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.

My favourite film

Although I like sitting on the chair Mr Servant uses in the office, I don't look at his computer much. However, I DO enjoy watching this little film whenever he goes onto YouTube:

The hand biter

I bit a little girl's hand yesterday. I know I shouldn't have done it. I got cornered and felt trapped, so I only did it in self defence.

She was visiting a neighbour and came up to stroke me, but there are three things that are guaranteed to freak me out: 1. the rustling noise that plastic bags make; 2. dogs; and 3. small children.

I shall have to make myself scarce when small children wander onto my territory in future. It's not in my nature to bite and I don't like getting told off afterwards. And, besides, small children don't taste all that nice.

I don't like suitcases

Mrs Servant is cross with me. It's all the suitcase's fault.

You see, whenever the Servants go away, they take the suitcase with them. Where does the suitcase need to go - and why does it have to go there quite so often? And why do they never take me?

I don't like that suitcase. So when I saw it in their bedroom yesterday, I decided to take my revenge and wee on it. Unfortunately, most if it went on their red carpet but certainly some ended up on the nasty case. Serves it right.

But Mrs Servant gave me a real telling off for my act of revenge. (Why do they like that suitcase so much?) So, now I'm in the doghouse. Which is a place that, as a cat, I do not like to be.

Silver trails

This morning I saw a long, thin silver string running from the French windows, through the bedroom and into the bathroom. "Hooray," I thought to myself, "I've been given a new game."

So I patted the string with my paw, and patted it again. But it didn't move.

I sniffed it. It certainly didn't smell like string, nor a silver chain. Then I saw a brown, slimy thing in the corner of the room - right by the bidet where I like to go and hide. It had funny horns that it was waggling at me. I didn't like the look of it, so I ran off.

By the sound of it, Mrs Servant didn't much like the look of it either. I'm sure it won't be back in a hurry.

I'm not flobby

The problem with Mr Servant being around during the day a lot is that he sits in the chair I like to snooze in. I also have to put up with his strict regime.

For example, just now I was spending a few hours fast asleep in my comfy bed. My paws were over my eyes - that's my 'do not disturb' sign - but he insisted on prodding me awake and forcing me out of my bed. And out of the flat. He even had the cheek to say "You'll end up all flobby if all you do is sleep".

What he doesn't realise is cats happen to need lots of sleep. It's what keeps us active and alert at night.

Mental note to self: wake up Mr Servant several times tonight by walking over him when he's asleep in bed.