Delaying tactics

I always enjoy exploring outside, especially when the weather is warm. However, I like to be the one who decides when I go out. My servants seem to make me go outside just when I'm having a nice lazy time dozing comfortably in my bed. It's most unfair.

I've got a decent repertoire of delaying tactics whenever the front door to the flat shuts behind me:

1. sit at the top of the stairs in the main hallway preening myself
2. sniff at every little thing on the hallway carpet
3. catch any moth that may be lurking in the hall
4. poke my head between the banister railings to see what, if anything, is happening on the floor below
5. flop down on the carpet (doesn't usually work, that one, as they pick me up and carry me out)
6. go down the stairs very slowly, stopping at every opportunity

Sometimes I employ all six tactics. It's fun to see how long I can string out a journey down two flights of stairs.

My favourite things

My top three favourite things to eat: tuna fish, Whiskas cat treats, stilton

My top three favourite things to drink: cream, the water from a tuna fish can, tomato soup

My top three favourite places to sleep: my servants' bed, my own bed, the airing cupboard

My top three favourite songs: 'We Will Rock You' by Queen and 'Daisy Daisy, Give Me Your Answer Do' (only when whistled, not sung). That's it, I don't have another song I like.

Home alone

My servants went away for the weekend, again. My cat feeder is very friendly but it means I can't go out for three whole days. (I live on the second floor and can't get out by myself.) And it's so boring being alone: there's no-one to play with and no lap to sit on.

Anyhow, life has now resumed as normal and I'm free to wander about outside in the warm sunshine for as long as I like.

My perfect day

My perfect day can be summed up in just a few simple words: sleep, sunbathe, eat, play, explore.

I like to get a good 16 hours' sleep in every day but that still leaves plenty of time for the other activities.

My day today has been pretty much like I've described above. Hopefully, tomorrow will, too.

My neighbours

There are two other cats which live near to me. One is a black cat called Alfie. Although he's quite shy, he's forever trying to enter my territory to say 'hello'. My servants think he's very sweet but I always shoo him away. I'm not going to share my patch with anyone else.

The other cat is Kitty. She's black and white. (Very monochrome the cat colour around here.) She's quite old but somehow has managed to stay very slender. (Sigh.) She's got an Australian dog called Taz living in her flat now. She tends to ignore him but I'm terrified of all dogs.

I always rush out to the balcony when I smell him coming along the path (I live on the second floor), because I need to keep my eye firmly on him at all times....


Here's me keeping guard on the balcony.

Stuck on the fence

There are two dogs, Max and Millie, which have recently moved to the complex and it's pretty scary when they run past my little garden area. I'm forced to take refuge by climbing up the trellis and onto the top of the fence. Trouble, is I can't get down as the fence is over seven foot high.

So, I'm effectively stuck up there until Mrs Servant spots my plight and comes to rescue me.

Actually, I CAN get down if no-one comes to my aid but it's more of an effort and involves quite a jump. So, it's much easier to look unhappy and miaow plaintively.

A trying day

Although I'm having fun today, the other day I wasn't so chipper. It all started when Mr Servant frightened the life out of me by pointing an electric toothbrush at me and the whirring noise really scared me. Then, soon after, the man with the white hair came back to do some noisy banging and drilling in the kitchen. That meant I was relegated to the main hallway of the block in order to get some peace and quiet.

I eventually went outside but a torrential downpour followed by great claps of thunder ensued. All this noise quite put me off my food.

Weight training

Well, this photo says it all. Yesterday, Mr Servant decided he wanted to do some weight training and he used ME as the weight!! I'm not quite sure why I actually allowed him to hoist me unceremoniously in the air but I s'pose I have to humour him from time to time. I certainly hope this was a one-off, because I don't think I will be so magnanimous next time.