Hello again everyone. This month I’m experimenting by writing my contribution by positive thought signals while continuing to lie as close as I can get to the warming oven of the Aga. I keep being told that the weather (as I write) is un-seasonally mild but the central heating turned off is NOT good just as I was getting used to it again. Despite my carers still braving sitting in the garden, I’ve said farewell to the cold frame for this year. Yes the leaves are pretty but with my narrowing blood vessels I don’t want to hang about too long to admire them. The litter tray by the boiler is coming into its own again but my carers don’t appreciate my new challenge to relieve my bladder (polite phrase for my readership) just at the edge of the tray without dirtying the litter at all. They tell me that they keep having to change the papers underneath, disinfect the floor and tray and that I should definitely not think out of the box. How difficult to be an experimental, conservationist, pioneer when you meet with such discouragement!Back to the brain waves straight to the brain (well, mind) of my assistant and on to the computer. It seems to be working well, doesn’t it? You may like to try this at home? I’m going to extend it next to attracting lunch...The highlight of the month was my ‘official birthday’. The photograph above shows me in ecstatic exhaustion , high on catnip from my new Culpepper catnip mouse, next to my card with a picture so like me as a kitten (with pointy ears) and my special cup cake and candle. I got some help blowing out the candle (what a strange activity!) and eating the cup cake. I prefer prawns when they are on offer, nicely chopped up, with a little tuna on the side and delicate senior biscuits.No one, not even me, knows how old I am. In human terms I am told that I’m around 15 but we don’t know my birthday and I can’t remember ever having a party before. My carers thought that I should have an ‘official birthday ‘like someone called the “Queen”. I thought ‘Queens’ were cats but I’m told this one has a crown, lives in a big house and has a strange breed of DOG! Anyway, I like the idea of her special birthday. We celebrated it one year after Ruari and I were adopted. That seems a very long time ago. I was terrified of the big, unfamiliar house but I was coaxed from behind the settee by some nice food – and the rest is history!Mentioning Ruari, I suppose some of you will be wondering how he is? Well, he has his friend Oscar in today. Oscar is asleep upstairs after a big wrestling match. I think Ruari lost as he is asleep in the lounge rather than up with Oscar but neither seem to bear any scars – outwardly at least. Ruari is no longer a kitten but he still tries to get away with kittenish behaviour, especially at breakfast when we spar for attention. I’ll relax the thought patterns and let him in.
RUARI WRITES : No I DID NOT LOSE to Oscar. I let him think he’d won as a polite gesture to a guest. Oscar, and his sister Sapphie, are soon to have a small human to join them in their family. We don’t quite understand how this is going to happen but it has something to do with his Mummy being very fat. My photo this month shows what looks like Suzie and me working out what to write for the web site but it is actually me seeing how close I can edge to Suzie before she feels intimidated and lets fly at me. It’s good reflex training for me and keeps her on her toes!
