Category: Moggy Blogs

Ah, Back home again

Well, I’m here again reader, just back from my trot around the patch, and ready to tell some more about what I’m about and where I came from….
Did I tell you I’m four years old and have lived with my owners for exactly one year now. It was such a relief to get out of the cat protection shelter after six months. Those people in there are fabulous, they really try to do a good job of caring for you (you get food and fuss sometimes and all that). My one complaint is there’s no room to move in a little 80 x 200 cm (thats metric) cage. And your joints and bones get stiff, even when you’re young like me. We got about half an hour a day to walk around in a bare yard, you know, no trees or long grass to lie in (and stalk a bird or two). I know its cruel of me but you see it’s all built into my nature, so I can’t help that now can I? o.k. That’s the moan over with, on with the tale…[teaserbreak]

How I ended up in the shelter was a whole heck of a mix up really. Like a tangled ball of wool it was! I had lived in a flat with a nurse but because I was out and about a lot (as we Tom cats like to be…mmm yes) when she moved out I got left behind. Well what a cheek I thought! You’d think she’d have remembered me after all those nights of fuss and purring and licking her hand and all. I’d always been a good cat for her, ate my food, settled down early and caught the odd mouse which I’d leave as a present outside her door, just to show her I was a good un.

Out on my own I began to drift for a bit, picking up scraps here and there and sleeping under sheds and pine trees, but my luck was about to change. A kind lady down the next street left out some cheese for me. I cleaned the plate, and you can bet I went back to that door soon after, for another fill up. Before I knew it I was sitting in front of her gas fire watching the TV. Her kindness seemed to wear off after two weeks though, when she went and had me neutered. After a strange ride in a car it was ow! did that hurt (now for those of you who never heard of this, or what it does – neutering is what stops you wondering around and causing trouble with the lady cats in the neighbourhood). Things got even worse after this as I went into a sulking, skulking mood and began bossing her other two cats around so much they wouldn’t come into a room with me. Ooops, I went and did it again.

So ‘kind lady’ wasn’t so kind after all, although when she packed me off to the home she did put all my toys into a box so that my next owners would be able to play with me. Talking of next owners that’s them now telling me to pack it up for the evening and get into my box. It’s cosy in there but you can’t see much. Much prefer the back shelf, you know the one above the radiator. You can see all kinds of stuff passing through in the moonlight.
Anyway, I’m off there right now so until next time,…
Norm.

Hi reader, Norm here.

I’m back after my long winter break holed up in my kennel (pic to follow – Ed). I know, kennels for dogs ‘n all that, but it does keep me out of those strong winds we’ve been getting round here lately. It’s like someone running a cold hand across my back….and the wrong way at that…eventually I get to cowering all round the garden as I try to make my way…no I don’t like it at all! So was I pleased to get this kennel. Cats and rain you know they don’t mix either much. 🙄

So Xmas, here’s me thinking they brought me a new litter tray made of cardboard and, as usual, I had to go in and investigate. Well when I got in there, there was all this silver and gold snake like stuff mmmm tinsel they call it I think, but my overall impression was of the scent of a previous visiting moggy (that would have been Gingerbread ,Ed) and I wasn’t having any of that, so I duly nestled down and sprayed the whole place (look away now, reader) to ensure that no other cats would be using my tray again. Suddenly, the whole world started to rock and the box floated into the air in the arms of my keeper (I can’t repeat the words that were flying from his mouth, they would make your hair curl) (it wasn’t me!, Ed) and I knew I’d done something wrong. Next thing I was out on the back lawn in the freezing cold (box n’ all) and wondering what all the fuss ‘n bother was about. I just snuggled down and went to sleep in that same box. Well, it made a change from the kennel.

Norman – talking at ya!

Please watch out for my next post reader, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.

Ciao,

N.

Hi reader, Norman reporting..

Well I really went and did it this time. Had my morning bowl and went out for a stretch. Just patrolling my boundary on Friday morning with a bit of scent marking here and there and along comes this fur ball monster of a puss. Noses out from under the fence he does. I was duty bound to protect my territory and wasn’t going to let him step on my ground for a minute. Sadly I knew I was doomed from the start.
In seconds Claw and Fur were flying and I didn’t feel it at first. I saw him off alright but suspect he just went home for his breakfast as I was an easy target for the brute. I’m a bit nervous now of that patch of dirt by the fence in case his face appears there again. And for my bravery I have a half inch slash across my forehead which is claw deep…and what’s worse a further result was….well see for yourself.

Me in my medical Ruff. Stops me licking the wound.

My owner took this photo to prove the battle was indeed real. And the Ruff..well you see I just cant keep from licking my wound so I’m now trussed up like Mary Queen of Cats.

Hope you like my tale, so..until the next time…

Ciao,

Norm.

Hello reader,

Sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while… just busy with things… you know how it is.

Thought I’d post about seeing off a rival cat in the garden the other day. I did try and make friends but the Tom was having none of it. So I told him where to get off in no uncertain terms. After all I have my reputation to keep up… But I guess one day I wont be king of the hill any longer and I’ll have to hand in my rebel crown….

That stray Tom was not dis-similar to this chap

Bye for now.

Norm