I have been a bit too traumatised to blog this last week or so, I suppose if I were an American cat I would have a 'therapist' but being French, I don't. I have had to make do with the slave who made the big rescue.
It all started last Monday morning, early. It was dark and I heard Coco shouting 'mouse, mouse' outside. I always get very excited about this as they taste nice. I am very adept at diving in and pinching them from under her paws. She's OK about that, we are almost family after all!
So I dived out of the cat flap (yes I can use it in a declared state of emergency such as the vacuum cleaner has just been switched on or when there is something nice to eat outside) and grabbed the mouse. It was actually a rat, even better as there is more of it to savour. I dashed off out the garden as the Slave tried to grab me. Then I sneaked back into the garden when he wasn't looking and ate the rat in the usual spot. I refused to go back inside because Coco sometimes turn up with a second one fairly soon after the first.
When she didn't, I wandered off to see if I could find her. The problem is, I don't see too well and when I can't see my house, it is a bit difficult to find my way home. I don't have a great sense of direction either. I wandered around in the dark and found some other buildings that weren't mine. I eventually found a road and usually, when I cross that, turn right and walk along a short way, I get home. Only this can't have been my road.
I soon found myself in a field of big things that went moo at me so I had to do a rush. It was a bit of a random rush and I was even more lost. The dawn came, it was a nice one but I would have preferred to have seen it from my own wall at my own home. I was really worried when I couldn't see anything other than field, bushes and sky. I really didn't know which way to go so I went round and round in circles. I find that helps to calm me down.
So I trotted round a bit more and found some trees and decided to hide in there. I could hear the sound and smell some mice so I knew I wouldn't have to go hungry. I hoped that sooner or later I would be found or magically transported home.
The sun went up in the sky and had started to go down again so I knew I had been out for a long time today. Then, suddenly, I heard my name being shouted so I meowed at the top of my voice. I didn't know if the slave had heard me. I couldn't see him. Then his shouts were a bit closer and I had second thoughts. What if it wasn't my slave? What would happen to me if a stranger found me? But then I saw the person shouting. It was my slave so I ran across the field from my hiding place in the trees. I was so happy I shouted all the way and held my tail as high as I could. I knew I was rescued.
I let him pick me up and we went back across the field to where he had left his bike. I purred all the way. He tried to stuff me into his coat so that we could cycle back but I was having none of that and so I stopped purring to let him know I was displeased. I don't really like these mechanical things, they worry me. So we walked back. It was a long way, it took at least 10 minutes and uphill all the way. I don't really like being carried and tried to tell him that. But he kept hold of me and when we got home, he shoved me back in through the cat flap and went to get his bike. I heard him talking to the other slave and they mentioned I had gone 'nearly a kilometre'. I am not sure what that means but I think it could mean that I went quite a long way.
Next day, I was only allowed out on my harness. I didn't mind. Actually, I only went out to humour the slave who seemed to think that the fresh air would do me good. I just wanted to stay in. A couple of days later I was allowed out on my own, needless to say, I didn't go very far and stuck to the area I know really well. I had a mini-disaster when I found my way into the veg patch. But when I tried to get out, I couldn't find the hole in the netting. When I tried to bury my way out, I got a bit stuck. The slave explained that it was because I was lying on the bottom of the netting and my body weight was holding it down underneath me. He sorted it out for me.
It has been pretty windy this week so I haven't been out all that much, I don't like how the wind blows my fur up. It makes me panic a bit and so I end up rushing around at random everywhere. Yesterday was a lot calmer and so I was out for a lot longer, I think that I am now de-traumatised by the big rescue.
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Tuesday, 22 October 2013
Tree trouble ...
After a couple of weeks just pottering around, I felt the need to stretch my paws a bit further. I wandered off past the chapel and was having a great time just poking around on new ground and lost track of the time. Apparently I must have been away for a bit longer than I thought because one of the slaves came looking for me. I always get excited when I see one of them, I like them to see what I am getting up to and I like to meow at them. Then I got a bit confused and needed a hand getting back but I will definitely check out this area again.
A few days later I was out, in the same sort of direction and I heard the other slave calling my name. I was so excited that I ran up a tree. Or at least a short way up a tree and then decided to do cute. So I jumped back down, parkour style and sat at the base of the village cross, looking out over the countryside. Then I decided it was in fact time for some food so I followed the slave back home for a couple of dreamies.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I actually quite liked the feeling of running up the big tree by the Chapel so a few days later, I did it again. But this time, instead of using it as one of my parkour launch points, I kept going. I went right up into the branches and had a potter round for a while.
Then I tried to get down.
Not so easy.
Every time I tried to get established on the trunk I felt really wobbly and just couldn't face it. I had a bottom incident as well which was horrible, it made me smelly. After a while, because I had been out much longer than normal, one of the slaves came to look for me. I was too upset to even meow but luckily Fizz and her Mum had seen my plight and heard my feeble attempts to shout for a slave. Rose pointed her nose in my direction and Fizz sat under the tree and meowed at the slave to come over. So he did. I had a bit more confidence now that the troops had arrived but was still a bit scared. It was windy too. The slave pulled one of the branches down for me to walk along but with the wind, I felt really exposed and just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I went round and round the tree on the lower branches. Then I thought that maybe I could get down the side where there is a bit of damage to the trunk. So I put my front paws down, held my breath and went for it. I felt myself falling but somehow managed to swivel round dig my claws in and clung to the tree. The slave was just underneath me so I edged my way down backwards and felt the hands of the slave round my chest. I relaxed a bit and he lifted me off the trunk and took me home where I cheered myself up with a bum wash and a trauma relieving plate of gourmet gold pate ...
A few days later I was out, in the same sort of direction and I heard the other slave calling my name. I was so excited that I ran up a tree. Or at least a short way up a tree and then decided to do cute. So I jumped back down, parkour style and sat at the base of the village cross, looking out over the countryside. Then I decided it was in fact time for some food so I followed the slave back home for a couple of dreamies.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I actually quite liked the feeling of running up the big tree by the Chapel so a few days later, I did it again. But this time, instead of using it as one of my parkour launch points, I kept going. I went right up into the branches and had a potter round for a while.
Then I tried to get down.
Not so easy.
Every time I tried to get established on the trunk I felt really wobbly and just couldn't face it. I had a bottom incident as well which was horrible, it made me smelly. After a while, because I had been out much longer than normal, one of the slaves came to look for me. I was too upset to even meow but luckily Fizz and her Mum had seen my plight and heard my feeble attempts to shout for a slave. Rose pointed her nose in my direction and Fizz sat under the tree and meowed at the slave to come over. So he did. I had a bit more confidence now that the troops had arrived but was still a bit scared. It was windy too. The slave pulled one of the branches down for me to walk along but with the wind, I felt really exposed and just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I went round and round the tree on the lower branches. Then I thought that maybe I could get down the side where there is a bit of damage to the trunk. So I put my front paws down, held my breath and went for it. I felt myself falling but somehow managed to swivel round dig my claws in and clung to the tree. The slave was just underneath me so I edged my way down backwards and felt the hands of the slave round my chest. I relaxed a bit and he lifted me off the trunk and took me home where I cheered myself up with a bum wash and a trauma relieving plate of gourmet gold pate ...
Exploration and constipation ...
Sorry about the title, sorry I haven't been online for a while, I really don't know where the time has gone.
The constipation is not me, it's Jaffa. After her accident, she gets bunged up more easily and has had to go down to the vets a few times over the last 6 weeks. In between times, she enjoys being out and we have a great time tazzing round in the garden and annoying the slaves by running out into the road either after each other or chasing those little green hoppy things. It is so much easier to see them on the road. Anyway, she seem to have things under control at the moment touch wood - I hope it continues because I miss running around with her when she is in hospital.
September passed quite well, I saw a few sunrises, wandered about a bit, stole a few mice and rats from Coco, chased round with the others and generally had a good time. We unearthed some more holes in the garden and enlarged them so we could get our whole leg in. The watering cans have been regularly filled and so we have had plenty to drink. I like to have a wander round the chapel now as well as going round the back of the house.
I had my official birthday on the 5th of October so apparently I am 1 year old now. I had a bit of a disaster a couple of days after my birthday. Since I was feeling grown up, I asked to go out in the dark, well before the sun came up. I had this idea, silly I know now but hindsight is a great thing, I wanted to get closer so that I could get a better view. The trouble was, because it was dark and i don't see or concentrate too well, I forgot how to get home. The sunrise was no better than if I had seen it from the wall at the bottom of the garden. Anyway, I wandered around all over the place for most of the day until I heard the slave shouting me. I squeaked as loud as I could and he managed to find me in some long grass - it turned out that I wasn't actually that far from home. I was so relieved that I let him carry me all the way. I purred a lot! Still, I had seen a lot of the world, I had a nap in some bushes, chased a few birds and mice, explored the farm buildings I can see from my wall and smelt loads of new smells. All's well that ends well I think the slaves say.
The constipation is not me, it's Jaffa. After her accident, she gets bunged up more easily and has had to go down to the vets a few times over the last 6 weeks. In between times, she enjoys being out and we have a great time tazzing round in the garden and annoying the slaves by running out into the road either after each other or chasing those little green hoppy things. It is so much easier to see them on the road. Anyway, she seem to have things under control at the moment touch wood - I hope it continues because I miss running around with her when she is in hospital.
September passed quite well, I saw a few sunrises, wandered about a bit, stole a few mice and rats from Coco, chased round with the others and generally had a good time. We unearthed some more holes in the garden and enlarged them so we could get our whole leg in. The watering cans have been regularly filled and so we have had plenty to drink. I like to have a wander round the chapel now as well as going round the back of the house.
I had my official birthday on the 5th of October so apparently I am 1 year old now. I had a bit of a disaster a couple of days after my birthday. Since I was feeling grown up, I asked to go out in the dark, well before the sun came up. I had this idea, silly I know now but hindsight is a great thing, I wanted to get closer so that I could get a better view. The trouble was, because it was dark and i don't see or concentrate too well, I forgot how to get home. The sunrise was no better than if I had seen it from the wall at the bottom of the garden. Anyway, I wandered around all over the place for most of the day until I heard the slave shouting me. I squeaked as loud as I could and he managed to find me in some long grass - it turned out that I wasn't actually that far from home. I was so relieved that I let him carry me all the way. I purred a lot! Still, I had seen a lot of the world, I had a nap in some bushes, chased a few birds and mice, explored the farm buildings I can see from my wall and smelt loads of new smells. All's well that ends well I think the slaves say.
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