I don't like having my tail washed

Yesterday I had to suffer the indignity of having my tail washed. They know perfectly well I HATE water in any shape or form. And anyhow, I'm quite happy to have dirty marks on my tail.

I must say, though, that it IS rather soft and silky now that it's been shampooed.

Breakfast an hour late

Yesterday Mr Servant gave me my breakfast an hour later than normal. And, today, Mrs Servant was also an hour late. Don't they realise I get hungry first thing and my tummy rumbles like mad if I don't get fed on time?

Duvet heaven

Mrs Servant has been sick this week - lots of noisy coughing and stuff. Still, the good part is that I get to laze about on a thick, soft duvet so that I can keep her company. I know I have a nice cosy cat bed but you really can't beat a delightfully comfortable continental quilt.

I've been so happy this week that I even licked Mrs Servant's cheek one day.

The black cat has returned

Some while ago, there used to be a nasty black cat which used to attack me. Once, as I tried to escape, he sank his teeth into my tail and I got a very painful bite. I had to take some horrid tablets for ages afterwards.

Anyhow, he disappeared a couple of years ago. Such a relief, I can tell you.

But he has returned.

Every evening at dusk he comes prowling around, making a really horrible growling noise. I'm not allowed out at dark (because there are foxes in our park) so I haven't had to come face-to-face with him.

I just hope he doesn't decide to come round earlier in the day. You see, he knows exactly where I live and sits outside the front door waiting for me. Yikes, scary....

Cat suit

Mrs Servant likes to wear black but she doesn't like it when I leave white hairs all over her clothes. So in the evenings she wears a white 'cat suit'. That means I can spend time sleeping on her lap (or just generally sprawling) and the tell-tale hairs are nowehere to be seen.

Sunny weather

Hooray for sunny days. Just when it's about time to start thinking about hunkering down for the winter, it's suddenly summer again. And, for a cat whose favourite pastime is sunbathing, I'm very happy.

Grating on my ears

Both The Servants have this thing where they whistle 'Daisy Daisy, give me your answer do'. I like this song a lot and I usually go trotting over to them when they whistle 'my tune'.

However, cats have very sensitive hearing and sometimes Mrs Servant's whistling is pretty harsh on my lug 'oles. (And it's out of tune).

Take last night, for instance. The sound was so unbearable that I miaouwed at her to stop. She didn't, of course, so I got up, turned around and walked out the room. There is only so much a cat's ears can take.

Give me a record by Queen any day.