The Byrds, The Bird & the Tree

To everything there is a season….turn turn turn…

This is me licking my paw and thinking about that black and white bird.
Behind me is the tree under which my male person buried the bird.

Missy licking paw & plum

Can you see that the flowers are almost gone?
Now it is full of leaves.

Before it looked like this:

Missy & Sun aug 15
Lots of flowers…

And this:

Missy & plum Aug 15

I wonder when the flowers will come back again.
And when will I see that little bird that sometimes visits this tree?
Will I have to wait for a long time, until it gets hot, then cold and then the flowers come again?

What about the black and white bird my male person buried? Will I see it again I wonder…

My female person got me to listen to this song today.
She seems to like music like this. (Whereas my male person prefers classical music.)

And ciao for now.


The Black And White Bird

The other evening my female person came home with a black and white bird.
It wasn’t singing or chattering.
I’m not sure why she brought it inside my home.
I sometimes spy birds outside.
Little ones visit the tree outside my big window.
Sometimes they knock on the glass with their beaks to say hello.
I try to talk to them and mew and chatter back.
But it seems that they can’t hear me.
It’s always disappointing to see them fly off without even saying goodbye.*Sad face*

Sometimes I see magpies but this wasn’t one of them. It was smaller I think.
My female person wouldn’t let me see it properly.
She hid it away in the study.

Over the night she kept popping in and out of the room – presumably to look at the bird.

When it was time for bed I waited for her – on top of the bed.
Finally she came in.
And slept and slept for a long time.

My male person got up before her. And brought the bird out in a box.
It wasn’t moving.
I watched as my male person took the bird outside.
He dug a hole and buried the unmoving bird in it, underneath the tree.
Then he covered it up. And began doing some other things in the garden.
I’m not sure what he was doing, or why the bird wasn’t moving.

What happened to it?
Why was it brought home?
So many things I don’t understand.
At least the sun was warm today.
Lying on sofa with legs outstretched

Food & Prey

What do you like to eat?
What do your persons serve you?
My persons usually serve me big, hard cat biscuits. They’re yummy!
Only lately my male person came home with some little bikkies too.

Now I get a mix of the two and to be totally honest, it’s rather underwhelming. The little ones are easier to eat, sure. But they just aren’t as tasty! Rather disappointing it is.
Sometimes I get little tidbits and tastes of person food. I really like a number of things. You might be surprised at what:

-Chestnuts & chestnut water.
A while back my female person boiled some chestnuts. She put them on my table to peel and so I helped myself to the water. It was nice! And then when I sniffed the chestnuts she gave me a bit of a broken one. I tell you, it was really moreish! Couldn’t get enough of them!

– Lamb mince
Okay. Any mince, really. Mince is good. Except for chicken mince, of course.
My female person tries again and again to feed me that garbage. It really is disgusting!
Why would a person eat chicken…when they could eat lamb or beef or cat biscuits!?
I see my persons eating chicken and I really don’t understand.

Admittedly I don’t mind the stuff if it’s in a sauce. I like to lick soup. Even if it has chicken in it, it usually has lots of other tasty things in it, so I hardly notice.

-Soup & Curry

Yes, I really like saucy stuff. Soups…curries…stews….anything with a sauce, really.

I can’t say what my favourite is; all of the food my female person dishes up usually tastes pretty good.
I think chestnuts might be my favourite, though.
And yoghurt!
Yoghurt is yum!
Once I licked the yoghurt off the top of my female person’s breakfast bowl. I wasn’t really interested in what was underneath….but yoghurt….oooh yoghurt! Soooo good!
And it was just sitting there on my table. That meant it was for me to taste, right?

What are your favourite foods? And do you hate chicken too?
Well, ciao for now.

P.S. Oh yeah, I almost forgot.
I normally don’t catch my food but sometimes I do –  crickets and moths and stuff like that.
I like to chase things…my mousie (even though I can’t eat it. It’s not a real mouse.)
And here I am with my hunting game.

Missy & leaf toy aug 15 It’s good practice.
I think it’s supposed to smell nice. Sure, it’s interesting, but I prefer for run & chase it.
If its smelling you want, I recommend freshly washed person fur.

Missy sniffing H's clothes

Exploring My Domain

You might think that you know your domain like you know the taste of your own fur, but if you just change perspective, you can find something new.

That’s what I’ve found lately. Again and again I’ve found great hidey-holes; under wardrobes and tables, in cupboards and on sofas.  One of my favourite places is under the clean washing. My persons have an inside washing thingy where they hang their person fur  they called ‘clothes.’ (Sometimes they hang my blankie on it too ‘though.)

When the fur is hanging down it creates a great place to hide. And the smell….aah, lovely! Nothing like the smell of freshly washed fur. (Not sure how they do it because I never see them licking it.)

Lately I have made some new discoveries. I’m curious by nature…

investigating bag

I just want to know….to explore…to learn everything. And so I sniff and scratch, look about and climb.
I’ve found a good route up onto the pantry, across the counter where my female person makes food…across the stove…to the sink. There’s some interesting stuff there.

Exploring pussy Aug 15

Not sure what this thing is, but it sure smells good!
My female person likes to stand around this area, so there’s got to be something special about it. I haven’t discovered what it is yet.

Just on from here is the sink. The water there tastes so much better than the water in my bowl. I wonder why?
From there I can jump up on top of the fridge and look down at everything. I like that. Only I haven’t discovered how to get down from there. I have to half-slide back down to the sink. It’s okay, but I wish there was another way.

Well, that’s the extent of my travels so far. My next plan is to find a way up on top of the bookcase in the study!
If I can conquer that, I’ll have conquered everything!

Ciao fellow feline explorers!

Sunny Days

Lately  it’s been warm a lot & I’ve been soaking up the sunshine.
I have lots of fav places for sunbaking

Missy sunbaking asking what

I don’t know why my female person bothered me here.
She’s always trying to take pics of me!
I rarely leave home & still am constantly followed by paparazzi!

Sunbaking Missy

‘Ye good olde sofa

Missy & Sun aug 15

Missy & plum Aug 15

The plum outside is looking very pretty, don’t you think?
Occasionally we get little flitting things in it.
They chirp & tap on the glass. I do so wish they’d come in and let me play with them.
When they fly off it’s such a disappointment.
Wish I could fly!
Maybe once day…*sigh*

Sleeping Missy Aug 15

Lately it’s been so warm that I don’t even need to curl up on my persons’ bed for warmth at night.

Well, it’s nearly time for my bed right now.
Wonder what my persons are doing?

Ciao for now!

A Note on Names

Everyone has pet names.
It was my carer who named me ‘Missy.’

I had another name before that, but that was a long time ago. Or so it feels.

Now I have lots of names. My male person calls me many things:

‘Missy Nyanpoko-san’


It was my female person who started calling me ‘Nyanpoko’ and ‘Nyanpoko-san.’
But she has many many more pet names for me:
‘Missy Nyanpoko-san’ and of course, ‘Missy.’

I like it. It’s nice to have so  many pet names. I know it’s because my persons love me so much.

They think I’m cute. *grin*

But it actually goes two ways. I have names for them too!
Yeah, I know that they have person names. But whatever. I prefer the pet names I have for them.

They belong to me, after all. I get to name them.
My male person I think of as ‘Smelly male-person’ or ‘Smells-a-lot.’
Now, I don’t mean that in a bad way, mind you.

He goes out into the big ‘outside’ a lot and comes home with his ‘person furs’ smelling of all sorts of things.

I love to sniff his dirty clothes. They smell so fresh and green.

They smell of the sorts of things that my persons bring home sometimes: grass and plants and dirt.
When his furs are washed and hanging up I like to sniff them. They have a different but still nice smell to them then.
(For more on person fur see

Missy sniffing H's clothes

Sometimes I think of my male person as the Cuddle Monster because he likes to give me hugs – which I don’t like.
I know he just wants to hold me because he adores me so much.
It’s not my thing tho. I just put up with it because I like him so much; sometimes we have to do things we don’t really like for the persons we love.

Then there’s my female person. I don’t have as many names for her.
I think of her as ‘Mummy’ and that pretty much sums her up.
Although I do sometimes think of her as ‘Cat person.’

She’s not a cat person like me, but she likes to sleep and look outside. She sleeps more than my male person and likes to play with me. I think maybe she used to be a feline. Or maybe she just wants to be one.
I understand that – who wouldn’t want to be a cat!?
I love being a cat.*Smiley face*

Oh, I almost forgot! I have two more names for her:
She loves to touch my nose for some reason!
I think it’s how she shows her affection.
So to return the affection, I often rub my nose against her outstretched fingers, and then quickly wipe my mouth on her hand – making her mine…mine…MINE! FOREVER!!
smooching 2

Ha ha ha! She has no idea!

I do love my persons!
Well, better go see what Mummy & Smelly-person is up to.

Ciao for now.

The Shaggy Carpet Beast

Once again my female person and I went to visit Nanna & Poppy.
This time I wasn’t so scared – I was scared while I waited in the cage thingy, but then my female person took me to the car.
And opened the door.
We got in…and there was Nanna!
So, I was pretty certain of where we were heading.
Nanna & Poppy’s house is quite nice – a nice place for a holiday. There are some nice window sills I can sit on and look out at the big, wide ‘outside’ place. I like that. There are also lots of places to hide in, under & behind. I like that too!
But this time, there was something wrong. Something not right at all…

That something was the Shaggy Carpet Beast!

As soon as my female person carried me inside, the Shaggy Carpet Beast jumped up in excitement.
I think maybe it wanted to eat me…or something. Maybe. Maybe not…

Thankfully my female person took me swiftly to our room at Nanna & Poppy’s and let me out.

She put MY blankie on the bed and stroked me reassuringly.

She’s good like that. Very soothing!

After a while my female person carried me out of our room. Right away the Shaggy Carpet Beast began to yell at me in her terrible voice.

It took me a while but I finally worked out what the Shaggy Carpet Beast was.It was a DOG!!

Maybe it didn’t mean any harm after all, but dogs are very bad mannered. They know nothing about how to talk to a feline. Quite ignorant they are!

Maybe some can learn, but most of the dogs I’ve come across are barbarians. You just never know.

My female person carried me to the window sill and let me enjoy the view. But later she sat me up on the back of the sofa. It was too close to the shaggy beast for comfort, so I slipped down and hid behind the sofa. It took a while before even my kind female person could coax me out.

Missy behind sofa 1

We stayed for two nights and then came back home to our male person.

He was happy to see us. So happy that he hugged me…again! (He does love that!)
I was happy too. I had my persons all to myself again, and no Shaggy Carpet Beasts in sight!

To celebrate our homecoming my female person and I played and ran around the house.

Holidays can be nice…but it is always good to come home!

Missy on bed at night

This is me on our bed at Nanna & Poppy’s house.
Well, sweet dreams & ciao for now.

Person Fur

Persons are curious cats. One thing that I find mysterious is how persons take off their fur.

Why do they do this?
I think they call their fur ‘clothes.’ Yep, that’s it. But I don’t understand the point.

Just the other day my female person went out into the scary ‘outside.’
She was carrying a box thingy with her fur in it. I watched amazed once again at how she can go out into that ‘outside’ place and not be afraid. It’s a scary, scary place!
She soon put the box down and began hanging her fur up on some string. Then later she brought them inside again, folded them up and hid them somewhere. Why do they do that?
My female person seems to wash her fur/clothes.

Personally I don’t understand the need for this whole process. We cats never take our fur off. And if persons licked themselves more, well they wouldn’t need to wash their fur! That would give them more time for important things like looking out of windows and sleeping.

There is one impressive thing about persons’ removable fur – it comes in all different patterns! They can change those patterns when they feel like. It might be interesting to change my pattern. Maybe I would try having a dark mustache on a light face for once?

Missy on pattern

This is a picture of some paper. My female person was cutting it up to make some new fur – apparently.
This is me helping her.

If you know more about the removable fur situation, please write and let me know.

Ciao for now!

Sleeping Beauty

My female person sure likes to sleep!

Since my male person has come back, it’s back to normal for me. This means waking a bit before the morning birds sing & mewling to get my male person up. He’s an early-riser but usually needs a bit of encouraging to get up & feed me my brekkie.

After my morning meal I enjoy gazing outside of the window for a while. That big ‘Outside’ place is always fascinating 🙂

Then after a bit I go in to see my female person. By the time it’s light I’m getting to need a bit of love & attention,  so I go in to the bedroom & miaow to greet my female person good morning. She usually looks down & gives me a pat before closing her eyes & going back to sleep. Sometimes I’m alright with that but sometimes I need more pats. The oother day was one such day.

Yet…my female person went back to sleep. So I miaowed some more & got more pats. Then she went back to sleep again…even though I NEEDED more attention. In the end I sat down next to my sleeping female’s pillow & stared at her. For about an hour. Or something. I guess ‘an hour’ means a long long long long long long time,  right?

I waited & stared & stared & waited sending a mental ‘wake up! Wake up & play with me!’ the whole time.

Finally she got up. By that time I’d given up & lay down for a nap myself. All that mental messaging had me pooped.

Then once my female had got up…I climbed in. It was still nice & warm there. It was good of her to get out so I could sleep there *grin*

She snapped this as I napped. Mmmmm bed is the best place to nap on chilly days!


Ciao pussycat friends! And good night!