tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1998483956513036332024-02-07T02:32:14.273+00:00Who's a chachat ?KATTY'S A CHACHAT !! <br>
<small>(That's my humans' favourite thing to say. And that's fine by me. After all, i AM a chachat)</small>KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-44626545407893817912011-04-11T22:11:00.004+01:002011-04-11T23:02:59.100+01:00KattyCat, green-fingered cat.<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AJQ-FKMIOO8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br />It's official: my parents love me.<br />They brought me back my own wee garden from the shop - full of <span style="font-style:italic;">Nepeta racemosa</span>. (that's the name for geeks like mummy, the plant biologist. It's actually called catnip, or catmint, or KattyCat's-very-own-favourite-thing-on-earth).<br />I love it.<br />I love it so much that i'm going to lick the leaves everyday, to make sure my plants are well watered.<br />One needs to be very careful with catmint and maintain a high humindity to make sure one gets lots and lots of new leaves in the weeks to come.<br />One loves being a gardener.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-12697815782762511722011-01-10T01:07:00.005+00:002011-01-10T01:34:33.073+00:00KattyCat, Queen of the house.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQmXTrGRBscgVbKPHnITNQ7oM82KG-CEEy9m3CDEvV1yUn4EG_UPLOWBlllxNSwAk1_d2YfTAP57JLGYXsCkmYryxQy-AumItr8_2BJWC3nGhL3UOGaHc_p0Nmn1qG-uWXcBROmMayIE/s1600/s-queen2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQmXTrGRBscgVbKPHnITNQ7oM82KG-CEEy9m3CDEvV1yUn4EG_UPLOWBlllxNSwAk1_d2YfTAP57JLGYXsCkmYryxQy-AumItr8_2BJWC3nGhL3UOGaHc_p0Nmn1qG-uWXcBROmMayIE/s200/s-queen2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560358478610382930" /></a> At last, my status has been recognised and officialised. I mean, i've always known i was the ruler, but it's nice to have the crown on my head at last.<br />Except that i did hear the parents laughing when they took this picture - i have no idea why.<br />Don't i look distinguished and proud on my living-room throne ? Well, i think so. And it's all that matters.<br />And as my role model Queen Victoria once said, the important thing is not what they think of me, but what I think of them.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-66782789196193723662010-12-30T02:23:00.002+00:002011-01-04T04:28:38.059+00:00KattyCat, Christmas decoration.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBhycg0BK2Pezo5tcbEqAeZxQC_zAzmSsduTX6kW1KILz2foIwtdqmG6-odp-aVE81LL2D7aQj5mWb-_F7LvoXhMRmc4kC8TvDic1abNSRWe83AYM9fZpt84gRdtS8zj0boWNNgFe7es/s1600/s01-tree-katty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBhycg0BK2Pezo5tcbEqAeZxQC_zAzmSsduTX6kW1KILz2foIwtdqmG6-odp-aVE81LL2D7aQj5mWb-_F7LvoXhMRmc4kC8TvDic1abNSRWe83AYM9fZpt84gRdtS8zj0boWNNgFe7es/s320/s01-tree-katty.jpg" /></a></div>I have been told that i'm the prettiest Christmas decoration - i tend to think that it's quite true. I mean, everybody's commenting on how beautiful i am, so why wouldn't i think it's true ?<br />The problem with being a Christmas decoration, is that i didn't get a Christmas present - it comes with the function it seems. OK, so it's been snowing a lot just before the holidays, and the Christmas shopping was kind of cut short, and i was promised to get a new scratching pole in the new year, as soon as the snow melts. But i still suspect it has to do with "the sale", and the fact that i always show more interest to Christmas wrapping than to Christmas present. Yet, is it acceptable ? Where is my new pole ? Why am i not being spoiled rotten as a beautiful girl like me should ?<br />Well, the parents got <a href="http://www.theslanket.com/">slankets</a>, so i guess it's not all doom and gloom on the Christmas present front - it's SO soft to sit on them those days, i can't get enough of it. Like right now, i'm upside down, dreaming, all curled up on a soft chocolate brown slanket (and yes, i can sleep AND tell you all about my life at the same time). If that's being a Christmas decoration, can i do just that all year long ?<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-24098786296231962332010-05-19T22:07:00.008+01:002010-06-01T17:49:25.885+01:00KattyCat, not jealous.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgld1d4XGj_uYzDPXs4RTttqVuXYQuCtYHguVWoUx9nVgs_5dV_55AmRwZtFdrrI5efxNU_Pfbdr1sG_VsbA5DHPHGGzFXNiMFavdD5nSbdzImEd6fRYTYS92W819kIq49F7oSVsVpXaOk/s1600/sPrune&Miaou.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgld1d4XGj_uYzDPXs4RTttqVuXYQuCtYHguVWoUx9nVgs_5dV_55AmRwZtFdrrI5efxNU_Pfbdr1sG_VsbA5DHPHGGzFXNiMFavdD5nSbdzImEd6fRYTYS92W819kIq49F7oSVsVpXaOk/s400/sPrune&Miaou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477848200189163698" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDqyqes_arfNm2sruOrY23Wwh5E1rac5jtv-FCk9KbCG3pfIvT_I_IkQo7CnvJRkZn0wkkxE2OPw_TL_3OATdiqfqMu3MHtZjEsFH7hgQRfFhrWkwngER-6QSEYjF6LOMC7LHXvkDwsI/s1600/Prune+et+ses+petits+pruneaux.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDqyqes_arfNm2sruOrY23Wwh5E1rac5jtv-FCk9KbCG3pfIvT_I_IkQo7CnvJRkZn0wkkxE2OPw_TL_3OATdiqfqMu3MHtZjEsFH7hgQRfFhrWkwngER-6QSEYjF6LOMC7LHXvkDwsI/s400/Prune+et+ses+petits+pruneaux.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473093922900919410" /></a> My mum's mum - i guess that would be my granny ? - anyway, my mum's mum's cat - is that my auntie ? - has had babies - are they my cousins ? Gosh, cross-species families are complicated.<br />Anyway, 3 kittens. <br />Very cute.<br />No, no, i'm not jealous of their cuteness, i mean they ARE cute, that's a fact, and now i'm even showing them on my blog, sharing my fame with them, so there, i'm not jealous.<br />But seriously, what is there with kittens and humans ?<br />I mean come-on - a mature lady like me is the best companion you'll ever have. I'm smart, playful, self-sufficient (apart from the catnip bit, yeah, yeah), AND, last but not least, I AM BEAUTIFUL.<br />So why are they all cooing ??<br />Yes, my cousins are cute. They live in the french countryside on a pink fleece. Yes, everything kitten is super cute, and maybe everything french too. <br />I was once a kitten you know, i was once cute too.<br />And now i'm just plain BEAUTIFUL.<br />And not jealous of the attention that all the kittens of the world get.<br />Not one bit.<br />So, stop looking at them, because in this place, it's ALL ABOUT ME.<br />All right ?<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-4755172498306224242010-05-03T23:28:00.005+01:002010-05-04T00:01:08.574+01:00KattyCat, busier than a bee.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieStjtuo_IyFPrwWOCqSu2okUYzKWpfxCjNJt4PydTFMDIsRWYfEDuHUj0MWPvT72Eaj_5mG9Ri1k-uou2rGXuXwl3ArixrJSDz_rhz-qn53-E3ZLo64yOA0MCY3-jwdxz5m5lGR0XMqM/s1600/busykatty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieStjtuo_IyFPrwWOCqSu2okUYzKWpfxCjNJt4PydTFMDIsRWYfEDuHUj0MWPvT72Eaj_5mG9Ri1k-uou2rGXuXwl3ArixrJSDz_rhz-qn53-E3ZLo64yOA0MCY3-jwdxz5m5lGR0XMqM/s200/busykatty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467182201245772450" border="0" /></a> So many things have happened lately, i have been the busiest cat ever.<br /><br />I mean, for a start, the Da Birds seem to regenerate so quickly, i feel like i'll never managed to keep them under control. As soon as i eventually manage to kill one of those feathery things, here you go, another one appears. Thankfully, i'm a brave scottish cat, and i'll fight the invader with all my might. I don't think i will ever tire of this war. Mummy insists it's just a game to keep me fit - but let me tell you, she has no clue. General KattyCat will win over the ever renewing Da Birds !<br /><br />Oh, and the humans have decided that i needed some hard brushing to get rid of my winter fluff - i mean COME ON, i NEED my heavy coat for those cold scottish spring nights, now that the radiators are off ! So i'm learning new kinds of meows to make sure mummy understands when enough is enough. Damn brushing, it really spoils one's nap. And i don't see the problem with a few hairballs, even when they come through the other side... er... well... you know... Anyway. What happens in the litter box stays in the litter box. Well, most of the time that is.<br /><br />Oh, and mummy has started a new season of "i need to get fit, let's do gym with my wii" - oh dear, i mean, doesn't she know that her belly is just perfect as it is - soft and comfy, perfect for a tired cat to sleep on. What if she looses all her fat and her comfiness ? So i've been feeling that it was my duty to interfere, and ask for food, catnip, play, or even just a cuddle when she's huffing and puffing with her hand weights. I'm not being annoying, just supportive of my mummy's current figure. I really don't see who could blame me.<br /><br />All of this, plus the birds to keep an eye on, especially on the sunny spot in the morning, i'm telling you, i'm way overworked.<br />It's hard work to keep on top of so many things.<br />Yet, i can't wait for the season to heat up, with the "spot the open window" game coming up soon.<br />I think i really, really like spring time.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-78232768534214457292010-04-04T13:17:00.003+01:002010-04-04T13:26:20.296+01:00KattyCat & the writer's block.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWK_hrQMf35mZno8cVgFlzI7veOkEFtTRv17-XUfBYtDwwgWBIW5lOuX-T4VKIShS6eIS_K8V1e2UF8ehTnsxZCdW2bBQL9V6U_BwqDKBlCCTART-QUD0LdAmILGFNveeA5UfYOnqOKE/s1600/kattybfast.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWK_hrQMf35mZno8cVgFlzI7veOkEFtTRv17-XUfBYtDwwgWBIW5lOuX-T4VKIShS6eIS_K8V1e2UF8ehTnsxZCdW2bBQL9V6U_BwqDKBlCCTART-QUD0LdAmILGFNveeA5UfYOnqOKE/s400/kattybfast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456255487710095090" border="0" /></a><br />Mummy's breakfast on the table - CHECK<br />A laptop - CHECK<br />A sunny spot with a cushion - CHECK<br />Adventures to tell the world - CHECK<br />Catnip to trigger inspiration - missing.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-64538404111671517702010-03-29T22:24:00.003+01:002010-03-29T22:41:36.300+01:00KattyCat, playboy kitty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fzHAH4WMFSuEwK7OneSOccG4Q0Z_suOD4j9sQSXamzw0gT6hkp0yF00QzUg9cwyHVJ6PMmRwVOL0QbKQsvxHeQmw0EqGDif8NCRYK2gkyGBkeg7Gu855skSrmYpuiWCOCF1Q0n1RqCA/s1600/s-katty-showing-off.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fzHAH4WMFSuEwK7OneSOccG4Q0Z_suOD4j9sQSXamzw0gT6hkp0yF00QzUg9cwyHVJ6PMmRwVOL0QbKQsvxHeQmw0EqGDif8NCRYK2gkyGBkeg7Gu855skSrmYpuiWCOCF1Q0n1RqCA/s400/s-katty-showing-off.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454171004330605458" /></a><br />I think my humans have no clue about privacy.<br />I mean come-on, i do show them my belly, but it's because i love THEM, and it's not for the whole world wide web to see !<br />Yet, time and time again, they take pictures of me in ANY kind of positions possible.<br />Look at this one for example - this was a PRIVATE bath time on the sofa, while i was high on catnip and happy with life - why does it end up on this blog, i don't know. There are things a little cat cannot control.<br /><small>(sigh)</small><br />There should be a law for cats to own the right to their image.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-1076579814407258162010-03-07T23:21:00.003+00:002010-03-07T23:31:36.000+00:00KattyCat, sun worshipper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3euguWMtQPq3y-dx-VEX_M0wUeTIBIFHMfBYaq5SxHu1lHLCQHB8KCYKTflTXPzL83TSUoeDZ5xHYYk_a4sekMkBp9k5e0M_0Gee8A27QBqkQl1aQUzSic4Yx3Fa4UrWli_rF3IlYjVY/s1600-h/s-katty-sunshine.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3euguWMtQPq3y-dx-VEX_M0wUeTIBIFHMfBYaq5SxHu1lHLCQHB8KCYKTflTXPzL83TSUoeDZ5xHYYk_a4sekMkBp9k5e0M_0Gee8A27QBqkQl1aQUzSic4Yx3Fa4UrWli_rF3IlYjVY/s200/s-katty-sunshine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036415912207362" /></a> I think spring is back !<br />Oh i love spring, the sun, and the birdies singing all day long.<br />Oh happy days coming up !<br />Sleeping on my cushion on the window seat all day long, only to be woken up by the feather things on the trees, or the feather thing in the living-room. <br />This is THE life.<br />Playing, sleeping, watching.<br />Shame my humans are a bit stressed at the moment - too much work i've heard them say, it makes them cranky and quick to argue.<br />Can't they see that all of this doesn't matter when the sun is BACK !<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-67038088351965899132010-02-23T22:29:00.003+00:002010-02-23T22:40:45.920+00:00KattyCat, all by herself.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3honSBY7QkL-NzmOPLV0TLNIxEN2TTlFrwxCl9Q7bqqwHLWzAS5qM_qL_qNLWY2tnI_r_eG3M3ZImG6eQkXgXBy6cTBrdfD8U0wt2dH9ZjMu43QNcRi0MiN_1c7RVggnP-POYyAOD_Is/s1600-h/katty-sad.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3honSBY7QkL-NzmOPLV0TLNIxEN2TTlFrwxCl9Q7bqqwHLWzAS5qM_qL_qNLWY2tnI_r_eG3M3ZImG6eQkXgXBy6cTBrdfD8U0wt2dH9ZjMu43QNcRi0MiN_1c7RVggnP-POYyAOD_Is/s200/katty-sad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441569823840528162" /></a> They've done it.<br />I'm still in shock.<br />How could they ?<br />Leaving me ? All alone ? For 3 WHOLE NIGHTS ?<br />That's not fair, that's not allowed, or that shouldn't be.<br />Oh i know, they've sent Auntie J. to give me food and play with me everyday. And i have to admit, Auntie J. is super nice, and she has REAL birds at home, so hopefully i can visit her sometimes and have a nice close look at her buggies.<br />But still, can you imagine ?<br />NOBODY to sleep on at night ? <br />NO lap, NO belly, NO play-time before bed, NO cuddles in the middle of the night, NO NOTHING !?<br />I have to find a way, i have to make sure this doesn't happen ever again.<br />I can't have my heart broken another time.<br />Nobody leaves Katty in a corner.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-68098039826122163812010-02-19T00:54:00.005+00:002010-03-26T23:36:33.260+00:00KattyCat, on the hunt.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZQpHB_5eC_QR2N5NRkXfmO98xl_l0MVmEd4McABTElww9XJwzhiJ9AUwsT08upQ_ljMhopXnsR47q8dpb9MUe6HfE6E8J9Tb86kg0JcipAZ7hD3KVhszBJTQyb9_1LxcHUCdWdBuC5k/s1600-h/fs-da-bird-cat-toy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZQpHB_5eC_QR2N5NRkXfmO98xl_l0MVmEd4McABTElww9XJwzhiJ9AUwsT08upQ_ljMhopXnsR47q8dpb9MUe6HfE6E8J9Tb86kg0JcipAZ7hD3KVhszBJTQyb9_1LxcHUCdWdBuC5k/s200/fs-da-bird-cat-toy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439751783377878370" /></a> Oh my god, a bird has entered the flat.<br />I think it's on a string, and it does disappear quite mysteriously inside a cupboard when my play time is over.<br />But when it's around, flying back and forth, IT IS THE BEST THING EVER !<br />I've managed to catch it a few times, and i love it so much it makes me growl and hiss - don't even think of coming between me and Da Bird.<br />Seriously, kitty friends, <a href="http://www.da-bird.co.uk/epages/es109753.sf">get one</a>. This is fabulous.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-50681133012615715722010-02-15T17:45:00.007+00:002010-02-15T18:10:10.019+00:00KattyCat should know better than to say: "Fontaine, je ne boirai pas de ton eau".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bm-t1g-zlc6Cheryij4BjodaLq6AtsjQMnT108JHAaZYltj-1CP5qXm8lmgDPE2aTJpZF2UPHwiXbEgPgCQpRs68HpdaPHgVs65_ggiHJge2leEPnK7eLeqr0rVHOIoBI-BXHm9Ged4/s1600-h/29794_3_.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bm-t1g-zlc6Cheryij4BjodaLq6AtsjQMnT108JHAaZYltj-1CP5qXm8lmgDPE2aTJpZF2UPHwiXbEgPgCQpRs68HpdaPHgVs65_ggiHJge2leEPnK7eLeqr0rVHOIoBI-BXHm9Ged4/s200/29794_3_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438529579959578530" /></a> I've been given this strange thing today. Weird. They've put it next to my water bowl. I'm not sure what i'm supposed to do with it - it's rather noisy and there seem to be water flowing through it. I don't like water. I'm scared of water. Well, except the water that's in my water bowl, of course.<br />I heard mummy say something like "<span style="font-style:italic;">come on chachat, try your water fountain!</span>" I have no idea what she was on about. I mean, is she really thinking that i'm going to drink from SOMETHING ELSE than my water bowl ? I mean, come on, i love to see my humans slaving away mornings and evenings, neatly cleaning my bowl, and filling it with fresh water. Why would i need something that doesn't require any human's help twice a day ?<br />I mean, my humans are ALWAYS at hand twice a day.<br />Well, i guess if they were planning to go away for a short time, that'd be different.<br />But don't be ridiculous, surely they're not going away. Surely they're not planning a week-end without me - surely not. Come on. I've raised them better, they wouldn't dare.<br />So there remains my question: why the silly plastic noisy watery thing ?<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-52725001298112018092010-02-02T21:58:00.002+00:002010-02-02T22:11:35.019+00:00KattyCat, neighbourhood watching.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAJKmZJPTzbDEBxrJnfZomGAkGcl3EJ9AQKDRbNnXuM3qwH9h6Nmv_D-kgFaOthIKn5IYwwIZN4R_P7WRSXNU4f1hHa8Mu57v5VX4Uw66fBZwtPN7ODvpqguGRUcoZieAp7YGGBrI6n4/s1600-h/s-katty-birdfeeder.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeAJKmZJPTzbDEBxrJnfZomGAkGcl3EJ9AQKDRbNnXuM3qwH9h6Nmv_D-kgFaOthIKn5IYwwIZN4R_P7WRSXNU4f1hHa8Mu57v5VX4Uw66fBZwtPN7ODvpqguGRUcoZieAp7YGGBrI6n4/s200/s-katty-birdfeeder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433769156716361666" /></a> I got this for Christmas.<br />A bird feeder.<br />You see, i live on the 3rd floor, so i can see the birds nesting in the trees, or feeding from the backgarden. But they don't come near me.<br />Oh, i'm not shortsighted - i can observe quite well from my high tower.<br />Still, birds just behind my window, i have to say that my humans had a brilliant idea there.<br />So far, not so much has happened - the grand-parents spotted a couple of blue tits when they slept in MY playroom the other week, but i haven't been that lucky.<br />But i'm waiting.<br />It's been snowing again, they're bound to want my food.<br />They're bound to come to me.<br />In the meantime, a squirrel is building a nest in the big tree, and it's quite a thrill.<br />Seriously, i love day-time TV.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-5098620263778627472010-01-25T00:34:00.008+00:002010-01-25T15:23:25.716+00:00KattyCat loves GrandPa.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHzTUxQU5KoQI7GTf5OC57QkpJ23wkcL4jhNMPnnHsUvP498eMsgTPfKuTpwpOJkzYs3a6CaxD2bTLQ9F9-1tUA8FH6R3i81bgqhj8kJUUz9LscIhPBz8oAUKZ6q1MzgJ6m8O-WksyI8/s1600-h/katty-gdpa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHzTUxQU5KoQI7GTf5OC57QkpJ23wkcL4jhNMPnnHsUvP498eMsgTPfKuTpwpOJkzYs3a6CaxD2bTLQ9F9-1tUA8FH6R3i81bgqhj8kJUUz9LscIhPBz8oAUKZ6q1MzgJ6m8O-WksyI8/s200/katty-gdpa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430697901159716402" /></a><br />The grandparents are back for the week-end.<br />It's christmas all over again.<br />And i'm the baby jesus, the christmas tree, the wonder, the centre of all the conversations.<br />I'm not sure there's anything better than being a grandcat.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-57599469175755037602010-01-19T19:43:00.006+00:002010-01-19T20:10:22.315+00:00KattyCat & her personal trainers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQGBM7t3ojdTIR3lMu2pzLehxaTGJwkfhVl9_tfrtl8K_E3Yw-ECUZylOzmzfxoOqfPZmtSdMriE7R0SI2qnTWaPBF-xT9TaenWqb2xrJV2JtiKXKWZrOmqkv2JW0-TGV7BByApk5rfMw/s1600-h/panic-mouse.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQGBM7t3ojdTIR3lMu2pzLehxaTGJwkfhVl9_tfrtl8K_E3Yw-ECUZylOzmzfxoOqfPZmtSdMriE7R0SI2qnTWaPBF-xT9TaenWqb2xrJV2JtiKXKWZrOmqkv2JW0-TGV7BByApk5rfMw/s200/panic-mouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428540038708476498" /></a> Well, once again, i'm puzzled by my humans. <br />I mean, no more than a week ago, they were concerned that maybe my tummy was a bit too large. (maybe). And they've started to use the string more than usual, to get me moving.<br />I thought that was all good.<br />So good indeed, that my exercise sessions are the new best thing on earth ever.<br />I can't get enough.<br />And here they are, all concerned that i don't run to my food when they're back at night, or that i don't seem to care for catnip in the morning, or that i don't even want to jump on the sofa at any time (even when daddy's busy with his laptop - that's usually my clue to go and climb all over him).<br />No, all i do is standing by my bedroom door and meow for more play.<br />And more.<br />And more again.<br />I just want to chase the string.<br />What's the problem with that, i thought i was being a dutiful good cat !<br />Seriously, those humans, they're so queer !<br />(and i've seen mummy shuffling some old toys to grab that silly <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Panic-Mouse-201-00/dp/B0001VJWNE/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=garden&qid=1263931089&sr=8-2">panic mouse</a> she bought last Chritmas - well, i say, i do not care for exercise without a personal trainer, and will REFUSE to play with the panic mouse. Just like i did for months last winter. Who's ever heard of a cat without a personal trainer ?!)<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-82154476725469509172010-01-13T19:19:00.009+00:002010-01-13T19:36:09.235+00:00KattyCat, getting self-conscious.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Fg4ddqPRT2jCRWE-mQIA1Fh2IxyabCoY21dYqg7NPmWBBuQT-oByXjhyEHFq07R3DnbJfIcOwvCVd8R3aEht4umWEKZ6l3-v-OsOtrhHR6QiauSkSzH9Do-u1kgyXiUvaGHybPZ7HxA/s1600-h/kt.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Fg4ddqPRT2jCRWE-mQIA1Fh2IxyabCoY21dYqg7NPmWBBuQT-oByXjhyEHFq07R3DnbJfIcOwvCVd8R3aEht4umWEKZ6l3-v-OsOtrhHR6QiauSkSzH9Do-u1kgyXiUvaGHybPZ7HxA/s200/kt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426309422417996018" /></a> More and more people are commenting on my belly.<br />It seems that perhaps, there is a possibility that i may have put on a little bit of weight in the last year.<br />Hm, not much.<br />I mean, humans, think of it, when you put on a kilo, you don't over-react, do you ? It's not the end of the world, is it ?<br />So, why should i worry ?<br />Just for a little wee small and insignifiant kilo ?<br />I know the vet said that if i was continuing to "grow", i would probably have to go on a diet. I know.<br />But, is it my fault if my humans are often too busy to move a string ?<br />I mean, i do not want a diet: i want a daily work-out ! With string, hair-bands and christmas balls !<br />More food, more play !!<br />(if my humans read this - especially my daddy - could you please help with the moving-the-string part ? Those "belly" comments need to stop - it's never good for a girl's self-image. Thanks !)<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-67485100147785645652010-01-12T11:49:00.004+00:002010-01-12T12:46:56.544+00:00KattyCat, upside down.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_rIoUygSwUhTmD5Yov_WqgVpMi0NbMgJETN-weJMgUaZiXXRDFBo16dwsvEEEvp-SRc-uTZLgtf1MwVGsiPz2gL4eHxDifwxbfTc36l4ncMvNPTdJnS5B2u5AMiLyKKSi-9uNqZ8jaM/s1600-h/upsidedownkatty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_rIoUygSwUhTmD5Yov_WqgVpMi0NbMgJETN-weJMgUaZiXXRDFBo16dwsvEEEvp-SRc-uTZLgtf1MwVGsiPz2gL4eHxDifwxbfTc36l4ncMvNPTdJnS5B2u5AMiLyKKSi-9uNqZ8jaM/s400/upsidedownkatty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425819381664179554" /></a><br />This is an example of the radiator bathing technique.<br />Mummy's working from home today as she's waiting for a parcel, so the heating is on and is powerful - a real treat !<br />Instead of trying to learn to turn the heating on by myself, maybe i could find a way to make one of my humans stay home every single day ? Cuddles + heat, that'd be a winner !<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-76888390724683170742010-01-08T21:58:00.010+00:002010-01-08T22:31:13.019+00:00KattyCat & the invisible mouse.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-FijZ6PDWpOmxFuzmzW_Jn4l8KI2GAcIP35PMfWyz2iWtpwMagvWW2OIQPYjgP86NP_-UHOqvs09YioXJMrmAhLYhcgIVVEKEXSscpIEcS34JBtOWmMwYFg6RUcRmBJs0kX9gDZmwb8/s1600-h/Beige_cat_toy_mouse.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-FijZ6PDWpOmxFuzmzW_Jn4l8KI2GAcIP35PMfWyz2iWtpwMagvWW2OIQPYjgP86NP_-UHOqvs09YioXJMrmAhLYhcgIVVEKEXSscpIEcS34JBtOWmMwYFg6RUcRmBJs0kX9gDZmwb8/s200/Beige_cat_toy_mouse.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424495224260753522" /></a> There's a mouse under the floorboards.<br />I can hear it.<br />I can smell it.<br />I can almost see it moving.<br />I know my humans think i'm being silly, staring at the floor for hours, ears pointing towards a spot then another.<br />But let me tell you, after over a year of silent and perpetual watching, i caught a mouse. That was a couple of months ago.<br />A wee black mouse.<br />The silly thing didn't survive the encounter, so i've been told. It seems that real mice are more fragile than toy mice... oh well, how was i to know ?? It was my first ever catch !<br />And ever since, i've been even more vigilant.<br />I know there's another mouse.<br />Just under my nose, below the floorboards.<br />I'll wait for you Mouse, i'll never stop my watch.<br />One day, yes one day, i'll get you.<br />(or your sister)<br />(or your friend)<br />(or just your tail)<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-4200708418550656162010-01-03T17:29:00.006+00:002010-01-03T18:34:37.342+00:00KattyCat's new year's goals<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYkRaPrt-LuTUPG7bS2rnRApXULcMMDTdNoZIWvtacE5n4xTB5kIQJFRvZVKCLHfCB22z4MjU1bIC0RaIEdiOfgFWCjxS_JXgpUlw3uS7dybMiofzcuQ6UL5InnclgzErwOmgBUNOPsDE/s1600-h/NY.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYkRaPrt-LuTUPG7bS2rnRApXULcMMDTdNoZIWvtacE5n4xTB5kIQJFRvZVKCLHfCB22z4MjU1bIC0RaIEdiOfgFWCjxS_JXgpUlw3uS7dybMiofzcuQ6UL5InnclgzErwOmgBUNOPsDE/s200/NY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422568551920653938" /></a> I've been told i'm supposed to take new year's resolutions. Like becoming a better cat or giving-up catnip. As if i wasn't the perfect cat already.<br />But thinking of it, although i AM the perfect cat, i don't have the perfect life (yet).<br />So here are my 10 goals for the year to come:<br />1. Catch the string in 2010. Once and for all.<br />2. Get my humans to get up in the morning. May need to design new strategy.<br />3. (Pretend to) learn to fetch.<br />4. Avoid vet at all costs.<br />5. Find way to paralyse my humans when they sleep. Tossing and turning mean that i can't sleep on their belly all night long. This has to change.<br />6. Learn french. Well, maybe. I already understand "<em>chachat</em>" and "<em>ma Katty</em>" - do i need anything else to understand Mummy ?<br />7. Learn to turn the heating on when my humans are away.<br />8. Learn to open windows when my humans are away (not in the winter though, this one can wait for the summer).<br />9. Catch more moths than last year. And maybe another mouse.<br />10. Get my grandparents to move in forever.<br />If i can achieve at least #4 in 2010, i think i will call my life perfect.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-85111249855329231492009-12-29T18:16:00.008+00:002009-12-29T18:37:03.493+00:00KattyCat, meeting the parents.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3VApTw4I5ik9Qo3KVd_XRlS1a4ybfv4cXClmhreoZOvnhn_9TASCV7K4D4DXcHP-to7hKa4OyPoYmjNhCS9UInb0UTI473_JFA4QW6J8yGrXvbDsLLft26R1eMmKMhuNVHlTXd5k6FI/s1600-h/grandparents.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 91px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm3VApTw4I5ik9Qo3KVd_XRlS1a4ybfv4cXClmhreoZOvnhn_9TASCV7K4D4DXcHP-to7hKa4OyPoYmjNhCS9UInb0UTI473_JFA4QW6J8yGrXvbDsLLft26R1eMmKMhuNVHlTXd5k6FI/s200/grandparents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420725107089658194" /></a> I've discovered a new best thing ever this Christmas: grandparents. <br />Not my own - i mean, come on, cats' families don't usually stay in touch... no, i mean, my human grandparents !<br />You see, i'm not really keen on visitors, but those ones wouldn't leave the flat, so after a few days, i had to make do with the fact that they may become a permanent fixture on the sofa.<br />And that's when it happened: i realised they wanted to communicate with me.<br />And to play.<br />I mean, whoever decides to move a string is immediately my friend. Obviously. But usually, within 5 minutes, it's all over and something more interesting is catching my new friend's attention.<br />But those grandparents - they're made of patience.<br />HOURS.<br />Yes, literally hours of play. <br />With the same string, gently moved, hidden moved again.<br />I love my grandparents.<br />I hope they never ever leave.<br />And if they do, maybe i could move in with them ?<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-50237726637976747622009-12-23T18:12:00.004+00:002010-01-08T22:22:04.754+00:00KattyCat, alarm clock.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GWdwBUmXkjQmY7unber_-xMclFbPmPNBeUp03OeoAh0RLrGbqLRBUoBnEVlWDbjqijaS6p6bh1qJw1EJDhEZeQBSHy5w5ldWnOIV4nwfg-R3Cy3DgHpuIMP8R3x5p7nofsyVh2UOU1g/s1600-h/cat_clock.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GWdwBUmXkjQmY7unber_-xMclFbPmPNBeUp03OeoAh0RLrGbqLRBUoBnEVlWDbjqijaS6p6bh1qJw1EJDhEZeQBSHy5w5ldWnOIV4nwfg-R3Cy3DgHpuIMP8R3x5p7nofsyVh2UOU1g/s200/cat_clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418498226740150370" /></a> I don't know what's wrong with my humans, but they don't seem to understand that, with the sun rising, breakfast should appear in my bowl.<br />I mean, i've tried everything.<br />The "help-me please help-me i'm dying boo hoo" meow from the corridor, the jumping up the bed - down the bed - up the bed - down the bed, the lying on mummy's tummy until her back aches, the "look at me i'm so cute" position, paws up and belly available, even the sad puppy eyes, or the offended-cat-who-won't-look-at-you look.<br />EVERYTHING.<br />Yet, they take for ever to wake-up AND get up, every single morning.<br />I mean, what's wrong with them ?<br />Do they not know that their main purpose in life is to feed me ? (And belly-rub me. And catnip me. Well, you know, the satisfying-my-primary-needs duty.)<br />You would have assumed that humans, who see themselves as the optimal product of millions of years of evolution, would have by now understood that MORNING = BREAKFAST.<br />Shame my humans seem to have inherited the strange and rather annoying MORNING = LET ME SLEEP 5 MORE MINUTES PLEASE mutation.<br />.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-40884226966733837652009-12-22T11:07:00.006+00:002010-01-08T22:23:56.664+00:00KattyCat, radiator-bathing.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVvQGLcVT6_3l0rqlEscRlJzOGXdB7GFzNP_Wld3ectTpnvNGtFSQpE1mvbBN7L3oiMrZU-C-Xy1WkKkuZSW2wgy2MlwM5vbVT01W3Ml1tuAQR0nyTzPMzlzv6oiLBT7lyfbR9dfGe-U/s1600-h/cat_sleeping_02.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVvQGLcVT6_3l0rqlEscRlJzOGXdB7GFzNP_Wld3ectTpnvNGtFSQpE1mvbBN7L3oiMrZU-C-Xy1WkKkuZSW2wgy2MlwM5vbVT01W3Ml1tuAQR0nyTzPMzlzv6oiLBT7lyfbR9dfGe-U/s200/cat_sleeping_02.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418021087617731858" /></a> In the summer, i'm like a sunflower.<br />I follow the sun, slowly moving my way up the sofa, from one arm to the other, over the course of the afternoon.<br />But obviously, it's winter time now.<br />The sun is being very shy, and the sofa is freezing. Well, unless i can find a lap or two that is.<br />But i've discovered the best thing ever: radiator-bathing.<br />First, you have to choose a radiator with a comfy spot - the living-room one rates a bit low, i'm not a big fan of the floorboards. Same with the spare-room radiator: too much mess there.<br />My favourite one is in my humans' bedroom. I don't know if they've noticed, but they've left a really soft woolly jumper just there, and it's a bit like cat-heaven. But better.<br />Second, you have to be in a sleepy mood. OK, that's quite an easy one, especially for a wintering wee cat like me. I'd hibernate if i could.<br />Finally, you have to jam yourself underneath the said raidator, and lie down on your back, belly and paws facing the heat.<br />Now let the humans give you a belly rub from time to time, encourage them with a few eye blinks, and you're set for the best Christmas ever. Bliss.<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-60813582115895086432009-12-21T13:09:00.009+00:002009-12-21T14:00:45.140+00:00KattyCat, flower power.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEX3lo0Qg1pwm26V36vjrrvJxoVn86ng4pxXR3DvFvYGQ1We8E7PncyEfS2ZKiuxtXbUSJF1juA5c_Krf63RZkz2TIu1UXLCyMMpOtx05BAyMxpmotOJZA_TlqXyevqvlQfllADLt1mEQ/s1600-h/flower-power.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 88px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEX3lo0Qg1pwm26V36vjrrvJxoVn86ng4pxXR3DvFvYGQ1We8E7PncyEfS2ZKiuxtXbUSJF1juA5c_Krf63RZkz2TIu1UXLCyMMpOtx05BAyMxpmotOJZA_TlqXyevqvlQfllADLt1mEQ/s200/flower-power.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417688903721681362" /></a> Sometimes, i don't understand my humans. <br />Here they are, happy, chatting nicely on the sofa, with 2 pairs of legs to jump on, 4 hands to stroke me (2 on my head and one on my belly), and the world seems perfect.<br />Yet suddenly, they start to argue. <br />It's not like there was a storm in the living room. Lightning and thunder and all of that.<br />It's usually more subtle.<br />Like electricity in the air.<br />The kind that makes you want to hide under a chair.<br />It's such a shame.<br />But i've learnt now, i know not to run away.<br />I'm the rainbow, the peacemaker, the cute silly cat that's going to break the tension.<br />I just need to roll on my back, 4 paws up, and they can't help but laughing at me. Well, with me. Except i'm not laughing. Well, you know.<br />That made me think.<br />What if it became compulsory to have a cat ? <br />Could we bring peace on earth by just being cute ?<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-527357339835038142009-12-20T18:27:00.005+00:002009-12-21T19:03:23.914+00:00KattyCat, lolcat.<p align="left"><a href="http://cheezburger.com/View.aspx?aid=2279330048"><img id="_r_a_2279330048" title="U may kis mai hand" style="WIDTH: 350px" alt="U may kis mai hand" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2009/6/16/128896590114595367.jpg" width="355" /></a></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="left"><a href="http://cheezburger.com/View.aspx?aid=2409779968"><img id="_r_a_2409779968" title="Catnip abuse ? I don't even know what you're talking about." style="WIDTH: 350px" alt="Catnip abuse ? I don't even know what you're talking about" src="http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2009/7/15/128921530301648799.jpg" width="392" /></a><br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-65142168381902604612009-12-19T20:32:00.001+00:002009-12-21T20:59:48.080+00:00KattyCat, string-philiac<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1bh0EEvzcxJi97leMXLeZIU-X6_0zgZtiJtDhq-CT_xrIf3D65xC-oNuchkuZrOc3qrBA1rl3OIP7PIpI0eOZnREu7_u4GAkWodkzED5qx0IQ0UxBJ9wRdVb7YBm8nid6n6-z6vYXyw/s1600-h/ball_of_string.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1bh0EEvzcxJi97leMXLeZIU-X6_0zgZtiJtDhq-CT_xrIf3D65xC-oNuchkuZrOc3qrBA1rl3OIP7PIpI0eOZnREu7_u4GAkWodkzED5qx0IQ0UxBJ9wRdVb7YBm8nid6n6-z6vYXyw/s200/ball_of_string.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417790698014271362" /></a> Apart from my humans, catnip, and rubber bands, there's nothing better than a piece of string.<br />Seriously, they're irresistible.<br />I'm not quite sure why they sometime don't move - often during the day, when nobody's home, i stare at my yellow string, and nothing happens.<br />But when my humans come back home, something magic happens: the yellow string comes to life. Up and down, in circles, it appears and disappears between the floorboards. It drives me crazy. You should see the mess in my whiskers.<br />Hold on - my whiskers, they DO look like strings... should i try to catch them ?<br />How do you catch your whiskers ?<br />Is it like catching your tail ?<br />Oh boy, i've got to practice.<br />I'd better nap first... any free lap on the sofa ?<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199848395651303633.post-7242930547810148362009-12-18T21:13:00.001+00:002009-12-21T21:29:35.583+00:00KattyCat's top 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJAmK39giiQUfF-uTXTMWo6_oZQDbvJa9_VguF5nV1pgDdenWJ6CECT9TOBvwnIDyGDXWyMpXeumBk9u9RZTgqLpI9AY170bnjCOiFPC1qDOh0bzvxhxWERgvX2tE2TfuACu4urm7ITs/s1600-h/top50.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJAmK39giiQUfF-uTXTMWo6_oZQDbvJa9_VguF5nV1pgDdenWJ6CECT9TOBvwnIDyGDXWyMpXeumBk9u9RZTgqLpI9AY170bnjCOiFPC1qDOh0bzvxhxWERgvX2tE2TfuACu4urm7ITs/s200/top50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417804397309116802" /></a> 1 - Daddy. My favourite human EVER. He says he's a "dog person". Right ! I don't think so. He's the best thing to sit on (his belly is THE perfect head rest), and he's always getting up in the morning to give me food. I'm telling you, i have him COMPLETELY under the paw !<br />2 - Catnip. OMG, CATNIP IS SO YUMMY !!!<br />3 - Mummy. The thing is, mummy's a bit needy. Always up for a cuddle, a play, a scratch, a little nap. I mean, obviously it's great, she's always there whenever i want her. But she's also there when i want a quiet sleep on my own, and that can be a bummer. But mind you, she went away for a whole week some time ago, as she had to visit some relative. Well, that wasn't fun. AT ALL. So there, mummy may be annoying, she's still my 2nd favouritest human ever !<br />4 - Rubber bands. Hair bands. Anything stringy and bouncy at the same time. I love it when they're thrown. I run, run, run... and sniff'em. And wait. If my humans hope that i'm going to fetch, they have another thought coming. But could you throw it again, please, pretty please ?<br />5 - Strings. Any kind, well, as long as it's the moving kind. One day i'll catch ALL the strings in the world. ALL OF THEM !<br />.KattyCathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08025207657427048804noreply@blogger.com0