Worn Out from Cushion Guarding

After yesterday's exertions guarding the cushions, it's time to retreat to the Kitty Cube for some well-needed shut-eye.

I know I'm a bit big, but I will get in here, one way or another.

Ah, that's not it either.

There you go, I'm in now!

I'm a big fat ginger floofy-tummied cat!

Tummy Contest!

Much excitement at this end, as we've just heard about the tummy contest.  It's not too late to join in, I don't think.  As you kitties know, my tummy can attract the Snorgle Monsters from a fair distance.  So, here's my entry.

Mum said I should have thought about tummies in context.  I have no idea what she is talking about.  A tummy is a tummy, and you guys all know a tummy when you see one!

I'm a big fat ginger cat with a fluffy tummy who's braced for the approach of the Snorgle Monsters!

My Co-Ordinated Tummy

Why is it every time I lay down, Mum wants to take photos of my tummy! It is a very nice tummy, of course, and I can hear the Snorgle Monsters approaching from here.

Aside from my fluffy tummy, I've also just noticed that I match Mum's Slippers perfectly.

I'm a big fat ginger co-ordinated cat.

Tummy Snorgles

My friend Kari kindly left a comment on yesterday's picture saying she was keen to give my tummy a good snorgle.  In the hope of some serious snorgling, maybe some whisker scritches, and especially for Kari, I present some more tummyliciousness.

Are you all tummied out yet?

I'm a big fat ginger tummylicious cat!

Tummy Tuesday

Many of you have kindly left comments on how nice and fluffy my tummy is.  So, for all you tummy fans out there, here is some more ginger tummyness.

The best way to show off your tummy is with a good stretch...

then leg up...

and stretch.  It's a ginger tummy workout.

I'm a big fat ginger fluffy-tummied cat!

Catnipped to the V-E-T’s

I don’t know what happened.  One minute I was asleep on my cushion,

the next minute I was being bundled into the Evil Cat Carrier.  I woke up as I was about half way in, but Mum was too quick for me and shut the door before I could turn round.  I’m not a happy kitty in the Evil Cat Carrier, and tried as best I could to open the door, but with no luck.

Then Mum put me in the car, and I howled.  I’m not a happy kitty in the car, either.  I howled and howled and howled, and I kept howling as she was driving.  Next thing I know, we’re in the V-E-T’s.  I know it was the V-E-T’s cos of the smell.  I’d know that smell anywhere.

After a few minutes, Mum took me into a room, and opened the door of the Evil Cat Carrier.  Of course, now I don’t want to come out, cos I didn’t know where I was.  After a few minutes, Mum unceremoniously tipped me out of the Evil Cat Carrier onto the floor, and lifted me up onto the table.

The lady V-E-T was quite nice.  She made a big fuss of me, and said I was a fine specimen of ginger mancatliness!  Mind you, that was before she stuck a big needle in the back of my neck, so I don’t think she’s quite so nice now!  She checked my ears, and eyes, and teeth, and listened to my belly, and I am a fit and healthy ginger mancat. 

There is one small thing, though.  Seems I am too much mancat.  The V-E-T put me on the scales, and declared that I am too fat!  Can you imagine that?  You’ve all seen my mancatly belly, do I look fat to you?  Anyway, at 8.1 kg, it seems that I am 2.5 kg or thereabouts overweight.  I don’t know what 2.5 kg is, but Mum’s friend said it was like getting two cats for the price of one.  Now I know there’s not two cats here, only me, which is just how I like it.

So, now I am on a diet, and my regular stinky Whiskas has been replaced by Iams Light – see dish below.

I don’t mind, as I quite like it, but the bits are really small, and I have a bit of trouble picking them up.  So much so, Mum has had to put a tray underneath my bowl, stop me spreading it all over the floor.  The other problem is that I now have to wait for my breakfast whilst Mum weighs out my food in the mornings.  I complain very loudly about that.

When Mum carried me out of the V-E-T’s room, there was a big black drooling dog called Duke outside.  He seemed very pleased to see me until I hissed at him big time.  Then he didn’t look so happy!

As soon as we got home, I went upstairs and sulked!  I was going to sulk for ages, but soon realised it was dinner time, and I didn’t want to miss that.  I don’t blame Mum, she is only doing what’s best for me, and the big needle thing didn’t hurt at all.  I still don’t like the Evil Cat Carrier though.

I’m all chilled out now, back on the sofa.

I know I look like I’m scowling, but that’s cos she’s pointing the flashy thing at me again.

At least I won’t have to go again for another year!  I will keep you posted on my dietary progress.

I’m a big fat ginger on a diet cat!

Tummy Tuesday

Mum’s been a bit slack this week – she’s been posting on that other boaty blog.  Anyway, back to Me!!!

My tummy is so big, I just have to show you all.

I know, two pictures nearly the same, but Mum’s rubbish with the camera.

I was keeping a close eye on what she was doing.

In other news, I got catnapped into the evil cat carrier to go to the vets!  More on that tomorrow.

Tummy Tuesday and a Stressful Morning!

This morning, two big men came into the house!!  Cheek of it!  They were delivering some chairs for the boat thing.  Mum is not best pleased as these are nearly a month early, and are now cluttering up the living room.  Apparently the boat thing isn’t finished yet.  I went outside, out of the way, and waited until they had gone before coming in to inspect the new arrivals.  They look quite comfy, although I wasn’t allowed to sit on them, not now, anyway!!  I’ve had such a stressful morning there’s nothing else to do but sleep, especially as there’s a nice clean duvet cover on the bed.