More wet stuff

I already told you I hate wet stuff. Mrs Owner knows that, so why did she spray it in my face? I only wanted to let her know that it was morning and time to go out and find some playmates.

I let her know how upset I was by not coming back for four hours. I thought she might be worried by then, but she just said 'Oh, you're back then', and carried on with what she was doing.

I was sitting outside last night in the dark when I heard her ask Mr Owner if she should come and look for me, and do you know what he said? 'Oh don't worry, he can stay out all night then we might get a lie in' (whatever that is).

Needless to say, as soon as I heard that I started scrabbling on the big door with the window so they let me in.

I ask you, I nearly missed out on my Whiskas kitten food last night.

Just as a concession to them though, I didn't wake them up quite so early today.

The Little Bar Steward

Noisy Bar Steward

Mrs Owner here. The Little Bar Steward went out early this morning after being sprayed in the face with water for scratching on the kitchen door noisily at 6am. He hasn't dared show his face back again yet.



Meanwhile, you might like to see The Big Softie in her favourite pose. We are thinking of changing her name to Lavender or Rosemary.

A postcard from Tubbs

Hi Cat Lovers.

I got a message from Tubbs yesterday. Sounds like she's enjoying herself, running rings round Grandma. I hope she doesn't trip her up or anything.

Thought I'd share it with you.

The Little Bar Steward

Hi, Figgy
I've had a great morning here! Have you ever played 'hide and seek'? The Old One really loves it. While she was busy I disappeared - just like that! I could hear her all round the house, opening cupboards, looking behind curtains, then in the garden... that was fun, its not very big but there's lots of places to hide, lots of bushes and stuff. Anyway, THREE, yes three, hours later she comes into the bedroom, looks out of the window and calls for me, then goes to straighten the quilt cover and.... there I am!! Stretched out half way down having a nice little snooze. I think The Old One is a bit thick really, I ask you, you would think she would have checked there when she was looking in cupboards and drawers to see if I had got shut in anywhere (as if I would)!! I'll let you know of any more good games I think up, otherwise it's OK here now we've got the ground rules sorted. You know the sort of thing, doors to be opened instantly, food always available and it must be exactly what I want - I made her open four packets this morning - she worries that I'm going to starve (again - as if I would)!!
La-aer, as we street-wise cats say
Tubbs-the-Terror

Lucky, lucky, lucky

My mate Tubbs is going on holiday today. Lucky Tubbs.

She's being packed off to Grandma's while her owners go on holiday. I'm really jealous. I love my Grandma, she never growls at me and she usually brings me treats when she comes to visit. Unfortunately, Tubbs hasn't got a passport so she can't come and visit me in France and because Grandma has to look after her, it means that she can't come and visit for a while either.

Mrs Owner growled at me again today when I made her come and let me outside as soon as it was light. She tried it again a bit later when I came back home but this time I just shouted back at her.

I think I am learning how to be a teenager!

Fed up

She GROWLED at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just hate that, it's bad enough when the Serene One does it, but Mrs Owner too.

I'm off out for the day. I'm not hanging round here to be growled at!



And I'm hungry too, The Big Softie ate all the biscuits.....

The Serene One's bedtime reading

She says she's reading this, but I see she is sitting on a Thomas the Tank Engine bean bag.

I think she is having me on!

Wet stuff

I hate wet stuff. It falls out of the sky and makes my coat all wet.

If I've been outside in wet stuff Mr and Mrs Owner will take a big blue thing called a towel and chase me round the house trying to rub it all over me. This makes a mess of my fur and it takes me hours to get the tangles out. That is, if I both to take the tangles out. Usually I just lay around looking messy. They won't let me lie on their bed if I'm wet and messy and that makes me REALLY miserable.

I used to hate being fussed and brushed but just recently I've got to really like it. The Big Softie seemed to like it and just lies there rolling over and over while they do it and she purrs really, really loud. So I thought I'd just lie there one day instead of chasing the brush thing with my claws out and having Mrs Owner scream when her hand got in the way. And, I have discovered that I really like it. I can't quite purr as loud as The Big Softie but I'm practicing and I'll get there one day.

The Little Bar Steward