't think much of the idea really. Nasty prickly stuff that Holly, plays havoc with our tails when we get caught up in it, but well, if it was only for a day then that would be fine.

First off though, they put us in thosse horrid plastic boxes again, the ones we hate with a passion and we always know what's coming next. The blue thing with wheels.

Yup, they put the boxes in the blue thing with wheels and it started moving. So we started shouting, and shouting but they ignored us and the thing kept moving.

Now we really don't like it when things around us move and we aren't responsible. It's the same with the blowing air - you know, when you're up a tree and the air starts moving and so does the tree. That's very disconcerting.

Anyway, finally the thing stops and they get us out. We hear them talking and next thing we know we are both incarcerated in this cage.

Well, that shut us up. We didn't speak for ages. Our flabbers were well and truly ghasted!!!!

Then they disappeared, but we thought well, this is our Holly Day maybe the Holly is coming along later, and anyway, it's only for a day.

WRONG!

They were gone for AGES. We thought they were never coming back again. A nice lady called Julie looked after us, fed us, brushed us and all that stuff. We liked Julie (actually, I think she quite fancied me) but she wasn't Mr and Mrs Owner, and we wanted our playground back. I was dreading what all those furry friends of mine were getting up to in their holes in the garden.

Well, finally they did come and collect us and brought us back home. We both refused to speak to them for a couple of hours. In fact, I sat facing the wall and refused to even look at her. Eventually, though, I remembered the furry things and had to get outside and see what had been going on in my absence.

I was right, you know. There were hundreds more of them out there. I had to go and get loads to play with, one after the other, taking them back to Mr and Mrs O to show them what a clever boy I am and how I hadn't lost my touch despite the incarceration.

Funny, they never seem as happy to see the furry things as I expect them to be and they won't let me take them in the house ever.

Well, I'm feeling much better now, almost back to normal. But I did hear her on the phone the other day talking to someone about another little Holly Day. I must go and hide.

My poor mate

This photo is the pet of some people I thought were very nice when they came to stay. It seems I was very wrong. I just can't believe they would do this to a nice, friendly dog like Milo. Poor chap.

How humiliating. I'm phoning the RSPCA at the earliest opportunity.

And I just hope Mr and Mrs Owner don't get any daft ideas like this....!

Cat mechanic

The Big Softie came back with a mouse the other day. Stupid bat let it go and it ran under the car so I chased after it - the Big Softie is far too large to get under there (and scared).

While I was there I thought I'd check the brakes and the air filter.

My playground has gone

They've got it in for me. All my playground trees are disappearing. They are cutting them all down and muttering about more light.

Never mind that. What about us cats? The scratching posts are missing, the birds aren't coming so close to the house any more and The Big Softie won't get herself stuck in that pear tree again.

That was so funny. I really really laughed. She got stuck in a fork in the branch and Mr Owner had to go and rescue her. It's the funniest thing I've seen for ages.

Here's a picture of me (Figgy) in what is left of my favourite tree (the fig).

What's Big Brother?

There are mutterings abroad about a Big Brother. I don't know what that means but they are thinking about getting one for me.

Does that mean that I have to live in a house with lots of dysfunctional people? Do I have to argue and cry? Do I have to sleep lots and complain about the food?

Hang on, no change there then....

Do I get to meet Davina? Now she looks like a lady who would like a beautiful boy like me.

Another new routine

Unfortunately they spotted me in the bedroom and have made us all sleep in the kitchen again - unless I manage to escape and have a night on the tiles.

But, I am having some lovely evenings with Mr O. I wait until he settles down in his big red chair and then I climb on his lap and stay there until bedtime.

It's lovely and cosy and I only stick my claws in his leg when I feel as if I'm going to fall off.