Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Today, Dad harvested all the rhubarb we had growing at the side of the house. He's done this because the man from round the corner with the dogs told him that after the end of this month, it turns poisonous, which doesn't sound very good at all. Anyway, the plan was we'd cut it all down, trim it, and then freeze it so he can eat it later. Cat's don't really like rhubarb, but I helped anyway.
This is Champagne Rhubarb, which doesn't grow as big and thick as some of the other varieties, apparently. I'm keeping a close watch to make sure he does it right.
Mum got me to pose - I'm getting good at that. Don't worry Mum, I'll make sure it's done properly.
We had to stop for a bit cos we found a snail.
But Dad took that off me cos it was a bit slimey!!
After that, I kept a close eye to make sure there wasn't anything else lurking. Of course, there was, a little green caterpillar.
It was quite cute, and curled up when I poked it. Shame there's no video, as it was a bit wriggly!
It wasn't keen to do very much after I tried to play with it. Look Dad!!
I'm a big fat ginger lost in a pile of rhubarb cat.
Friday, 16 July 2010
There I was, fast asleep, minding my own business, when I was unceremoniously turfed off the bed this morning, so that Mum could change the duvet! A cat can't get no peace!
I held on for a bit, but to no avail.
I even tried the outstretched paw thing, but that didn't work either. Then the noisy sucky monster came out, so I retreated to underneath the sofa.
I'm just waiting until she's finished, then I'll be straight back up there.
I'm a big fat ginger waiting to get back to bed cat.
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Monday, 12 July 2010
Now, I know I'm not supposed to do Dog Baiting, but sometimes I just can't help myself. What is dog baiting? Well, it's positioning yourself in a place where the dog can see you, but where you know he can't get at you. Mum gets cross when I do this, but like I said, I just can't stop myself.
Anyway, here I am, getting into position.
I'm also at the front of the house, which Dad gets upset about, as he likes me to stay at the back away from the cars. Little does he know that when he lets me out the back, I just go over the fence and go round the front anyway!
Here is my quarry approaching.
I've zoomed in a bit here for you.
Two collies, and on leads. Perfect for dog baiting! You need to keep your wits about you though!
They tried, but they didn't catch me!
I'm a big fat ginger dog baiting cat.
Sunday, 11 July 2010
Friday, 9 July 2010
Thursday, 8 July 2010
As much as I like sitting under the stairs, sometimes I like to sit on them. It's funny though, these stairs don't seem big enough for a big ginger mancat.
Then, of course, you have to contend with the pawparazi! There is just no peace!
I'm a big fat ginger on the stairs cat.
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
I like sleeping under the stairs. It's nice and cosy, and I can keep an eye on everything from under the table. Actually, I don't know where the table came from, but it seems to have replaced my cushion, which I now can't find, which disappeared when my kitty condo arrived. Are you still with me? I think my cushion has gone on to greater things.
Anyway, back to under the stairs. One minute I'm curled up...
Then it's the turn of the outstretched paw!
I'm a big fat ginger under the stairs cat.
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Sometimes, a Mancat has to take responsibility for the household and keep Dad in check. Mum's back now, and it wasn't too bad, as she'd left Dad instructions. I did get a bit confused, as normally I wait for Mum to come downstairs in the mornings and always come down with her. Of course, the other morning she wasn't there, but I still sat upstairs and waited cos that's what I always do. Dad had to come and get me in the end. There was lots of room in the bed though!
So, I am exhausted keeping Dad in line, so time for a little sleep.
I'm a big fat ginger worn out cat.
Thursday, 1 July 2010
I've been abandoned. This is not good.
Mum's gone to visit her Mum in Sunny Devon (although it will rain all the time, she says, cos it always does., and it's miles away, although I don't know how far a miles is.
Dad's still here, but he doesn't know about my stuff. He doesn't know about my stinky goodness. He's not here all day cos he does something called work, he won't let me come into the toilet with him like Mum does, and he doesn't let me sleep on his legs all night. The only thing he knows about is my outside water bowl, and a Mancat can't survive for 3 days on an outside water bowl.
Guess we'll just have to manly make the best of it together.
I'm a big fat ginger home without my Mum cat.