Where has Mrs Servant gone?

For some reason, Mrs Servant hasn't been here for two days. I spent some time looking behind doors and inside cupboards, thinking she might be hiding but I haven't been able to find her.

I'm not sure where she has gone but I hope she comes back soon, because Mr Servant is quite strict. He doesn't let me get away with anything. Also, he doesn't play games with me or give me little treats of yoghurt or stilton, like she does.

Sleeping in the office

It's always nice to vary where I sleep. No point in always snoozing in exactly the same place.
Recently, I've taken to slumbering on Mr Servant's rather comfy blue chair by his desk. Well, he's not there during the day, so it's always vacant. And Mrs Servant - who sits at an identical blue chair by her desk - is there to keep me company.

Face to face with the squirrel

One of the advantages of living where I do is that there are lots of trees all around. That means lots of birds and squirrels.

And, living on the second floor as I do, the birds in the plane tree just outside are tantalisingly close. They are frequent visitors to the balcony, especially the wood pigeons. Unfortunately, I can rarely get there quickly enough - they nearly always spot me before I get a chance to pounce.

The squirrel, on the other hand, is quite cheeky. He roots around for any leftover spring bulbs and isn't afraid to try and outstare me when I'm behind glass. However, when the French window is open, it's a different story. I chase out after him and he instantly leaps down to the bushes below. I know how to fend off intruders.

Bored

My two servants have gone away for the weekend and it's a bit quiet without them. I know that, most of the time, I spend most of the day asleep but it's always nice to know they are there.

Plus, I'm stuck in the flat, unable to go out. Luckily the weather is awful so I'm not missing out on my sunbathing.

As they only took little cases with them, maybe they'll be back today. I can recognise their footsteps from some distance away, so I'm always waiting by the front door for them when they turn the key in the lock.

Let's hope they get back before dark or it will be tomorrow before I can go outside. Meanwhile, I'll just hide under my sack and get some shut eye....zzzz

Stuck up a tree

Yesterday I got stuck up a tree. A nasty dog came along and I scooted up it to escape. The only problem with running up a tree is it's very difficult to run down again once the coast is clear.

I was in a tree by the far end of our block so Mrs Servant couldn't hear my maiows for help. I thought I'd be there for ever but, luckily, Fernando was passing and he rescued me.

Fernando is a useful person to know. He works for the company that manages our complex of flats, so he has keys to all the main doors to each block. That means, if I want to go inside and Mrs Servant isn't around, then I miaow at him and he lets me in.

Summer evenings

Just as I like to go outside on my terms - ie when it suits me (see last posting) - equally I don't like to be made to come inside when I'm having fun outdoors.

At this time of year, the evenings are warm and there are lots of moths to chase. I don't see why I should have my fun curtailed just because it's dark, so I'm very good at scampering away whenever my servants try and grab me.

They try and lure me in with cat treats but I wasn't born yesterday.

My servants say the foxes that live in our park come out in the evening but I'm very accomplished at frightening them off. They may be bigger than I am but I'm fiercer.

Anyhow, it's raining today so maybe I won't spend much time outside this evening. I think I'll relax on a comfy cushion on the sofa.

The Pawchester

I saw Mrs Servant reading a leaflet about The Pawchester the other day which is apparently a posh word for a cattery run by the horrid vet's I have to go to.

I'm slightly unnerved by this. Does this mean they are going to banish me to a cage when they go on holiday? Won't my nice, friendly Animal Aunt come and look after me any more??