BH weekend

I have mixed feelings about this weekend. TCM's mother came to visit (yes, that's the cat's mother's mother - should that be TCG?!). Which means several bad things and one or two good ones. Let me explain.

Bad things first. Excessive displays of affection i.e. being hugged, squeezed, kissed and generally cooed over. Particularly being kissed with lipstick-coated lips - yeeeuch! Being locked out of the living room where my bed is (that's the bed for my exclusive use as opposed to the one I allow TCM to share). TCM's attention being taken up by TCG. And finally, far too much talking!

On the plus side, TCG did take TCM to buy lots more food for me - yeay! Apparently the people in the shop were surprised when TCM cleaned them out of Tuna Light. Anyone who knows my appetite won't be! They were also very busy in the garden pruning and planting. Now you might think this should be in the list of 'bad' things - after all they were disturbing the habitat of my natural food source. But on the plus side (yes there is one) they created lots of lovely loose earth for me to dig up :-)

Enough about the women in my life, I haven't told you about my friend. No photos as yet (watch this space) but he is quite gorgeous (though obviously not as gorgeous as me). He is a tabby which is obviously in his favour and has little white paws and a big bushy tail. He usually comes round in the mornings and calls me to come and play. Sometimes this is fun but he is a little young and overenthusiastic at times. He is also jealous of my slimline tail and is always grabbing at it which annoys me. I spend hours grooming it you know!

Anyway, we played quite a lot on Saturday and Sunday mornings - he's getting quite bold with TCM now - he even came in through the window when he thought she wasn't looking. Naughty boy!

Things to lick and beds to dig up.

First post!

So this is it....my first blog post! For those of you who don't know me let me describe myself. I am an exceptionally gorgeous tabby cat (with white bits).



I am a superior hunter, mostly of mice and fish for which I get little praise and even less reward from my owner. Take today for example: I appear at the living room window with a lovely plump mouse in my mouth to show her and what does she do? Hurries round to the back door and locks my catflap (the cheek!) so I can't come in with it. I had to kill and eat it on the patio - the ignominy of it.

Anyway, I digress (I'm good at that - as well as using big words for a small furry feline). I live in a little flat in London which is modest but which I rather like owing to the proximity of urban wilderness (in other words my owner and the neighbours are too ******y lazy to do much gardening so it's all a bit overgrown which is good for hunting).

Enough for today - I have a thigh to lick.