Nobody is Illegal

Miaow to you all,

My mum wrote something about me. It’s a poem called ‘Illegal Pet.’ It’s a very strange word, that word ‘illegal.’ I don’t understand what the problem is. I know there are things called ‘rules.’ I don’t understand why we need them, though.

My mum’s mum gets angry when I do certain things. So many rules. I don’t see the need, really:

Not allowed on the table, not allowed to walk around the kitchen on the bench or fire area. No climbing on top of book cases, no biting Monty (I’m only playing,)  no drinking from the tap, no scratching the sofas. No going outside. Monty goes out, but not me. Well…actually…sometimes Mum takes me out on some string. Still, there are rules, so many rules. And why? Who am I hurting? I’m just doing my thing. It is my life and my right; my right to be and do whatever I like as long as I’m not hurting anyone else.

 

Here is a poem my female person, my  mum wrote about me. It goes back a few years. I remember those days, when I first lived with my female persons.

Remember: nobody is ‘Illegal’

 

Ciao Miaow

 

https://katesusabu.wordpress.com/2018/04/09/illegal-pet/

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Monty

 

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Monty is an old man Pussycat Person. When I first met him I wasn’t sure we would get along. I moved in with him and my Female Person and her parents after Monty had begun living in this house. Now…I used to visit occasionally. Naturally this house belonged to me. I was and will always be The Boss of here. At first Monty didn’t understand. I soon put him right.

 

We fought a bit in the beginning. We both hissed and I bopped him a bit. Now we almost never fight. We mostly play or chill out together. He can be a party pooper. He doesn’t always want to play. I’ll entice him and he’ll say he’s too rired. Spoilsport. *sad face*

 

Monty and I are now friends. I guess we could call us friends. He sometimes steals my spot on the bed. This I usually tolerate but not always. What really annoys me is that he sometimes smooches up to my  Female Person too much for my liking. At such times I cut in. He needs to know that she is MINE. Always will be MINE.

All this thinking and writing has made me tired. Time for a Pre-pre-evening nap snooze.

 

I’ll be in dreamland in 5…4….3…2…

Unleash This Pussy‼

I went into that big, strange ‘Outside’ place. Oh shame, grrrr, my human person put me on a string…or something. She grabbed me like I was some mere fluffy toy, not a noble feline deserving of devotion and even…what’s the word…Adoration, worship, perhaps.

In a minute my occasionally-cruel-but-usually-devoted Female Person had put something around my neck and tummy. I was on a string. I cried. I did not deserve this‼

 

Next minute she was picking me up and carrying me out into that strange yet tantilising place called ‘Outide.’

 

Now, I must tell you that these days we are living with my female person and her mother and father. There is another Feline Person here too, Monty. (It took a while for Monty to understand but now he understands and accepts that I am Queen Cat and the owner and boss. This is all MY domain.)

 

Anyway, Outside we went. At first it was strange. I feared those horrid, squarking birds would come around again but they didn’t. For that I was able to spend a pleasant long time sniffing the green stuff, chewing the green stuff, using my claws on the trees, and chilling and gazing around. The string I do not like, but the ‘Outside’ world was nice to visit.

 

Good day and Miaowy to you.

Update on Moi Life

20170826_150832.jpgUnbelievable. Someone followed this blog. My person just told me. She should be sleeping but tonight seems to have insomnia or something…not that I’d know what that feels like. I make sure to get in at least a few naps a day….not even counting my pre-nightsleep nap or the nap before that. Anyways…I’m drifting off topic here a bit.

So much has happened since I last wrote that I don’t know where to start. So, I’ll just explain now. Right now I’m living with Monty the cat person and three human persons…including my female person, who I’ve owned for a long long time now.

How I spend my days depends. I have lots of places to explore and nap at. Monty is an old man cat so he sleeps a bit too much. Wish he would play more 😆 He does play tho…

 

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My female person snapped this. She probably thought we looked cute. Monty was in MY spot again.

*Sigh*

He cam be fun tho…chasing me around and it’s soooo funny when I stalk him and he gets spooked. He’s quite fun for an oldie.

 

Well, that’s about it for today. It’s breakfast time.

 

Ciao and Miaow for now ❤

 

Ms Missy the ‘Keiji Cat’

I’ve heard my male person say it many a time.
‘Missy is such a Keiji Cat. She must have been a detective in a previous life!’
My female person always laughs at this.
To be honest, I really don’t know. I don’t remember a lot of what happened before I came to live with my male and female persons. I really cannot for-the-nine-lives-of-me remember what happened before I was born, or earlier.

My male person is sure that I was a female ‘Keiji’ (That’s Japanese for a detective, by the way!) Whatever I was in a prior life, I don’t know, but it is true that in this one I like to explore and examine things.

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Here I am making certain that the clean washing was up to scratch. It did smell quite fresh and lovely.

Then, not long ago a new climbing thing was brought home. It was just what I needed; more shelves to sleep and sit in, more spaces to explore, more things to climb up on and survey my domain.

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It is rather comfy on the shelves. They make a great spot to sit and watch my male person work, or just for me to relax and muse.

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My male person likes rocks and so do I,  I must admit. Some have a nice, salty taste to them. I enjoy the odd lick of two of their surfaces. They’re also good for rubbing up against.

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Who knows what I will find next? I have no idea, but I am sure it will be fascinating, and hopefully nice to sniff.

Well, until next time, ciao miaow.

Having You been Missying me?

It has No been many many sleeps, naps, nights and eats since I last wrote. It doesn’t seem like it has been such a long time, but I have been busy doing my thing. Bears hibernate,cicadas sleep under the ground for a long long time, and we cats need our naps. As an artsy feline I need my me time: time to nap, watch the birds and butterflies, think and dream. That’s just how it is. Sometimes it’s all just too much.

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During my time away I did get some messages from fans. It is for my fans that I have returned. No doubt you are all wondering what I’ve been up to.

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Well, I have slept in a variety of interesting spots and watched the world go by. Had some nice pats and saved my female person from loneliness. More please.jpg

Sometimes she just needs me to be with her. She doesn’t always realise this so sometimes I have to remind her with some chirps and mews.

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At other times I need some ‘Missy time’ or have some work I need to do…such as explore or sniff something. Unfortunately my male person is STILL not accepting that I DISLIKE very much to be held and hugged. I continue to make my feelings known but he seems to be a slow learner. He does try my patience at times. It can be trying at times having such an important job as owning a human. In my case it’s two!

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When I do pull away I try to make it up to my male person by being extra-smoochy after. I know he appreciates it. He shows it by putting out my very own glass of tea. Of course, everything that appears on the coffee table belongs to me…

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Well, ciao miaow for now.

Guest Blog – Tummy Issues

Missy hasn’t been blogging for a while. She actually has been a bit under the weather, so I decided to post on her behalf.

Two weeks ago we noticed that Missy was going to her litter box a lot but either not  weeing, or only weeing a tiny amount. This continued for a few days until two Saturday nights ago, the poor puss kept sitting in her litter box and crying. The poor thing was obviously having trouble weeing.

I looked up my local emergency vets and the next morning called and made an appointment. Luckily there was a very good vet not far from where we live. The vet was kind and gentle.

It turned out that poor Missy had an infection. I don’t know how she got it – she is 100% an inside cat…but I guess these things happen sometimes.

The vet gave her a shot of antibiotics and gave me some antibiotic tablets to give her every day.
By the next morning Missy was much better – weeing as normal and almost totally well again.
I gave her the antibiotics anyway, as instructed – to be sure.
Now she is back to her normal, sweet, cute pussycat self.
I do think she’s been finding the heat a bit much. It wouldn’t be such a problem if she didn’t insist on sitting in the window in the hottest part of the house during the hottest part of the day!

How I Learnt to Write

My fans may be wondering how I learnt to write so well.

The truth is a lot of cats can read, we just don’t always let on.

Cats are very mysterious creatures, you know, and most of us like to remain that way.

Although I am a shy and introverted cat – like many cats – like many human introverts, I am good at expressing myself in words. Words are my thing. It’s just unfortunate that pussy-cat mouths are not well adapted to speaking human languages. So when I open my mouth to say, ‘Mummy, what are you doing?’ it doesn’t come out that way. I have to settle for cute little mews and chirps. That’s life when you’re a cat.

Cats are not good at people talk. Neither are we that good at hearing spoken language. We do hear & understand some things, but reading & writing is just easier for us.

Now, we cats like to sit on paper. We particularly like to sit on newspapers.

How many of you have sat at the table or lay down on the floor to read a newspaper & had your cat come along and sit on top of it? It is a common gripe for persons, no?

But please don’t be upset. It’s not what you think!

There is a common misconception that cats sit on paper for the warmth. There is some truth in that.

But more often than not we are just wanting to read. See, cats are very intelligent, and we learn to read by a form of osmosis. The more we sit on paper with writing on it, the more we are exposed and the better we get at reading.

Nowadays humans tend to read more online (unless you are an old person –  or like cats enjoy the feel of the paper against your body…) so more and more cats try to peek at computer screens and even sit or walk on computer keyboards. This also is a way we learn the rudiments of reading.

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I know persons tend to teach their little person-kittens to read by first starting with the alphabet. I really don’t understand that. Isn’t it better to show them words and stories first?
Reading before writing, I say!

Yay for osmosis in reading!

But everyone gets tired after studying, right?

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We cats are no different. And a nap does wonders!

So there you go, I’ve let you in on our secret.

So next time you see your moggy sitting on a pile of papers, please be patient; your puss is simply learning to read…or perhaps enjoying the warmth & feel of the paper. (It is a delicious feeling after all.)

Well, ciao and miaow for now. XX

P.S. This is my Mummy’s study & me looking outside.
I do like the study! So many books….and so many interesting things to see out the window.

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How to be a Feline Muse

This morning I went in to wake up Mummy.
It was getting late and I hadn’t had my morning intake of love and affection.

‘Rrrow!’ I said, standing at the bedroom door.  Rrow means, ‘Where are you and why aren’t you giving me attention? I need some love!’
The door was open to I went in and jumped up on the bed. Then I padded my way up to the pillow and had a peek. Just then Mummy opened her eyes and looked at me. She gave me the pat I coveted and held out her fingers. I nudged them with my nose before quickly marking her with the side of my mouth.

She began to pat me and got up and patted me some more. It was so comfy there on the bed that I began to do my thing. Quickly Mummy ran to get her phone and immediately began to take photos. *sigh*

Sept 10 shy missySee, I really am a rather shy pussy.

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Here Mummy caught me face on. I really am shy tho.
It doesn’t seem to matter. My persons love me anyway.
I’ll let you in on my secret.
If you want to be a muse for a person or persons, it really is quite simple.

Basically all you need to do is the following:

1. Be a cat.
2. Be a nice-natured cat (no hurtful biting or scratching or other nastiness.)
3. Do what comes naturally.

Here is a simple example of me doing my thing:

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Here I am licking my paw.

You wouldn’t believe the reaction I got to this!

Mummy kept cooing and taking pics saying how cute I am.
My persons particularly seem to like it when I do the following (in no particular order:)

1. Clean myself

2. Yawn

3. Stretch

4. Sleep

5. Hunt
6. Look out the window

7. Glance at them

8. Look pussy-cat kisses at them

9 Eat

10. Talk

See how easy it is!?
Thanks to my talents as a feline muse, I am on easy street!
It’s a sweet life.
And my patrons are pretty good….good enough to worship me. He he!
The Egyptians had it right! *Big grin*

If you can add anything else to my list of how to be a feline muse, please do tell!

Ciao and miow for now! XX