My Flying Lesson

I was so bored this morning. I asked Sebastian if we could go for a tour of the garden but he said it was his sleep time. He wakes up in the morning, has breakfast, has his early morning nap, has a light snack, then has a mid morning nap. When he wakes up it's lunch time, then he has an afternoon nap before tea then he has his evening nap before he wakes up to go to bed for the night.

I thought I'd go and explore on my own. Outside there was Percy having a wander and pecking at the grass - I saw him pull up a couple of worms. I was very interested in some white butterflies that were circling the garden but as much as I chased after them and jumped up, I was always just below their flight paths.

"Have to learn you to fly properly if you're to catch them there flutterbies!" called Percy with a worm dangling from his beak. I thought the worm was going to make his bid for freedom as Percy spoke, but Percy just gulped him down in mid sentence and made a little burp. "Oops, manners!" he corrected himself.

"But I can't fly, Percy. Cats don't have wings like you."

"No need little fellow you just flap your arms like I do my wings and before you know it you're up and over the rooftops."

"No way!" I was so impressed.

"I've taught so many to fly I should be a corn millionaire if they paid me a grain a flight, laddie. Just get up somewhere high; concentrate and flap those arms. It's all about confidence. if you say 'I can fly', you will fly. trust Percy"

I climbed up the bird table and stood on the roof. I didn't feel confident. Perhaps that was the problem. I flapped my paws and then some more and then I took off. I landed splat on the grass in front of the bird table.

Percy pulled another worm from the lawn, swallowed it and took to the air. He circled over and fired a customary missile just beside me.

"One born every minute!" he squawked and flew off,

Sebastian - lazing on the swing - rose from his sleep to cackle at me.

I went off to bed nursing a sore belly from where I crash landed. I'm not going to believe anyone any more.

Here's me getting ready for take off......

Me Again

Hey there

I am in trouble yet again. I wasn't doing anything wrong but you know how I always get the blame. Well the female two legs (my main personal shopper) she's got this house thing where all these funny little dolls live. Its quite big and she's also got a nice garden next to it and a conservatory thing at the side.

It sits where they eat next to their table and is perfect for me jumping on. The other night I jumped on the garden and found it was made in two pieces and when I jumped one piece shot up in the air and catapulted something right across the room. That was fun

In the morning she was shouting about her beans being broken but hey ho.

Anyway I was in the dining room all alone and having a bit of fun so i thought I would go and sit in that conservatory thing. Its fine but it's very cramped and I can only just squeeze in. Anyway the doors got stuck shut and I was trapped. I think there's a picture of me in it.



Well I kind of panicked a bit and fought my way out - one of the doors popped off. And I jumped out onto this mannequin thing that stands next to the doll house. Well she must have been frightened and her head fell off closely followed by her upper body. As that was falling I grabbed a shelf for safety and a big Russian doll came tumbling down and as it hit the floor lots of other dolls fell out from inside it. I don't know if it was having babies.

When the two legs saw it all they did shout at me. I'm in the dog house now - woof woof!

Worms and things to Worry About

I was up early again this morning - had my usual fight with male two legs in bed, but then he decided he was getting up and let me out in the garden just as dawn was rising.

There was Percy as usual - you remember I told you about him before - wandering around the grass pecking away. I trotted up to him - ever mindful of what he did to me last time.

"Morning Mr Percy, what you doing?"

"Just walking around here catching worms. When I walk they think it's raining and pop up to avoid drowning and there's my next meal!"

"Wow, that's clever. What do they taste like?"

"Nice and meaty and juicy little fellow. Now when I was in Italy even the big two legs ate them. Mind they put all sorts of muck on them and hand them on plates and used forks and stuff. Not for me except for when they had the chicken in them"

"Chicken! Isn't that sort of cannibalism. I mean you're a bird and so are they aren't they?"

"Life's life matey. After all you eat that kitten food don't you?"

"Yes but............"

"Well what do you think's in that? They come round at night, collect up all the kittens and make them into your food. Isn't that the same?"

"Oh gosh I never knew. But......"

"Can't stop yabbering with you all day. Need to go and see about some baby food!"

Percy went to take off and remembering last time I dived for the lavender bush. Wow was I lucky - a big splat and he scored a direct hit on the washing line as he soared skyward.

I don't go out after dark now.

Do They Make Me Jump!

There I was laying on his desk having a quiet snooze while he banged about on those keys that he's always telling me not to walk on. Isn't he daft - he doesn't know I write this for you every day!

Anyway I was dreaming of this lovely little mouse running around and I was just about to enjoy a nice light snack when all Hell broke loose. He had set his printer going and it crashed into life scaring me half to death - I am sure one of my nine lives popped by the window. I jumped from my reveries and all he did was sit there laughing. Hmmmph!

I went into the garden for some peace and quiet and asked Seb to give me a piggy back ride. Well I didn't actually ask him I just jumped on his back while he was sleeping. He jumped up like a startled cat (well that's what he was!) and threw me across the garden. I was just dusting myself down under the lavendar bush when she turns on that hose thing to water her plants and drenched me in cold water. I leapt in the air and ran indoors.

Oh they were all apologetic and offering to rub me down with a warm towel, but you don't forget those things do you.

I shall be seeking revenge when they least expect it. Hehehehehe

My First Visitor

Hey

Had to write again this morning I had a visitor come to see me - my very first come just for me.

I was helping the male two leg hang out some washing on that roundabout - I know not to swing on it now. There was this rustling noise on the fence that marks the edge of the world and we both looked up. There was my sister Bluebell.

Well he had to go over and see her but I knew she was there for me. To be fair he did come and pick me up to see her better and get close. I told her she was very near the end of the world and she laughed at me. She went and jumped onto that house of glass and then on to the garage roof. She climbed up there right up to where it meets the sky and she showed me where there were some birds nesting right up in the corner of the roof where no-one can climb - not even sis!

Then she came back down, showed me her new collar and bell and went off down the other side of the fence. I am going down there some time to see what's there.

I did like having my first visitor - oh this is me meeting her - pretty isn't she (just like me)

I'm In Trouble Again!

Hello there

The two legs have got this fabulous roundabout thing in the garden and they hang all these bits on it so that it blows round in the wind and gives me something to chase. I thought it was rather nice of them to do that for me.

Yesterday there was a lot of bits hanging out there blowing round and round so I thought I would have a game. I raced up the garden from the very edge of the world - where the big fence stops you going any further - and I jumped up and caught hold of this bit of material with my teeth and paws. It made a wonderful ripping noise as I slowly slid down towards earth still clutching my ribbon of material.

The two legs were busy doing something in that house of glass they've got. They have some nice food in there and I often sneak in and nibble the green stuff. Don't tell them - they don't know.

Anyway I thought this game was good so I went back to the edge of the world and had another go. I caught something really nice and light and the ripping sound was even better than before but I slid to earth a little too quickly.

Undeterred I went back for a third attempt. I am very fit you know - all this running about. I grabbed this big piece of stuff hanging there and waited, but it didn't rip. I climbed a bit higher and then it started. A wonderful full bellied rip from one corned right across giving me a lovely smooth descent.

I was about to have another go when the female two leg appeared and screamed about her washing. Her sheets were in tatters and some blouses. I don't know where they were but she was heading my way in a hurry. I decided to take cover in the lavendar bush.

Apparently the bits I had been hanging on were this washing and I appear to have damaged it beyond repair. I am in trouble and keep getting bad looks.

Better leave that game alone for a bit I think

Hi there - my paw is a lot better thanks. I've been resting it apart from when I have to fight the two leg in the morning. He still likes to have a fight at 4 o'clock and he has taken to wrapping his arm in a blanket when I attack him. I think he does it to give me a better grip when I jump at his arm.

Anyway we were having a fight yesterday when Max came in and got very stroppy that we were disturbing him and he said some very nasty things to me. I went into the corner and had a sulk.

Today the two legs took me to the vet again. I was a bit wary in case they were going to take my bits away like Sebastian told me but when we got there they just put me on some scales and told a lady what I weighed. I thought that was very rude as they wouldn't like it if I called out their weight across a crowded room of two legs.

Apparently I have put on weight and am doing well but have to watch that I don't get too heavy. I eat what I want so no chance of that. When we got home they squirted something all cold and stingy on my neck. Don't know why they did that; I saw them do it so Max and Seb the other night and thought I had got away with it, but no - I'm not a lucky cat.

Got to go I smell fish for tea.

My Foot Hurts - Again

I am a poor pussy.

I was out last evening having a play fight with Sebastian when we found this walking ball in the garden. It was quite small and I thought we might be able to eat it but Sebastian said no. He said it was OK to play with it and I should go and kick it to him.

Sebastian often suggests Max or I should go and do things while he stays where he is - I think Sebastian is some kind of organiser at heart but he is always grateful when we do as he bids. Anyway I went off to get the ball and then I saw it had a face. The two legs once said something about not eating things with faces but Sebastian had already told me not to eat it.

As I went to jump on it, it curled up into the ball just like Sebastian had said. I thought how knowledgeable he was - maybe I will be when I am his age. So as it was in a ball I decided to give it a big whack with my paw so Seb could stop it as it rolled by. I mustn't send anything too far away from him because he doesn't like to have to chase it.

I pulled my paw back as far as I could and let go with a big whack. The ball didn't move but my paw got stuck on a load of needles sticking out of the ball and I let out a little yelp. The two legs came to see and ranted on about hedgehogs and not pawing them and said I must have my paw bathed and disinfected and carried me in.

As we walked past Sebastian - still prone on the grass - he looked up at me and grinned from ear to ear. you don't think he knew I would get prickled do you?

The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Travellers

Well there it was yesterday. The two legs went out for the day and left me, Max and Sebastian on our own - shut indoors. I said to Sebastian we should have a party but he said we couldn't open the door to guests. I told him about the secret door my Mum had shown me at the other house. She used to walk up to it and it opened and she could let anyone in and out. Sebastian knows everything and he said they had one where they lived before but not here. I walked up to the door to show him but he was right. There was no magic door here.

Undefeated I said the three of us should have a party. Sebastian said he needed a nap after his breakfast and Max hadn't got up yet so I was left alone.

I decided to go mountaineering and climbed up the curtains. Intrepidly I clung on and pulled my weight up with every sinew straining until I reached the top. There was this great rail thing there and I decided to cross it like some explorer in the Amazon jungle. I wavered a bit as I lost my balance a couple of times. It's very high up there and I kept looking down. I got all the way across and then decided to do the impossible - turn round and walk back. It was impossible I lost my balance completely in mid turn and began to fall. I saw my life flash before me. It was quick but I am still young. I grabbed the curtain and heard this lovely ripping sound and it was like a parachute carrying me gently to the ground. Then there was this huge crash and my balance beam pole had crashed beside me.

Inches from death I got up shook myself to see everything was still in its right place and went in search of my biscuits. Seb called out what was happening. I said it was a little nothing. I don't like to worry him when he is sleeping.

When the two legs came home there was a lot of shouting and huffing and puffing as he put up another balance beam for me. There were some new parachute climbers for me and everything was back to normal. I don't think they are going to leave us alone again.

Seb said we would have had less chaos if we had had our party

Percy The Pigeon

Hi there

I had a funny old day this morning. Seb and Max had told me about old Percy the pigeon. He lives in the garden out the back and wanders around all day pecking at the grass. He never worries about other birds in the garden and he doesn't bother about Max and Seb.

Seb told me he was an OK dude and I wasn't to annoy him. Well, I can't help myself. I was laying flat down on the grass waggling my bottom and chattering - just like Seb had shown me - when I felt the urge to pounce on Percy. I sprung up just as he turned to face me. What a face! I have never seen such haunted eyes and such a sad and dejected counternance.

"Er are you Percy the pigeon?" I asked trying to appear nonchalent.

"That's what they call me now," answered the weary voice "I used to be called Peregrine the Peacock, but no more". His body shuddered and the feathers settled back to that sleek look he often disports.

"What happened?" I asked inquisitively.

"Well I was once a proud and majestic peacock in the grounds of a stately home. People came and looked at me. Took my photo. Said how handsome I was"

"And then what?"

"I got in with the wrong crowd. We started eating the wrong sort of seeds. We didn't care about our appearance. We caused trouble. In the end all my feathers fell out and they threw me off the stately home and left me to forage in the open. I found this garden and have been here ever since"

"Wow, that's so sad. Can you be a peacock again?"

"No, laddie I'm a pigeon now and will be until I go. It's not too bad a life you know"

I felt so sad I nearly blubbed. Just then Percy rose to the air and flapped off. Dropping a big poo on me as he went. Behind me Max was cackling with laughter.

"That's old Percy - always full of ****!"

Special Day Today

Hi everyone. I am so tired today that I wasn't going to write but then I remembered what day it was and I had to.

You see today is a special birthday for someone. She is 8 years old today and she looked after me when I was a baby cat. Well she and my Mummy to be honest. I even learned her name - she's Grace.

She still comes to see me now that I'm all grown up and left home. I have to pretend to hide when she comes cos I mustn't let her know I miss her. She gives me nice gentle strokes and talks to me all soft and quiet.

Hope she has a lovely day today - I think she's playing an African drum. I heard them on the television thing when they were doing that World Cup with those footballs. They were noisy then. I made my new two legs cross cos I used to jump at the screen when they kicked the ball and he said he kept missing all the goals. That was fun.

Happy birthday Grace!

Boy I am tired with all this typing.

Help Help - I am Soon to be Without

Greetings on another sunny day. Well it was before we had our chat. Max and me that is.

You see we were having a playful roll on the grass - well it isn't grass - it's all brown and burned but anyway we were having a roll and Sebastian was sunbathing close by. I told you Max and I were really getting on well now and I noticed something I had to ask him about.

"Why haven't you got what I've got down there?" I asked.

"Laddie, you wait you won't have them for long."

"What do they fall off as you get older?" I asked quite innocently.

"Huh" snorted Max in as disdainfuil a manner as possible. "They'll take you over to that vet place and the nice girl there says you'll be OK and sticks a needle in you and when you wake up they've gone"

I shuddered at the thought. Max was in full flow.

"Not only that. They put a lamp shade round your neck so they think you can't see what they've done. As she was putting it on me I said to her - what next are you going to plug me in the electric and look for a light out of my bum"

I know Max likes to tease me but do you think they really will take my bits away and what do they do with them and what do I do without them? I'm a really worried Casper today

Tranquility Bay on a Saturday Morning

Hello. This morning I was awake early. The male two leg likes me to play with him at 4 a.m. so I have to wake up and jump all over him pretending to bite and scratch so that he can make his squealy noises and shout. That wakes up the female two legs and then they have an argument and I go back to sleep.

Anyway I had done my duty this morning and had settled down to a peaceful snooze when all Hell broke loose outside. I heard screaming and shouting and I remembered Max had told me about the evil world outside the gate. I guessed the evil ones had come to get someone. Then I listened and I recognised the voice. It was the little two leg from where I was born. He lives with my Mum and my sister - remember I told you about that a while ago. Anyway I listened and heard him saying that my sister was playing with a frog. Apparently they are afriad of frogs round there so my sister had pulled off a good one.

Max came in and wanted to know what was going on. I told him and he seemed really impressed that I knew all about it. He sat me down in the corner and told me another of his stories.

Max said the male two leg always likes being awakened at 4 am and this particular morning he did so with a very croaky coughing noise in his ear. His first reaction was to kick his wife who replied that she was asleep and hadn't made a sound - the croaking cough continued. Fearing burglars, the male two leg took the appropriate action and placed a pillow over his head and pulled the covers up tight inviting his wife to investigate. She declined.

It was at this juncture that all 18 lbs. of Sebastian leapt onto the bed crushing the male's foot. In the half light he saw Sebastian was watching the floor rather than the disintegration of his metatarsal. The cough continued accompanied by a scratching sound - the burglar not only had influenza but was also flea-ridden.

Being extremely brave the male two leg rose from the covers and went to investigate. Max (the 9 lb. weakling) was at the foot of the bed scratching furiously at the blanket which was now 90% on the floor. The male two leg enquired what he was doing. Max ignored him and continued scratching - it seemed that before long the blanket would be thread-bare and the source of his interest would be revealed. The male two leg intervened and removed the blanket. There was a frog croaking away to his heart's content with Max prancing up to him, leaping in the air and backing away. Sebastian was watching from his vantage point on the bed albeit without a foot engaged in his rear quarters. The scene was blissful enough had it not been in the family bedroom.

the male two leg summoned his wife to acquire a capture mechanism. You may recall they recently had a new kitchen fitted since when anything that is not in daily use is hidden away. Frog capturing devices fit into this category and hence she was away for some time. She returned with an empty ice cream making container.

The male bravely applied this over the frog. Placed a copy of "Nuts" magazine beneath and lifted the entirety and carried it to the front door. The ceremony of the locks and keys was then performed to allow the portal to open and he stepped outside with my precious charge. It was at this point that he noticed the chill around his lower body and realised he was not properly dressed for a sortie to the outside world. He deliberated and decided to continue his mission.

he released the frog on the lawn and returned to the confines of home. He decreed that his wife should embark on a washing program as he was not fond of frog flavoured ice cream nor was he confident of the continence of the amphibian in the area of the bed-clothes.

By now it was 5 o'clock and the household was all wide awake - there was nothing for it - Max and Sebastian went back to sleep.

Curried Cat (Not ME!)

Max told me this story and I had to laugh. I wasn't there but he made it sound so good I said I'd tell you. Apparently the two legs were having a new kitchen fitted at their old house. They finally managed to reclaim the house and were beginning to revert to a life more ordinary. The cooker had regained its rightful place adjacent to the gas pipe. The washing machine had returned to its functional base adjacent to the water pipe and the male two leg was reclining with his clay pipe.

Everything was going smoothly until Saturday evening when it was decided in a moment of rashness to order a take-away curry. The house at that point was nearly normal but for the final edging to the tiles and carpet. The tiler had announced he would return after Easter to do the 2 minute job of laying said strips.

The female two leg decided that they should eat aforementioned curry on their laps as she wanted to watch some bizarre film so he dutifully obliged. The doorbell rang and the curry man was there with steaming bag and a broad smile. The male two leg took the smile and left him standing with a steaming bag but that's another story. Max is quite amusing when he gets started.

Division of labour in that household is a strict regime and female's role is to serve from the cartons whilst male opens them and washes up the empties. A streamlined operation that has been the envy of many a foreign nation seeking guidance on co-operation.

This Saturday night was no exception. The opening of plastic packages, transfer of contents to receptacles and scouring of containers went like clock-work. The male two leg was up to his arms in Fairy liquid as his wife took the first tray of offerings to his seat in the lounge to await the ritual devouring process. At this point I should mention Max and Sebastain had a climbing platform - a monstrous construction upon which they liked to perch to watch the two legs feed. Both cats were asleep in male two legs' chair; the female two legs' task in these circumstances was to place the tray on the accompanying foot-stool, evacuate the cats and summon his presence.

The house rang with heard a plaintiff scream followed by more abusive language than Max ever heard from his tours of the building sites of the realm. The male approached the lounge to find his wife balancing at a 45 degree angle with the cat climbing frame resting on her shoulder and the tray of his dinner looking somewhat forlorn but relatively intact. Sebastian - a fine feline example of 20 lbs. - was perched on top of the frame at a similar 45 degrees looking decidedly uncomfortable. It appeared he had made the transition from the chair to top of frame in one bound only to knock the construction off balance and onto the female as she approached.

Male two leg issued a lecture on care in the work place and commented that he preferred the raisa over his food rather than over his seat. His seat fortunately was a leather (well leatherette!) recliner so would wipe down relatively cleanly. It was at that point that they realised that Max had disappeared. Max you will remember is the smaller of the family, wont to sleep a lot and carries an "out of this world" attitude. In fact he is the feline version of Joe Pasquale.

The male two leg raised his eyes from the raisa-ridden seat and glanced at the door to the stairs. There sat Max, a bemused look on his face, a Mohican strip of orange along his head and a blob of raisa running between his eyes and down his nose. He had been asleep in the chair when Sebastian's vault to freedom occurred and had clearly taken full force of the flying raisa.

Max said the film was rubbish and their curry was cold by the time they got to eat it

Wish I had seen that - the situation - not the film. By the way this is Max and Sebastian

Isn't Sleep Grand

You know I was talking to Sebastain the other day and asking him why he spent a lot of time laying about doing nothing when there was all that world out there to explore and all those tasty flies to eat. He said something quite deep. He said it was far better to lay and think about those things and have your food brought to you than actually get up and go and search for it.

He's very clever and wise and I got thinking about all those cats that haven't got a home and have to go out and catch whatever they can to eat and survive and they don't have someone to give them a cuddle when they are cold or scared.

I curled up next to Sebastian and went to sleep. Had a terrible dream that I was out beyond the gate where all the wild cats live and I was having to search for my food and then I couldn't open those silly pouch things when I caught it. I was getting thinner and thinner and my voice was disappearing and noone was there to help me and - just between you and me - I cried a bit.

I woke up and Sebastian had his paw gently on my shoulder and he said "Come on little one let's eat" He never calls me by name you know so I think he is kind of the boss around here. He is good at fighting. When I jump around his neck, he can toss his head and throw me off just like that.

When I go and box with him he is good at sparring and then he suddenly lets out a big punch and I go flying across the room - it's fun.

Oh well I think I need to go to sleep - I've been awake for nearly one whole hour now. Oh here's me in Sebastain's bed - he got very cross that I stole it from him heheheh.

My Friend At Sheba

Hello there Casper calling - my paw is alittle less painful and Sebastian is looking after me so I'm alright. Thank you all for your concerns and advice. Not sure a bandage and support stocking will be quite me but.....

Did I tell you about my lady friend at Sheba. Well I wrote to her about kitten food and she said - well I'll show you what was said:

-----Original Message-----
From: casperthecat@btinternet.com
Date: 05.06.2010 16:21:28 GMTUK
Subject: ShebaUK Other Feedback-ShebaOther Feedback-Casper

Hi, I'm Casper - a 11 week oldkitten and I've just come to this house where my 2 adopted brothers are 10 years old (wow - that's old!). Anyway they eat this Sheba and it smells yummy but they say I can't have it coz my tummy isn't right. My tummy is fine. I asked my personal shopper people to get me some and they said I have to have kitten food. I said get me Sheba kitten food then and they said you don't make it. Are they telling me right? And if so why don't you make it - I love the smell and when I stole some of Sebastian's it tasted so good. I'm on strike and not eating my kitten biscuits now. Help me please coz my tummy is starting to get empty and growl. Thank you Casper

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Dear Casper,

Thank you for contacting Sheba.

Your personal shopper is correct we do not produce a kitten food, you need to stay on kitten food till you are 12 months old otherwise you will not receive all your nutrients your require to grow into a health cat. I would recommend you speak to your personal shopper about adding a kitten wet food to your biscuits to make it more interesting.

I have passed your comments on to our marketing team for a kitten Sheba range. If you need any further information or advice please contact our Consumer Careline on the telephone number below and one of our Consumer Care Advisors will be more than happy to help you.

Kind regards.


Nicola Hurwood
Consumer Care Team
0800 *** ****


Wasn't that a nice reply. I am sending her a picture of me up a tree. This one


I'm good looking aren't I?

Some days Are Bummers

What a day this was. First off I had news that my sister - who I told you went away - had had an accident and been killed. Now I will never see her and see how she grew up. I spent a lot of the morning sitting alone on my bed wondering what she felt. I wimpered a bit but noone heard me except Sebastian and he laid his big old paw on me. That was nice.

Later on I smelled that nice smell of bacon cooking and I went to the kitchen to see when it would be ready and how much was for me. The lady two leg was busy with stuff so I thought it best if I didn't disturb her and hopped up onto that stove thing to see how it was doing.

She's always saying to me to get off there but she never said why. I put my paw on the ring and instead of the smell of crispy bacon I smelled singeing fur. I looked down and all my white fur had gone black. I jumped down quickly and felt horrible needles in my paw I sat down to lick it.

The man two leg came and put my legs in a bowl of cold water. Silly thing that he is he put my back legs in when it was my front leg that got burned. Now I've got one burnt leg and two soaking wet ones . Sebastian came and licked me and it doesn't feel so bad now but I still have to limp a bit so I get extra rations.

Oh the bacon wasn't that good anyway; she's got this health thing that it must be crisp and that's not good for my little teeth. Must remember to point that out next time

What a Big World Out There

Hi there again. Thought I'd tell you about my first ventures into that big world outside today.

It started with my personal shoppers taking me to a two leg at a place called Vets. He was quite nice and said nice things about me and then plunged a needle into me. I was so shocked I didn't have time to bite him or scratch and he just said "what a nice kitten to take his medicine so well"

I thought "you won't get away with that again mate".

Anyway I heard them saying I could go out in three weeks after I had had another injection so I was prepared.

Anyway my male two leg decided I needed fresh air and took me round the garden of our house holding me like a little two leg's baby. I thought that was naff but noone saw me. He was showing me these things that fly about and calling them birds. Big things I thought.

When I went back to that Vets place I saw a girl and she was ever so nice to me and I forgot what she was going to do. She poked the needle in me and made me scream. I felt a real twit.

So we got home and my male took me out and let me run around. There was so much to see and do. I was busy catching flies and butterflies and all these little insect things. The birds kept away.

Sebastain says he's going to show me how to catch a bird. I think he's too old but he says he can. We will see
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Introducing Casper

Right. So you know I am a kitten and you know I am tabby. My Mum looks a lot like me and lives next door. My Dad, well noone is quite sure who my Dad is or was. I have heard my personal shoppers say it was a big cat from up the road but I don't know.

It doesn't really matter cos I got adopted by the people I call my personal shoppers and they live next door to my Mum and my sister. This is a picture of me and my sister

I had another sister and brother but they went further away. They don't write or call on me so i guess they don't really want to know me.

I am living with these two old cats who are really funny. They sleep a lot but wag their tails so I can pounce on them. Then they pretend to be angry and try to hit me but I am quick hehehe.

I spent a lot of my early weeks kept indoors and could only see that great big world through glass doors. The personal shoppers never explained them to me and when I went to run out through them I hit my head and had a headache for hours. They laughed and told all sorts of two legs that came to the house about it. I thought that was a bit rude but I couldn't say anything in case they took my food away.

I saw the male two leg using this thing to play games and stuff so I thought when he went to bed I would come down and write about life here. I hope some of you will enjoy my stotries and come to see me. I am very friendly and don't bite and scratch very much now. I got smacked paws for doing that.

Tell me what you want to hear about and I will try and do that as well as telling you what I am up to.