Winston here . . . p’rrrrr . . . p’rrrrr
Mrs H told me I hadn’t blogged for AGES – what would I know, I’m a cat! I know night and day (you are the one, only you ‘neath the moon or
under the sun) Can you hear that –
she’s singing!
Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,
I know night and day and breakfast and supper – oh, and watching birds - and
that’s all so I don’t know what AGES is.
It might be something nice for all I know and maybe it’s a reward for blogging –
there must be something in it for a tiger cat like me.
Now, I’ve told you
before, I’m a pashent sort of a chap and I can put up with buppies but only ONE AT A TIME and when Buster comes to
stay he and Bertie make my life a livingell, jumping on me and chasing me round
the house. It’s enough to drive me to drink, don’tcha know. I don’t really know
what that means, ackcherly, but I’ve heard the humans say it. It don’t make
much sense to me, ‘cos I don’t need to be driven to drink, I can walk to it and
it’s only water anyway, so I don’t know what all the fuss is about. I think it
means that it’s all too much to put up with, so why don’t they just say that? I
don’t know, humans make life sound very complicated sometimes. I think it’s ‘cos
they’ve got so many words. Us cats can say all we need with just miaous and
purrs and the humans know what we mean. I s’pose we’ve trained them well.
We had some excitement here don’tcha know. You know I like
bird-watching. Well, there was a big bird chasing little birds and that was
good, then just now there was lots of birds in the holly tree and they kept
coming back and pinching the berries. I thought that was naughty but the humans
were really pleased and took thousands of photos.
I poked my nose out of the door and Mrs H said I wouldn’t
like it out there ‘cos it’s really cold. Then Mr H decided to light the fire in
the conversatory and it filled the room with smoke so he opened the windows to
let the smoke out then he couldn’t find me and he was worried so he and Mrs H
searched and searched. I knew they was looking for me and I didn’t quite hide
but I didn’t come when they called and when they was getting really worried I sauntered
into the sitting room and said ‘What’s the problem?’ don’tcha know and they was
ever so relieved.
I know it was a bit naughty of me but my stars, do they think
I want to go out in the cold dark? Intruder cat
does that. She waits by the pool room and makes all friendly with little
miaous, but I’ve seen her stalking Bertie down the garden path so I don’t think
she’s as sweet as she makes out. I wouldn’t want any harm to come to Bertie –
if anyone’s claws are going to be used they’ll be mine but I won’t ‘cos he’s
just a buppy still and I can keep him in line perfectly well by batting him
with my velvet paws.
It was Mr H’s birthday on Friday and Bethan and Robert come to stay on Saturday. I like it when they come 'cos they really like me, don’tcha know, and it’s always nice to be liked, isn’t it?
The world is covered in white stuff. The dogs seem to like it. Bertie even managed to walk on the pond - Mrs H said he was learning to ice-skate, silly human!
That’s all I’ve got for now. Be good!
TTFN
What a beautiful cat. That is quite an impressive coat!
ReplyDeleteIt is always nice to be liked, Winston. I'm sorry you are still on a diet. I don't like those either. Your coat is looking very pretty!
ReplyDeleteIt's good to have a conversation with a cat from time to time, Janice and therefore wonderful to hear from Winston.
ReplyDeleteHow amazing, my neighbour once cared for a tabby cat, an orange tiger like your Winston whose name was also Winston. But our Winston was not so good as your gracious Winston. Our Winston would sneak into our house via the cat flap and for some godforsaken reason, he would pee on the floor.
Oh, buppies! No manners, buppies, no respect. You need to teach them, Winston.
ReplyDeleteWinston says: Thank you, Robert and Belle - my coat is rather fine.
ReplyDeleteElisabeth, I'm sorry to hear my namesake was so rude - not all cats is as well-behaved as me, don'tcha know.
Rachel - they're learning and I'm keeping my claws nicely sharpened in case they need a quick come-uppance.
Winston, always nice to hear from you, sir. Forgive me if I suggest you seem to be becoming quite fond of Bertie, although perhaps not of Buster. Perhaps you can arrange to let Intruder Cat deal with Buster, while you continue training Bertie to behave.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't nice of you to hide while there was smoke in the conversatory, but it was very funny to read about.
Looking forward to hearing from you again.
K
You've captured his voice beautifully!! I think he would approve!
ReplyDeleteWinston says: Kay, you guessed my true feelings but Buster's very sweet really. I wouldn't let intruder cat near him. He'll learn.
ReplyDeleteMary, thank you:-)
It's long ago, I didn't see you in your full beauty ! Apparently living with big dogs doesn't affect you at all. I know, cats are always the boss !
ReplyDeleteWe had snow and it is very cold (- 11°C) in the Ardennes even worse - 20°C ! We are not used to it and some people's heating is not enough.
We had troubles with Kim who disappeared in this cold for 2 days ! we also had smoke but in the living room, I forgot to open the flap when I lighted the fire in the open fire place (caugh !)
Winston says: it sounds very cold where you live. Naughty Kim, disappearing like that - it's too cold outside for cats. Don't do it again!
ReplyDeleteHi Winston .. I'd stay well wrapped up in lots of fur - then no-one can see what's inside - and just enjoy that fire and grab as much fodder as possible because who knows how long that white stuff will hang around - it's icy down here ... Just keep an eye on Mr and Mrs H .. they don't want to slip .. cuddlybye for now - Hilary
ReplyDeleteWinston says: Thank you Hilary - I try to look after the humans but they don't listen to me.They keep going out in the white stuff.
ReplyDeleteLove the name Winston. I once had a dog with that name. Had never thought of it for a cat. Good choice!
ReplyDeleteWas he a British bulldog?
ReplyDeleteBelated birthday greetings to Mr H. There are so many birthdays in the Doyle household in February they get sick of cake (could buy fish instead!).
ReplyDeleteRatty's come home. He's looking smug and won't say where he's been. I'm pleased though because Miss Wolfe is sooooo p******d about it.
Me and Ming just shrug and stay upstairs. Ratty's good though - he never fights whereas that Miss W - she's a terror.
Best purrs & whiskers
Chairman Mao - you-can-call-me Macc
Winston says: Macc, you and Ming are so good. From what I've seen Ratty has had more than enough problems without fighting, don'tcha know.Miss Wolfe will learn . . .
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