28th October 2012
I was born August 2012 on a rural farm in the county of Cornwall. My mother was one of many feral cats living on the farm and being pregnant she considered herself very lucky to be under the watchful eye of a very kind neighbour. It was she that provided an outdoor shelter, clean straw and fresh food each day for my mother who in turn looked after me and my siblings.
We lived in the shelter for many weeks until Ma decided it was time to move us all into the big barn where the rest of her feral family lived. Instinct I suppose but the small shelter did become a little overcrowded as we grew. One by one she grabbed us by the scruff of our neck and took us to our new home. Once in there we would frolic and play with the rest of our somewhat rather large and extensive family and have great fun. There were many mysterious things in the barn, one of them an unusual container. Itching to explore I eagerly jumped on to the rim but then fell in to a black, slippery liquid which was as deep as my extended body. Standing stretched on my back legs I could just about keep my nose above the surface to breathe life... but not for long.
I don't know how long I was in there but I guess time was not on my side. "Luckily for me" a man came into the barn and noticed movement in the corner of his eye. In the blackness of the oil he saw my nose struggling to breathe and thankfully dragged me out, but I was too greasy to hold and slipped through his fingers to the floor. Leaving me he immediately ran home for things to wipe me down, and to call his wife Debbie to get her ass home pronto so they could drive me to the vet.
They were very concerned with my condition and had to leave me with the vet for 48 hours on a drip. The nurses there were very kind and called me Tom because the man that rescued me is called Hanks!! Film star before I knew!! Because I'd been totally submersed in the oil it was difficult to remove with detergents so I had to be totally shaved....Oh the shame!!
Eventually I was given the all clear and my saviours came to collect me.... a very frightened & wild kitten to give me refuge in their home. I lived in a very large cage for a while with comfortable straw and fed with medicines and lovely food. I am such a lucky boy because I now have a human mum and dad who look after me and have got me a new bed, scratch post and toys.
I like to keep warm on dads laptop while he's using it, then press the off switch.. he really luvs me!! I also sleep in the pigeon hole of my mums writing bureau, and also mess up the vases of dried barley. I am currently hiding under the TV cabinet with the fluff balls.. I don't think they know I'm here. I also like to snuggle up to dad in the evening and rest my paw on his arm, just so I know he's there, then when he least expects it, I bite him, such fun!!
I think I'll stay here, it's rather nice.
8th November 2012
I am so pleased that you all want to hear more about me, quite flattered as I feel so small and insignificant. Do you think I'm the "real" grown up Tom Hanks"? Ha Ha I bet you do, how funny. Well what have I been up to since my last blog?
I now have a good appetite. I have these tiny kitten biscuits, but seeing as I can fit a full finger tip into my mouth I think those big boy biscuits would be better. I have also tasted chicken, salmon and tinned tomatoes (I was found with my head in the latter licking out the tin) Yummie.
On Thursday night I was allowed to sleep ANYWHERE I wanted in the living room, no locking me in the cage anymore. I heard Debbie say she was a little concerned that I may get up to mischief in the night and maybe strangle myself on something, maybe a lamp cord. She shouldn't worry though cos when they go to bed I stretch myself out on the sofa cushions, get the blanket over me and have a big sleep. Sometimes if I'm not ready for bed when Bob & Deb are, it's such fun to run for the door before at the last minute before it's closed to get my paw through. I then get picked up and returned to the sofa, but I still run for the door in time to do it again and again. Such fun!
I must be well enough as I think the cage is going today, it takes up so much space and I don't need it any more. On Tuesday whilst D n B were having lunch at the table, I thought it really funny to climb their legs with my very sharp claws to get at their very nice food. However Debbie thought that repeatedly putting me back on the floor would stop me. Nooo I was up and down having such fun until Bob returned me to the cage for a while as punishment. Well I created merry hell and almost walked upside down on the bars making strange noises, don't know where they came from, I was loving it all.
Had to hide on Wednesday. I was in the utility room (where the boots are kept), when Debbie put a bowl of food (for my kin to eat) in a big white box and then pushed a button. Well you should have heard the noise it made, I fair near had a messy accident and shot behind the cooker to hide. Well what a mess it was behind there indeed. The gadget that was making the noise (microwave) was switched off and I was coaxed with a toy and a wiff of ham to come out which I did covered in fluff and cobwebs. Strange "noises" make me very nervous but will obviously have to get used to them. I don't really know what "noises" is but I think it's not good.
Next time I'll tell you about my "claws" and my "kin"..
Time for mischief!
Bye for now,
15th November 2012
I've been out in a car!
Yep! I sat on the back seat, well, sort of! Actually no I didn't, that's a small fib. I started off on the back seat on Debbie's lap but ended up under the front seat. Well... that's a big deal for me being just a little country farm critter.
I was placed in what they called a harness, that was a laugh! Initially I remember this black thing as being a tempting plaything, being dragged around the floor by Bob enticing me to chase it, very energetic and mucho fun. I didn't realize it was a ploy.
Then the morning we were due to go out, quick as you like I was wearing it. I wasn't too impressed as it felt quite strange. I leapt around like a bucking horse for a while then rolled on to my back to display my discontent. When no one paid attention I gave up and off we went on the journey to the vet for my first vaccinations. Debbie carried me from the car to the vets and announced that "Tom Hanks" was in the building which brought a smile from all.
I was somewhat surprised to see three other large four legged in there. They didn't look like me at all, much bigger and hairier with long noses and open mouthed with their tongues hanging out. Yuk! I sat on a ledge behind a large plant and peered at those four legs from afar.
Everyone was oooing and arring at me because "I am cute". The lovely lady vet gave me a good stroke and checked that all my bits were in good order. I didn't know that I had dropped my testicles, or something. I would go and look for them but it would seem that in a few weeks she would have them anyway!
After a while we left the vets and because I'd been so well behaved we travelled on to a very large pet shop where I tried to get under the shelves. I then sat on a luxurious bed for cats which was as soft as my fur, I'd love one of those. I didn't get one though but I did get some crunchy treats.
Back home I got lots of attention and extra strokes, then slept for hours as it had been a long busy day.
Time to go for now but stay tuned.
6th December 2012
Yep! I've been at it again and that's another life gone!
I was rushed to the vet on Monday 3rd December cos I looked drunk. I honestly had not been lapping at the red wine but my head was shaking, and whilst Debbie was playing ball with me I had trouble controlling my back legs as they were quite weak.
I was bundled into the car and whisked through the night to see the lovely lady as an emergency patient at the vets once more. It was decided that the mouse I had been caught nibbling earlier in the garage had probably been poisoned, so now the poison was in me. Maybe I had eaten others earlier but I'm not telling!! The vet said the shakes were called "tremors" and I had to stay overnight were I was put on a drip to wash out the poison and drugs to stop the shakes. Bob & Debbie were told to be on call overnight just in case and they were very worried they might lose me. Although I did have a couple of funny turns during the night, I felt better in the next morning.
Whilst I was away at the vets they both search the garage thoroughly and made sure there were no more dodgy mice for me to feast on. I heard they found a couple hidden under the rubbish. All gone now..
I was so happy to be home again even thought the nurses wanted to keep me there as their playboy. I was straight back in the garage the next day and hey presto! what did I find... yep a lovely juicy mouse, but fresh this time. Debbie opened the garage door just as I'd placed it on the mat as a "welcome home" present. She was so pleased..NOT. I had never been whisked indoors so quickly. The mouse was inspected for bits missing but to be honest I'd only just caught it.
All is well, they are so protective.."tut".
Thank you for being so concerned about me.
18th December 2012
I'm really excited!
Yes I'm really excited today as were all going on a long journey soon, much further than the vets this time. We're going to visit Debbies mum and dad for Christmas.
I think I will probably sleep all of the way there so I am full of energy ready to investigate my new surroundings. I hope there are lots of decorations for me to play with although I did hear something about ornaments needing to be packed away before my arrival, perhaps they are treats for me to eat! If not then who needs them when I'll have curtains to climb up. Yes, that's my favourite fun trick. However the curtains where I live have been tied up so I can't reach them because I've been told off many times and four times on Saturday night for racing up them, so they put me out of the room for time out.
I have been helping to organise things in the room where the presents and wrapping paper and coloured string and tinsel are kept. I think I've put it all in good order. It's really great to hide under the bed then jump out and play in all when I'm left alone.
It was back to the vet this week to have a microchip fitted in the back of my neck but it popped out. The nice lady at the vet shaved a little of my fur away, pushed the the chip back in then blobbed the opening with super glue so it'll stay put. So far it worked. It has made my fur a little untidy but I'm hoping it will improve for my trip so I'll look good in any Christmas photo shots. Maybe some one will have knitted me a festive jumper so I can cover my flaw! It was good to return to the vet though, just to get extra cuddles and squeezes from the girlies.
Back soon, I'm off for a play.
30th December 2012
Me as a cake!
Well hello and a very happy 2013 to you all. I must apologise for not writing sooner but I have been so busy having such a great Christmas.
It began with long long car journey which I didn't mind too much as I slept most of the way but also spent some time on Debbies knee looking out of the window, then slept some more. However I was glad to get to the other end and meet my grandma and granddad (human ones).
I had soooo much to explore in their house which had two floors unlike where I live, so stairs are new to me. I hid straight away under a bureau and wouldn’t come out until everyone had stopped fussing, then located my litter box, food and water which is served in a Gin and Tonic glass!! I then set off exploring. Many items had to be removed from my reach as I can jump very high now you know, so display plates, ornaments & photograph frames were all hidden away, so I think I made quite an entrance.
Aunty Karen joined us that night and I gave her a lovely surprise I think when I hid under her bed, oh yes and again in the morning when I snuck into her bedroom and she woke up to my face peering at her. I make her sneezy and affect her atishooasthma but she still loves me. She must do because "she made a big cake that looks like me!".
Christmas morning was brill because everyone had noisy wrapping paper for me to play with. There were things inside the paper to begin with, like a feathery wiggly bird for me that I ate, some turkey treats, which I ate, and other things that I would have eaten but they were taken away from me. I really wore myself out with all the excitement & I was up and down those stairs, under beds, in cupboards-BOO, under tables chasing my tail for hours.
Come three o’clock though I needed my nap, but could I have a peaceful lie down, NO because of all sorts of merriment and laughter down in the dining room. They were playing a game with toy trumpets that my great Aunty Ann had brought. I think someone wet themselves laughing! now, I have never done that, the shame!
Next day I relaxed with ‘Grandma’ on the settee watching the TV, being fed treats (this is the life).
Please stay tuned for the next installment of my Christmas story.
2nd January 2013
What a disaster!
Next stop was at Gigi’s house in Stockport. Gigi is a nine year old Shih Tzu...(needed help to spell that one)... and no-one knew how we would get along together never having met before. I managed to get my head into her bowl of biscuits before I was hauled off them, but then had a good scout around and then shown my room. I had to share a big bed with Deb and Bob which was "GREAT". Gigi kept sneaking in and snuffling around the bottom of the bed, but thankfully she didn’t know I was relaxing on my blanket above watching her.
We spent two days there during which I had a few wanders downstairs in the night, peeping through the banister first. Whenever Gigi and I met I felt a bit nervous and I found safety up high because even though she is bigger than me she is not as nimble on her feet as I am. I think she just wanted to play but one can never be too sure!
I enjoyed my stay, especially with Bob and Deb sharing my room, we had great fun at night with me jumping on them, walking on their pillows, drinking their water, and playing at hiding behind the window blinds. They didn’t say whether they enjoyed!
On the morning of departure we got up early and I went downstairs for a leg stretch before the long journey home. I made the most of the freedom and played ball, jumped all around the furniture, but my piéce de résistance was to run up the six foot Christmas tree. Debbie caught and removed me half way up, but she wasn’t paying attention when I tried it later & got to the top. "Oooh no", I guess I was tooooo heavy and the tree went over with all it's lovely glass lights and decorations smashing towards the floor and hit the coffee table, or should I say tea table as it hit Bobs cup of tea, then it wasn’t. All in all a spectacular showpiece after which we skedaddled (sorry Al and Noreen).
Long long journey again but we're back home now and all back to normal…..Until I had a ‘special’ appointment with the vet.
15th January 2013
Relaxing back home!
Hello hello, I'm back again, and as promised let me tell you of my most recent and hopefully last visit to the vet to see my girl-friends!
The day started just one day after my 5 month birthday and I noticed that my regular morning routine had been altered in a serious way. There was no food, and in fact there was no bowl! ‘What’s going on here?’ I thought. Everyone was up and about early, showering before 9am, not meeting my eye in the normal way and on the whole acting in a most suspicious manner. It all became apparent when ‘the harness’ made an appearance, then I knew a trip was in order. Now to me ‘the harness’ means either a trip to the vet or a trip to see family or friends for merry making and mischief. I don’t mind either but seeing the way that Deb and Bob were getting themselves into a pickle organising their walking gear, themselves and me and my travel accoutrements all in a... ‘don’t let Tom know anything is going on’ way... made me realise that today was different.
I was right, off we went to the vet. Bob stayed in the car with his legs crossed whilst Debbie took me inside where a lady asked a lot of personal questions about me and then felt between my legs. I thought I heard her say ‘cats ration’ which made my ears prick up as it sounded food related but I have a feeling it was some other word with a medical meaning to do with where she had her hand. Do you know that whilst the ladies were having a chit chat about me over my head, Debbie told the vet I had shamed myself with my toy Splodge infront of the family on Christmas Day, TUT, can nothing be kept private? Apparently the ‘cats ration’ would stop me doing that again (that and the mysterious disappearance of Splodge).
Before I knew it 6 hours had passed and I was back home. I was very good and didn’t need to wear that very uncool large plastic collar I was sent home with. The vet had mentioned it likely I would be very sleepy, kept quiet, play gently and only have a light supper like fish, chicken, or scrambled egg. Sleepy? Me? No way, I had been asleep all day and had energy to burn. I wolfed down chicken and biscuits (no scrambled egg or fish appeared), and generally made the most of the post op things I could get away with (extra love was gratefully received).
I don’t feel any different since my op, I still like to give a little bite here and there, I still like to jump on the backs of my brothers and sister, so I'm generally still the same little Tom I was, just with a slightly higher meow!
Bye for now, some more soon folks...
7th February 2013
Hey! "EWE" out there!
I got up one Sunday morning, went about my normal routine, I.e. followed Bobs every footstep until he presented my breakfast biscuits (plus sneaky treats). Went outside for a mooch for an hour or so, came back inside and waited for Debbie to get out of bed, (no she isn’t lazy she just doesn’t like to get up before the sun rises like Bob does). Once she’d had an eye opening coffee (sometimes tea), I hung about as usual until she served my family fellow cats some brekky, which is when I get my ‘elevenses’ that are really ‘nineses’ if we are being pedantic. If I may just say here, I LOVE chicken (which is my nineses) and feel sooo lucky because me and my many family members get fresh chicken every single day. All lovingly cooked up with water and carrots to make a tasty chicken stocky soupy mix which I get in my biscuit bowl, and the others eat outside (apart from when they make a dash inside when the door is opened and run like rats to my bowl). They get rice mixed in with their meal too as they need the extra carbs being the outdoorsy type.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I had finished my snack and wandered into the living room where I thought I may spend the morning bird watching, a great way to while away the hours watching them but they can’t see me because I am inside, right?. I scooted myself up onto the window sill and promptly fell straight off at the sight that was before me.
WHO ARE EWE? I said, eyes wide open and jaw gaping (not a good look for me). My lawn was full of what I was told were sheep, mummy ones and baby ones. They were staring at me staring at them, doing their business all over the place I noticed, not even attempting to bury it like I do. Bad manners. I must say they were most brazen. I insisted in putting one little paw outside through a slightly opened window to show them who was boss around here, to no affect. Mind ewe (sorry) they had teeny weeny eyes so maybe they didn’t see me. I was all pumped up to go outside and herd them out of this ranch. Luckily for them their boss turned up, so they teetered off following one another like, well, like sheep with their funny curly hair with dirty dangling bits. (there’s no excuse for poor grooming).
So that was that for now, I settled in to watch the birds who hadn’t batted an eye lid at our visitors, but I think one caught me looking ! Oops.
Byeee for now, back soon.
20th April 2013
Well hello there, and yes we've moved..
So sorry I've not been in touch lately, but I've had a pretty busy few weeks. I after my last post I became quite a social little chap playing out with my family every day, returning home for my lunch and an afternoon siesta. Then back out until well after dark when I would be called in for the evening.
Now that's all changed. We have moved house. I came for a preview before we moved in but it was so noisy with workmen here that I was rather overwhelmed by the new surroundings and noise so I found a pretty inaccessible spot on the top of the kitchen units to wedge myself in and look disdainfully down onto Debbie and Bob who had brought me here. We didn't stay long.
However we are now here for good, minus noise and I have had a good look around the place, slept in most rooms, smelt all the new smells, and am feeling settled. Against Debbies wishes I was let out on my first day here. She was very worried about me but I was back by dark. However I am now into the routine of staying out all night, yes all night, and everyone seems happy with that. I return for my breakfast, have half an hour on Bobs knee then sleep most of the day unless I smell food that is being cooked and then I put in an appearance to see what is available (always a treat for little Tom).
There is so much to discover here, no-one else looks like me but there is a big hairy old dog next door called Mutley who has arthritis but can certainly move when he sees me, I'd like to be his friend one day, we could sleep in the sun together. There are some chickens I haven't investigated yet and so many cattle of different colours and ages who I give a very wide berth to though they seem interested in me. I certainly have a lot to explore. I like to climb up to my new penthouse bale of hay and survey the farm.
Well that's all for today, I promise to be back soon.
23th June 2013
Hi everybody, just checking in to let you know about my first vacation!
Well everyone needs a break now and again to broaden ones horizons. Being summer and all the weather was nice and warm, the wheat was high so off I went on a jaunt, I just lost track of time. Noooo I didn't go to London to see the queen, I just went off to explore the extremities of my territory and learn some new life skills. I'm not saying where I went and what I did, that's a secret, but what I can tell you is that it caused my guardians to freak out at my disappearance along with mucho anguish.
Whilst out in the wild I could occasionally hear faint cries calling my name, "TOM" "TOM" but there was so much to do and see, I sort of ignored them. On my travels I came across a a picture of me on a post, was I now famous perhaps, or was I wanted as an outlaw!! Many moons passed and I suppose all good things must come to an end so I decided it was time to turn tail, show my whiskers at home and face the music.
I showed up very early one morning well before sun up. I entered the house through my little cat flap and meandered into the kitchen to see what was on the menu, biscuits of course! After a few nibbles I ran upstairs for the show down, but the bedroom door was closed, how unusual!! Best call them with a little whimper... "meeoow". Well I heard them shout my name, the door flew open and I was scooped from the floor and smothered with kisses and cuddles that took my breath away. I could see their joy and happiness to see me safe and sound, but really I don't know what all the fuss was about..I'm a cat and that's what we do, don't we? They said I'd lost weight but looked very well, probably down to my wild diet of fresh meat I suppose but I really don't know.
Anyway I'm pleased to be home and definitely in need of a nap, so that's all folks.
Love Tom xx
19th August 2013
Happy birthday to me....
I am SO happy to be home celebrating my first birthday today. As many of you know I had a five night stay with my lady friends at the vets last week being proper poorly. To begin with I had a red eye, then two red eyes and a very high temperature which made me very sleepy and unable to eat or drink. I was given lots of different medicines which eventually made me better but we still don't know what made me sick. I believe 'tests are on-going'.
Thank you very much for all of your 'get well' wishes. I know that a lot of my friends out there were very concerned about me. Debbie and Bob were also sick but they had something called worry and they are better now.
When I got home Daniel and Findlay, my human relations had moved into my room ! so I slept with Debbie and Bob the first night, after that I got back to my nocturnal wandering. The vet advised me to stay indoors in case I ran off in my convalescent state but I made so much noise whilst pacing the windowsills that I was allowed out. There is no way I would run off, why would I? I've got the best home any little chap could have where I am loved very much, plus the food ain't bad.
I shall have to slow down on using up my 9 lives as I have gotten through 3 in one year. They do say 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' so I reckon I am now on my way to being Super Cat. I guess I must have some special strength considering the size of the rat I dragged home two night ago :)
Lots of love to you all from a very bouncy happy...
15th November 2013
Oooo I've been at it again..
Defending ones territory is a risky business. I was given a nip on my paw which turned into a nasty abscess noticed when I developed a limp. I tried to hide the fact as I didn't want any bother, it was noticed though so I was taken to the vet once again for more treatment.
That night at home I wasn't allowed out as I'd had a sedative so I was a bit spaced out and sat staring at the wall. I also fell asleep on Debs lap which I haven't done since I was tiny, then ate some more, stared at the back door, but when I realised they weren't letting me out I went up to bed where I stayed most of the night, apart from wandering around making silly noises.
Hey, this is what I love doing if I have to stay in at night. Once I've had enough sleep I go downstairs for a nibble of biscuits, have a wander round then run upstairs as fast as possible and jump as hard as I can on Bob and Debbie in their bed and attack any part of the bedclothes that moves, it is such good fun. I can do it several times a night and then fall asleep once they have been woken.
That all happened a few weeks ago and I'd just gotten over the the limp when Bob accidentally stepped back onto my paw (the same one). I suppose I shouldn't have been sat right behind him waiting for my dinner. Wouldn't you know it, it became infected and I had to have more antibiotics. That front right paw has certainly been in the wars:- shaved 3 times, bitten, and stepped on. I have noticed though, I do get extra treats when I hold it up off the ground and look up with sad eyes !!GREAT. This limp may take a while to disappear.
Apart from all this I am very happy and still spend many hours sat under my neighbours' Bay tree looking for birdies (on 'Baywatch' I call it)! Sometimes when I catch one and take it home Debbie takes it from me and lets it go. Now what's the point of that, me patiently sitting under the tree for hours and when I achieve a catch it's taken away? Think I'll skunk down the garden with the next one.
Well friends I'm off out to listen to the tawny owls calling to one another now.
8th October 2013
I think I've caused a bit of a stir in the community recently!
The weather has been so good with the nights long and warm and my thoughts turned to taking a little holiday. I had no destination or time span in mind so one Sunday night, about 8ish I set out on my jaunt. Now, I don’t think it would be wise for me to share too much detail as to where I went, some things a cat just doesn’t tell, BUT I realise I should probably in hindsight have mentioned my extended leave intentions to those at home !!
I started to get an inkling of this when I caught sight of myself at every corner I turned on posters where, if I may say so myself, was a rather flattering photo of me posing on the dining table looking wistfully out of the window, with the large letters L O S T above. Ooops!
I had been listening for three days to my name being called in an increasingly frantic manner through the fields and lanes and totally ignored it as my instincts were all on holiday stuff like hunting and catching my next meal. Who cares where I am ??? "Many people truth be known", as I was told in no uncertain terms when I returned home. Apparently my holiday had been announced on three local radio stations ( fame), the local police had been notified (the shame), all those posters on gates and posts, and all the neighbours had been interrogated as to whether they had seen me (times, places etc a la Poirot).
I arrived home at 6.45 am on the following Thursday and announced my presence with a little ‘meeheelleow’ outside my ‘mum and dads’ bedroom door. Mum appeared at once and opened the door, she was still asleep I think but had managed to shout ‘TOOOMMM’ and boy did she give me a HUUUUGE hug and soooo many kisses that I was embarrassed by all the attention. I merely jumped up onto the bed and enjoyed all the fuss.
Life has been pretty cool since I returned, not that it wasn’t before I left, but boy do I get extra hugs and strokes, AND extra special treat biscuits. I have been acting a bit aloof, not wanting to let on I am sorry for all the worry I caused but it is really good to know I am so loved and missed when I am not around. I cant say I wont take off again but maybe next time I will leave a note.
Lots of love
Travelling Tom xxx
20th March 2014
Trying to find my glasses...
Spring has finally arrived bringing the birdies out which means I have been back on ‘bay watch’ (sitting under the bay tree where they nest). I am so happy to be spending more time outside getting more exercise which means I am losing my winter paunch and regaining my waist. The new bird table has caught my eye, I think I may sit near it and see what goes on there.
During the horrid rainy weeks I would be soaking wet when I came inside. So that I didn’t mess up the furniture I would be given a full body rub with a big towel which felt great. It was so good that even when I came in dry I would flop down on the towel and wait for my rub down, oh it was so wonderful. It made me smile with delight.
I was presented with a cat flap inserted into a cardboard box recently. In an attempt to train me to use the flap various treats were placed inside to lure me. It was a bit of an effort to push the flap so I waited until it was taped open then I just reached in with my long paw and snatched the goodies. Also when no-one was looking I snook in via the ‘box roof’.
The flap is going into the front door shortly so I will have to use it for access to my bed and food. I suspect the motive for this business is so I can be left ‘home alone’. I’m not sure I like this idea as I am fond of cuddles and strokes on a regular basis. I guess I am still a kitten at heart.
Last week I caused a stir. I had an active night patrolling my patch, nosing around, seeing all was OK, then I decided to have myself a catnap in the barn next door. Those big bales of straw are so comfy and cosy that once on top I fell into a deep sleep, missed my breakfast and didn’t hear my name being called for hours and hours. When I trotted home mid afternoon I gobbled down my brunch and skipped off up to my bed for a post nap sleep. Little did I know that everyone had been searching for me. Why the fuss ?
I will let you know how I get on with the flap shortly.
Lots of love