Well I'm a big fat black cat and my name depends on where I am at any particular moment.
Right now I am at number 15, and the dozy mare there calls me Blackie. She's okay but she's got lots of other creatures and I'm not "top dog" if you know what I mean.
First thing tomorrow morning, I will be across the road at number 8. The nice lady there calls me Henry.
Then round to the nice chap on the corner at tea-time, he calls me Sooty.
I once spent a whole week with the lady in the next street - she called me Lucky - didn't do any harm and it made my humans appreciate me a little bit more, when I came back.
I have a purrrrrrrfect life, 'cos none of 'em know about each other!
Vic - make a run for it boy, once they have mutilated you you will lose all interest in lady cats.
Blackie - you are a number one con cat. Keep the humans guessing as to your true identity and to where you really live. Sadly I am not allowed out so I can't do this.
Human slave wanted a long lie today - we let her sleep until about 5. She is wandering around like a zombie with an afro - her hair goes all curly when she is sleeping.
Human slave is finally getting with the programme after lazing in bed late for a couple of days, the cheek!
Something's going on this morning....human slave is in a very silly mood and keeps smiling and HUGGING!!! me going on about something called a birthday.
Still, she got distracted by some stuff which came through the hole in the door the other day so a cat got a bit of peace for a while.
Now I just need to work on getting some breakfast, what's a cat got to do around here to get fed!
Good morning everyone, blackcat here. I find the best way to get one's meals on time is to go and rub round the manslaves legs and to purr when he picks me up, but I don't allow him to hold me for longer than 10 seconds. I'm getting the slaves trained quite well, I've had this couple for about four years now; I had just got the last lot trained and they left me! So then this pair arrived bringing with them three large hairy thugs! that are called dogs...........I can still make one of them cower just by looking at him! I still have complete control of the household, the slaves have now put a comfy chair and my cushion next to the radiator in my private conservatory. Occasionally I might roll around and allow them to tickle my tummy, it keeps them amused but most of the time I adopt my most regal air, and sit bolt upright on the back of my chair and survey my kingdom.
I'm a ginger tom. I am king of my street. I hate cuddles and hugs, and I particularly HATE Cuddles the other cat who lives in this house. She gave me a right smack across the head on Saturday cos I was annoying her. Tee hee.
And whilst I hate cuddles, I did find it funny last night to annoy the housekeeping staff by jumping on its new man, dribbling and then sticking my bottom in his face. Bitch won't let me sleep on her bed and bite her feet when the new man is here. Maybe next time he comes, I'll crap in his shoes.
Hello fellow furry friends its cupar here, ive had a horrible experience today, my dad took me and margo to the V E T s
eurgh, didnt like it, but mum and dad said it was for our own good as we had to have our annual thing called a jab, mum didnt come she was at work, i could have done with her there to hold my paw especially as the vet person told me and mags we need a scaling of our teeth, whats that and will it hurt???
Hello again everybody... Big Thug here... I have been having a wonderful time reading all the stories you lot tell about your slaves/housekeeping staff.... I managed to swat Wee Thug at 4.45 am this morning.. cool or what ? Plus she was wet and hungry, so it was great fun hehe....
Mrs Chappie.. which part of the country do you live in and will they accept another scrounger on their patch.. I could do with getting a few more meals every day ...hehe...
I was cornered earlier and forced to have a cuddle - I stayed still though coz I could smell cat treats in human's shopping bag.
It is nice to know that all the AB cats are well - I only get ill when my sister Merlin beats me up and my cuts get sore. Merlin has big paws and a short temper.
Heathcliffe back again having a hilarious time watching a rather drunk human slave staggering about the place talking gibberish at me and trying to hug me lots and telling me how much she loves me and, well, everyone.
I figured I'd get into all this excitement birthday lark and went to meet her off the tram with lots of purs and was handsomly rewarded with lots of lots of strokes and cuddles - only in private though as I'm a big hard man cat.
Will definitely be trying that again especially as she came home with lots of exciting bags and boxes for me to play with!
Human slave is looking like she is going to pass out on the sofa anytime soon so I am off on a mission to get her into her warm cosy bed as I'm not fancying a night without my own hot water bottle, far too cold and unbecoming for a cat.
Nothing worse than having to have a cuddle.... so embarrassing too ! Imagine, lying there, having a brilliant snooze and then your housekeeper comes along, wakes you up because s/he reckons you need to be tidied up and that the sofa needs a vacuum (wtf is that all about anyway ???) and then you end up having to go out through the cat flap just to impress the neighbours again... doh... bring back Homer Simpson on the tv is what I say !
Omg HC.. how awful for you mate...a drunken slave.. goodness me, whatever next ? I do hope you manage to get through the next few hours mate...
Have you tried to scram her elbows yet...that's great fun hehe... as it nicking her tabs.. all 21 of them.. yep.. hide them behind the sofa, along with the comb, the paracetamol and the pink ribbon she was saving for your birthday party !
Woof woof ....hello Frankiecat , I'm a female and I could let my slave rub my tummy or cuddle me til the cows come home . I have a very male JRT that I've taken under my wing and I can tell you ...he laps up all the tummy rubs ,ear rubs , tail base rubs , cuddles , kisses , and lap sleeps that he can possibly charm out of the slave.
Miiiaaaaoowwwwwwffff!!...caspar here....finally locked my slave out of the lounge..teeheee......you would think she owned the place!!!....but little does she know..!.....I luuuuuuuv cuddles,and i s'pose i am not hard and mean cos I am deaf...and i never,never,never go out. Well....except for the time I decided to try flying out the Slaves bedrooom window.
Considering all the bits she throws at me when I am shouting.......I just think it is a game. I just luuuuuv to shout...especially at 5.30am. As soon as her back is turned........I SHOOT down the stairs-ready to dodge a ball and I go mwoooww,miwwooowwww!!!!
I'm round at Mrs. Chappie's again. She lives in East Yorkshire.
I go round every night for my supper. Mrs. Chappie puts out mealworms for her hedgehogs, and I go round and snaffle 'em. (The mealworms, not the hedgehogs).
They are delicious, I really love 'em. I cry at her back door if the dish is empty when I arrive. I pretend I haven't eaten all day (teehee). She always sees me right for a nice big dish of mealworms ..... hmmm ....... must go now and snaffle 'em before the hedgehogs emerge from under her shed and scoff the lot.
Mrs C - you are weird you are ! Fancy liking worms for your dinner... oh well, I guess it takes all sorts... (I do hope I don't sound too human there !)... Me and Wee Thug likes our meat to be meat and our fish to be fish... and sod what the slave (sorry, that's not politically correct these days.. our ahem *housekeeper* likes to eat....) Look, I know I detest Wee Thug, but she is at least a cat and has a proper diet.. unlike our slave who doesn't even eat any meat or fish.. utter tosh if you ask me !
Hey Big Thug, sometimes she tries to fob me off with cat food, but I pretend I don't like it. I stay put until she brings me mealworms. I'll not be fobbed off - no way matey.
Sometimes I hear her compain 'cos they are sooooo expensive and she is trying to fatten her hedgehogs up for the winter. I turn a deaf ear at those times - I deserve those mealworms just as much as her hedgehogs do.