Who’z a guud puss?
I’z a good puss! I found the chicken. She waz hiding under the ferns. Clucking quietly.
Dan the Cat
This is all about Dan the cat and his new life in NZ. Born on 13/02/05 in Catford, UK, Apurrananta Finendandy is a beautiful British Blue pusskin.
5.06.10
Me hiding with the toys.
5.06.10
The ‘scary cat face’ Iris drew to tell me off. I’d got a bit excited and ripped up a special headband with cat ears on it. She was furious. “This’ll scare him out of his fur and he’ll run all the way to cat land.”
This is me curled up in a ball. This is the little sheila doing an impression.
Locked in
I disappeared again. They couldn’t find me. I was hiding … he he he.
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Another blackbird fledgling met it’s maker today.
Midnight tap dancing
I heard a strange noise in the middle of the night, a weird tapping, scraping noise. A noise like someone was trying to get in the house. I got up to investigate, not terrified like I thought I would be in a break-in situation.
The light in the lounge was one. I tip toed down the hall, walking on the left to avoid the creaky floorboards. I peeked around the door. I’d forgotten to pull the blinds on the French doors and moths were battering themselves against the glass; mini versions of the mothmen nightmare from my childhood.
This side of the door Dan was batting back at them, tapping and scraping the glass with his claws. Resigned and relieved I pulled the blinds, grabbed the cat and went back to bed.
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Iris shrieked, “Mummy,there’s something disgusting in the house!” She held up her foot and there, all over the sole, was a nasty smear of bird shit. Great. How the hell did that get in here? … More bird shit on the lounge floor. Oh no … has Dan caught a bird? Is it in the house? Is it alive …
We went on a bird hunt, checking under the beds. Iris took her room. I took mine. Sure enough, a lifeless body lay in my room between the bed and the wall. And beneath the bed, exactly in the middle, the hardest place for a claustrophobic to get to, a fresh pile of vomit.
Vomit
Just when they think I’m being good I drop them back in it. Today it’s a huge pile under the bed.
Alarm clock
Got everyone in the house up in double time this morning by having a massive screaming fight on the front porch. I saw of the black cat. He won’t be back.
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