All this yoga has worn me out. Time for some more sleeping.
After all, it is what I do best. If you look very closely, my eyes are half open, but I am actually asleep. So asleep, in fact, that I didn't even notice Mum taking my picture, and that never happens.
I'm a big fat ginger sleepy cat.
This is the full frontal kitty stretch.
Come on kitties, work those paws!
I'm a big fat ginger stretched out kitty.
I got a kitty advent calendar!! Here it is.
You can see I was quite interested. It's got little doors that you open, and inside is a mixture of milk drops and catnip drops. I've never had either before. Now, I know you're wondering that it's a bit late to start an Advent Calendar on the 10th December, but there is a reason for that. One of Mum's friends bought it for her cat, but her cat isn't interested in Christmas, so she thought I'd like it. So it's a second-hand advent calendar really, but it hadn't been opened, so alls good. So, I checked it out thoroughly.
And had a good sniff round.
Then Mum opened the first door, and inside were milk drops. They were yummy! It's funny that I don't like milk, but I like milk drops!
I nade light work of those.
Mum's going to swap my Kitty Sticks for the Advent Calendar.
I really really really like Kitty Sticks, but I wolf them down so quickly that 10 minutes later they come right back up again, and Mum doesn't think it's right that she gives me stuff that makes me sick. She's probably right.
I'm a big fat ginger full of milk drops cat. Roll on tomorrow!
Now, as it's too cold here to go out, I've taken up yoga to keep my manlycatness in shape. It's not good for a kitty to go outside and get cold paws This is the Rear Paw Supporting Chin position.
I'm a big fat ginger cat with warm paws and a penchant for yoga!
Sometimes, I get bored of sleeping on the bed, or on my cushion. So, I found a new bag.
Now, Dad gets a bit nervous when I get into a bag - I only pee'd in a bag twice, once when I was little and once when I had just come home from the Kitty Quarantine Spa and hadn't figured out where my box was - so think that can be excused and don't think there is any need to mention it again. It seems like a very nice bag.
I may stay here for some time.
I'm a big fat ginger kitty in a bag!
My Mum is crafty! She knew I wouldn't want to go into the PTU, so quietly bought it downstairs whilst I was asleep. In fact, I didn't even notice it until I was unceremoniously picked up and bundled into it - yes, she's quick too!!
Then, they put me in the boot! Seems the little green car has run away to live with someone else, so they went in Dad's car. Don't panic, it wasn't really the boot, but it's a kind of hatchback thing, but I wasn't best pleased, and showed my displeasure by howling all the way.
At the boat thing, it didn't improve. It was cold. Dad made a lot of noise poking the black thing in the corner, which finally glowed orange and gave out some heat. When they had bought everything in, Mum let me out of the PTU, but I was desperate for a wee. I ran up and down, looking for my box, but couldn't find it anywhere. Finally, I found a bag of Dad's nicely ironed shirts - I have been known to pee in a bag once before - that I thought would do, but Mum caught me just as I was climbing in. Good job she knows me, as she quickly had the box out!.
I did try to sleep on the bed, but it was a bit cold, so spent most of the night on the rug in front of the fire. I don't like sleeping in my own really. They took my cushion, but it wasn't the same as when it's at home. I also got a bit box obsessed, and spent lots of time digging and moving my cat litter about, which drove Dad nuts. Mum said it was because the box was too close to everyone, but It was really a cunning plan on my part!
Dad now thinks I would be happier left at home. Finally!!
Now, I know I am a lucky kitty. I was found in a cardboard box at the end of the street and my Mum & Dad took me in. I get big bowls of noms. I get to sleep on the bed. I've got the best cushion ever, lots of kitty friends and I know my Mum and Dad love me very much and will always look after me. I am a very lucky kitty. Some kitties are not so lucky.
Imagine what this poor sweet girl has gone through. First, her human up and leaves her for the Rainbow Bridge and then her brother had left her too. She’s 12 years young and is distraught about this turn of events. She is a kind soul who loves to love and be loved. She loves to have her gorgeous fur combed too.
Moosie has a Christmas wish. Moosie really, really, really would love to have a nice retirement home. She would be totally delighted. As a matter of fact, that is the ONLY THING on her Christmas list. She’s having a hard time believing in miracles these days, it just seems that nobody wants her. She’s hopeful that a Christmas miracle can happen. Will you help find Moosie a home for Christmas? Please post about her one more time, please tweet about her one more time, please put her on Facebook one more time. We’ve just got to come through for her. Let’s help that miracle happen for Moosie.
I am sad that Moosie can't come and live with me, but we are in the wrong country. Someone somewhere must be able to help. If you can, follow the link behind the picture to Brian's Home, and he can put you in contact with the right people.
I'm a big fat ginger keeping my paws crossed for Moosie cat.
