Being the new Kit(ten) on the block, is tough really. You take for granted that you’re the boss of the fur-less species; you can easily wrap them around your little claw. But...
Wrapping a cat around your little claw – be it, HeCat or SheCat...?! Well, that's a totally different story. And one that I hadn’t really bargained for!
HuMum and HuDad taught me all the skills I needed, to hunt. You know, the whole ‘feather on a string’ thing…? It certainly has its uses (albeit – limited)… That, together with the hiding-behind-the-couch/covers/table/cushion-game; sharpened all my senses. I (thought I) was ready and raring to go...
Wrapping a cat around your little claw – be it, HeCat or SheCat...?! Well, that's a totally different story. And one that I hadn’t really bargained for!
HuMum and HuDad taught me all the skills I needed, to hunt. You know, the whole ‘feather on a string’ thing…? It certainly has its uses (albeit – limited)… That, together with the hiding-behind-the-couch/covers/table/cushion-game; sharpened all my senses. I (thought I) was ready and raring to go...
Donning my best collar and looking like The Fonz, (I need to speak to HuMum about the nightly grooming... I'm still having to go over some bits), I didn’t really account for much in the cat-eat-cat world I was about to enter! What was required, was for me to be sharp and quick and tough, in order to make my mark.
Oh and I needed a pal – someone whom I could confide in; someone who was loyal - but more than that, someone who had more interest in Tigger's physique and collars, than in Poppy and her fabulousness! Outside of the Freedom Square and the walls of my soft-world, I came across Max; my perfect BFF. He was a Bristish Blue, so I called him Greenie. He loved all pretty, shiny things, Judy Garland and was a Belieber, before it had even existed!
So, I wandered around, in hot pursuit of everything I thought I needed, to make me (appear, at least), less like the Pampered Prince my furless peeps had accused me of being. I liked the feeling of my paws on the hard floor – which was a start - I was all grown up. I was loving the feel of the wind in my fur (as well as the extra fussing I got from HuMum EVERY SINGLE TIME I went back to the soft world on that side of the Freedom Square (or even nearly on time… Or even just back)!
I needed to be a rebel, I needed to be fierce; I needed to be James Dean - tough, alpha male, hench - oh and I got me a bike! I needed to think up ways of impressing Fab-U-Lous -Poppy on her return from holiday, whilst also finding a way of distracting the formidable Tigger.
Oh and I needed a pal – someone whom I could confide in; someone who was loyal - but more than that, someone who had more interest in Tigger's physique and collars, than in Poppy and her fabulousness! Outside of the Freedom Square and the walls of my soft-world, I came across Max; my perfect BFF. He was a Bristish Blue, so I called him Greenie. He loved all pretty, shiny things, Judy Garland and was a Belieber, before it had even existed!
So, I wandered around, in hot pursuit of everything I thought I needed, to make me (appear, at least), less like the Pampered Prince my furless peeps had accused me of being. I liked the feeling of my paws on the hard floor – which was a start - I was all grown up. I was loving the feel of the wind in my fur (as well as the extra fussing I got from HuMum EVERY SINGLE TIME I went back to the soft world on that side of the Freedom Square (or even nearly on time… Or even just back)!
I needed to be a rebel, I needed to be fierce; I needed to be James Dean - tough, alpha male, hench - oh and I got me a bike! I needed to think up ways of impressing Fab-U-Lous -Poppy on her return from holiday, whilst also finding a way of distracting the formidable Tigger.
I spent hours on the Leylandii tree - waiting. Bit Syc-amore-like with its grandness and heightened anticipation. I needed an opportunity to make my move (oh and some stepladders wouldn't go amiss)...
And then, My Dearest FluffBall had returned and having surveyed the patch for safety, I pounced! The patio doors were clearly left open for me, and I sauntered into 'The Poppy Palace...' I needed to be quick - I was thinking on my paws - I did it!
I read the signs and made a beeline for the food she'd obviously left out for me... Well done to this tuxedo-ed Goldilocks!
And then, My Dearest FluffBall had returned and having surveyed the patch for safety, I pounced! The patio doors were clearly left open for me, and I sauntered into 'The Poppy Palace...' I needed to be quick - I was thinking on my paws - I did it!
I read the signs and made a beeline for the food she'd obviously left out for me... Well done to this tuxedo-ed Goldilocks!
Poppy was totes impressed, I could tell, as she watched me scoff down her food. That’s right Popps – the way to a cat's heart, is definitely this...
I’m loving you even meow now...
I’m loving you even meow now...