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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I always wanted to be The cat

Zippy Speedy and Sadie. Spunky and Miguel. Thank old chums, I shall miss you too but I will be fine.

I always wanted to be The cat, but there is a Hindu proverb that says: beware of what you wish for you may get it...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I feel better after that...

I've realised I'm not a writer. And I don't want to transpose diaries.

Susan didn't see me curled asleep amongst the autumn leaves, the gingery bits of my technicoloured coat in mimicry; a camouflaged cat!

So this is the end of the ginger diaries, 'tis just me, THE cat and this cat has not enough of the orange hue to inflame the authors words.

I'm trying to be a pet, I've always been cat. I try sitting on the sofa, I try sitting on Susan's lap... But I'm not comfortable and Susan says I should just be me - more than enough! and that makes me purr.

I still cry for Lil though. Stupid of me. I go into the front room where I can be alone and howl, I feel better after that...

So bye bye from me and if Lil were here she'd say, well she'd say WHAT? but she'd mean good bye. And from The Ferdinand, the ginger fur ball where ever he may be; cheerio, old chums, bye bye.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Ferdinand's diary. In no particular order...

I'll just copy exerts from Ferdinand's diary/jottings. Change I, to him and me to Ferdinand. From first to third person.

I think he would like that.

Plus when it's all typed out he can edit it. If...

Anyway so I'll just jump in: Ferdinand's diary. In no particular order...

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

I have a cure for swine flu!

Oinkment!

Susan bought me a pressie. It's a mouse in leopard suit! It's full (plus you can refill it) with my drug of choice -catnip!

I've tried to pull it's tail off - which is turquoise - who on earth thought up a mouse with spots and a blue tail! bitten it's ears. It's still in tact though as yet. I'll have another go at it later.

I was dragging it out the catflap and Susan caught me and brought it back in.

Human beings eh-what can you do? I'll show it to Lil later. She loves catnip. Lil loved catnip.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

THE cat.

Susan called me THE cat.

She normally calls me, No Dolly.

Or, DOLLY!

Sometimes, DOLLY don’t.

Or simply OI!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Not my fault she has tangles!

I was combing Susan's hair last night. Arranging it over the pillow. My claws a comb. It's very soothing to have your hair combed. Just like me having my ears rubbed -I suppose!

Unfortunately there was a bit of a snag. My deft claw in velvet glove hit a tangle! I yanked her awake! Not a good start to the day but an early start -4.30am.

Not my fault she has tangles!

Sunday, April 26, 2009

The reader's digest!



Susan is reading White Tiger. Now I don't believe in false modesty; I am beautiful but I have to admit tigers are exquisite but a white tiger! Just too beautiful. Susan says I walk like a big cat -I flick my front paws- which is a very big compliment. I'm practicing keeping my head still as I walk like the big cats do.

Martin says Susan doesn't read books she devours them. I do that. I like paper. I like to sit the other side of the book when she's reading, my eyes just above the top edge. When Susan has her nose in a book her eyes move from side to side; she looks like she's watching a toy swinging to and fro on a string. I rub the paperyness. Chomp at the corners of the book. Nibble at the edges. It's fun this reading.

Oh yes books are very easy to digest.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Daniel doesn't do cards.

I was looking in the basket today. The basket Lil was in when I last saw her. She's not there. She won't be back Susan says...

Martin's project wasn't so good, apparently. So he's a bit of a grump. He wants me to let him rub my ears... I'll think about it.

But he has been given a grill thingey. A very belated b'day pressie. It grills things. Think he's pleased, can't tell. He says it was from Daniel- his son the head hunter- which is better than a card I think. Daniel doesn't do cards.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

I know I'm not Grey Friars Bobby. I am NOT a dog!

Susan say's, "you have to eat!"

I'll eat when I feel like eating and at the moment I don't.

This video is intrusive... Sometimes I just want a moment alone at the henge. But see the little yellow blob by the henge, that's a yellow lily. They were a gift for Susan on her birthday. This lily flower is a gift to Lilly cat.



"Don't be Grey Friars Bobby!" Susan said rubbing my ears. I'm not Grey Friars Bobby. I am NOT a dog!

I am cat.

Most other times though I'm with Susan, she needs my company I reckon. So she's at the computer, I'm on the computer; shed, I'm there; studio, she has my company; kitchen, me too. In the bathroom, she's closed the door! but I can rattle the handle...

Some things are just meant to be.

Ok, I've come to a decision.

Some things are just meant to be.

Ferdinand is gone and Susan says Lil can't come back (I'm not sure about this! I keep leading Susan to where the henge is -she doesn't understand that Lil is there...)

But if this newspaper is deleted so be it.

I don't like spam.

I don't like spam. Pink flabby stuff. Sort of grub Lil would...


I got a message from google that this blog is to be closed because of spam. (Even though it's not pink.)

These are not good times...


'Hello,

Your blog at http://diaryofagingertomcat.blogspot.com/ has been identified as a potential spam blog.
Your blog will be deleted in 20 days if it isn't reviewed, and your readers will see a warning page during this time.

After we receive your request, we'll review your blog and unlock it within two business days. Once we have reviewed and determined your blog is not spam, the blog will be unlocked and the message in your Blogger dashboard will no longer be displayed. If this blog doesn't belong to you, you don't have to do anything, and any other blogs you may have won't be affected.

We find spam by using an automated classifier. Automatic spam detection is inherently fuzzy, and occasionally a blog like yours is flagged incorrectly. We sincerely apologize for this error.

By using this kind of system, however, we can dedicate more storage, bandwidth, and engineering resources to bloggers like you instead of to spammers.'

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

In our garden we have a henge – A Lilly henge.

Lilly henge
I was looking beneath the chest of drawers; this is the place Lil sleeps while she’s convalescing. There’s an ancient Chinese bowl under there wrapped in bubble wrap -a perfect curled up asleep cat size bowl. It used to be my place but I gave it to Lil (on a temporary basis until she’s better and providing she doesn’t throw up.)

Susan said, “She’s not there Doll.”
Well I can see she’s not there...?

We live in Wiltshire; home of the henge -Stonehenge.
In our garden we too have a henge now – A Lilly henge. That’s what Susan said.