The way of the Paw

Paws. Good for climbing, walking, cleaning behind ears and whapping annoying puppies and big sisters. But most of all, paws are perfect for eatin’ NOMS!

Behold this footage of the evidence:

Anyone else partial to a spot of paw pigger outtery?

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Darwin the Lionheart

Last night I was courageous and ventured into the same room that Josie the puppy was in.

Closer...closer...

I gave her a big whap to show her who’s boss. Then I let mum hooman take a picture of us together. Well sort of.

Why the long face?

Mum says it is progress and gave me lots and lots of Party Mix and told me I was a very good boy. I don't care what it is as long as I keep getting treats and pats.

Intruder Alert!

My apologies for not writing a blog entry sooner. I’ve been relegated to the bedroom, and it has been difficult for me to get access to the laptop which is in “her” half of the house.

“She” is a four-legger with a long nose and a funny ear. Her name is Josie, aka Josie Nosie, aka Piddly Pants. I’ve been told she is a greyhound, but she looks more like a black and white hound to me.

She’s noisy and a bit smelly but the hoomans seem to pay her a lot of attention. She goes round and round and round and round and then stops suddenly for a nap. She pees every two seconds - usually on the floor. The other day she ate my biscuity vomit AND she has stolen some of MY toys. She even had the nerve to take my straw mousie! But luckily mum hooman put it out of her reach as she knew that would be the final...er... straw for me.

That is - sorry - WAS my other mousie. The nerve!

Big sisfur Meg doesn’t think much of Josie either. She backs off and hisses or growls just like me but has gotten a little closer to her than I have. Close enough to get into shot of a camera.

A meeting

Close enough to be on the receiving end of the puppy chase of annoyingness.

A chasing

I’m going to try my hardest to be civil to Josie. Mostly so I can have my cat tree and the lounge step back. Perhaps I might be able teach her how to behave in a more respectfurble manner.

OK, she is a little bit cute. I suppose.

And on another note - HAPPY NEW YEAR! May 2011 treat you all with lots of tunas and Party Mix!

An Exciting Weekend!

I had a special visitor today. Actually, I had TWO special visitors today - Mishamummy and Flat Misha, all the way from Auckland. Misha is a suave Russian Blue boy and was a judge in New Zealand's Next Top Cat Model this year, a finalist last year, and has his very own blog. While Misha himself was unable to visit today, I got to meet Flat Misha, who is the same size as real Misha, but a bit quieter and less furry.

I thought Flat Misha WAS real Misha at first so I puffed up a little bit and had a bit of a sniff.

Halt! Who goes there?

Meeeeg! I need a second opinion

Then the lovely Mishamummy got out the catnip and treats, and Meg and I were rolling, stretching messes. Meg *may* have gotten a bit of a whap from me when she tried to steal the nip away.

Also, last night mum hooman got to meet the bootiful Rumblemum and Rumbles (cat blogger, handsome mancat extraordinnaire, and a fellow finalist in NZ's Next Top Cat  Model). He showed off his climbing technique rather well and mum hooman was very impressed. And of course he worked his charms on her with *that* face (Mum hooman here: one word - SWOON).

Helloooo ladies

Out with the old and in with the new

My prized straw mousie decided it had had enough so I thought I’d take my replacement straw mousie for a test slaughter today.

Yep, new straw mousie is nearly as good as old straw mousie.

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