Full Moon-itus

The cold icy stuff has gone so I've been able to go out in the garden again in the evenings for some a-mousing and to pounce on night flitting moths  in the light of the full moon.  On my return through the kitchen doors I have yowled about my exciting activities at my owner so that she is kept fully informed.  Unfortunately, the lunar cycle has been making me a little aggressive and my owner has been complaining when I have been trying to forcifully pull her out of bed by her hair in the middle of the night.  Can't imagine why?  You would have thought she would be delighted to be sharing my company rather than doing noisy breathing through her open mouth. I have also been having a few temper tantrums and tried to knock my owner off her feet after a night of imprisonment in the kitchen accompanied by loud shouting at her to protest at such harsh treatment when I should be allowed full reign of the house.  I am re-booked in for my booster jabs on Saturday so will develop my usual sixth sense ("I see alive vet people") a half hour before my owner plans to bundle me into the cat carrier and go and hide in an unreachable position beneath the double bed so that she is forced to lie down in a very uncomfortable postion and try and fish for me with her arm.

Its (not) getting hot in here

Well, I am hopefully on the mend again.  Back to waking my owner up at various minutes past 4.00 am for a bit of much needed attention.  I either like to sit on her pillow and shout, bite and pull her hair with my teeth or do some excellent athletic long-jumping across the full width of her bed and landing in a very noisy manner.

Handsome Henry and Ms E Heap

I'm none too pleased with the cold though and I am either velcro-ing myself to my owner's anatomy or leeching warmth out of radiator covers as in the attached picture.  I have been enjoying pouncing on my Pets@Home fluffy reindeer toy on a stick c/o Miss E Heap at Christmas.  We rudely forgot to return the favour with Lord Feline Henry who I deigned to share a house with for three months a few years back when I was a kitten and he was already a mature boy.  We did NOT get on as I kept trying to chase him around the house, ate his food and sat atop his litter box whilst he was trying to use it.  What laughs!

Vets Revisited

Vets: two injections, course of antibiotics and blood test.  Me: not very happy.  Owner: empty purse, emotional derangement and loss of weight/sleep.

Felt rather poorly, lethargic, depressed, no shouting, hiding away and refusing to eat food so had to visit vets again.  Did not enjoy injections/physical examination but strangely relaxed during blood test but that may have been due to having three vetinary nurses surrounding and admiring me which is always pleasing.  Rather a suspenseful wait for results but all seems clear other than shameful case of worms, as owner been most lax in applying worming spot-on.  She can only guess I must have had adverse reaction to antibiotics as I have perked up considerably since discontinuing them.

Appreciation of Elf Culture

Participating in an Elf Party

Have been feeling under the weather.  Stopped eating my food and just wanted to sleep and sleep so taken to vets who diagnosed temperature and swollen tonsils. :-(  Given two stinky injections and course of antibiotics.  Seemed to perk up after jabs and being taken on short holiday in Stratford-on-Avon, where got to enjoy 3 x attention, an Elf Party (had a go at sniffing a lit candle and investigating food trays on the table).  Also given some lovely prawns.  However, on my return home I had a great sulk and then became very subdued.  Owner rather worried but have another vet appointment booked for the weekend.

All Visitors Great & Small

Had a visit from small 9 year old niece girl called Marvellous Martha last weekend.  I got over-excited and rushed after her from room to room startling her somewhat.  I must admit I also got a bit jealous as she was receiving a disproportionate amount of attention from my owner which was most definitely not on.  However, matters were improved slightly when my owner returned from Witney's The Pottery Place (if it is good enough for David Cameron's children, it is good enough for me) with a food dish for me featuring my beautiful form so that I may marvel at my bounteous splendour every time I receive my evening's ration of Lick e Lix pale pink paste (yum).

Making Friends with Local Wildlife

Very pleased to discover some exotic local wildlife (c/o Frosts Garden Centre) on the living room rug and immediately adopted stalking position and gave it a good bash about with paws.  Most interesting twig like bits projecting from its head that I also explored with my teeth.

I am naturally blessed with interior decorating skills and like to re-arrange glass baubles on Christmas trees to a more aesthetically pleasing position.  This usually involves standing on tip-toes, grabbing and pulling them with some force off a branch and then tossing them with great vigour around the floor until they break apart into many tiny pieces.  Roll on December I say, may the fun beginneth.

Have been rather bored over recent days though as 'the rain it raineth every day' in West Oxfordshire recently and I have not been particularly enthusiastic about taking myself into great puddles even if there are plenty of worms to be had.  I have been giving my owner a good shouting at when she returns from work and demand to be picked up and cuddled where I purr loudly.

Avon Calling

A Moses Basket

Crikey, bit of a tight squish to fit into my cat basket.  I've not used it for several months and think it must have 'shrunk in the wash'.  My owner implied I might have put on weight and I was most offended.  What is worse, I have to revist the vets soon for some booster jabs and a health check and last time they suggested I was rather on the portly side, can you imagine?

Still cultivating my fleas nicely despite Frontline assaults. My owner de-capitated one last night in the kitchen sink with some hot water and washing up liquid.  Have been assisting  with the wrapping of a few presents recently and she is a little concerned that she may be gift wrapping a few flea eggs for the recipients at the same time, lucky them!

Met nice 'Avon Calling' lady, Shirley, on Sunday afternoon and brushed around her ankles until highly offensive tortoiseshell feline appeared on opposite side of the road whereupon I charged like the lightbrigade (whatever that might be??).  I believe that their 'Skin So Soft' range is meant to be excellent at deterring mosquitos and midges and such like so maybe my owner ought to have bought some lotion for my infernal fleas.  Off for a snooze now ....