The Cats' Diary Archive

Monday 30th August - by Yogi
I don't really know if our folks are as daft as Gemini says, but they can't honestly expect to make a gap half-a-cat's-height high and a cat-and-a-half's-length long that looks all interesting, and not have a cat go in it, can they? And then, if inside that interesting gap there's loads of soft, squidgy and cosy things like jumpers and rolled-up socks, they can't expect a cat not to settle down and make themselves at home, can they? And anyway, you'd think by now our folks would know I'm not the sort of cat to let a good gap, (interesting or otherwise), go to waste. Gemini isn't the sort of cat to let one go to waste either, so she wanted to get in this one too, only I'd beaten her to it, (Na na, na na na!). Drawers are clever things though aren't they, I mean, they sit there in their cupboards looking all innocent, but all the time they're hiding these interesting gaps behind them. You have to be in the right place at the right time to take advantage though. Like today, I took advantage while our human of the female variety was sorting some clothes out for the charity bag. She might as well just have tipped the whole drawer's worth in the bag really, she hardly ever wears the stuff. Why do people have so many clothes anyway? I've only ever had the one coat, and I never get fed up with that!

Friday 27th August - by Tangle and Gemini
Tangle: Hey Gemini... what's it like being fifteen, then?
Gemini: Well, not much different to being fourteen really. Anyway, if you're lucky you'll find out yourself in twelve years time.
Tangle: Yeah, that's true. So... is it better being older though, or worse?
Gemini: Hmmm... well, some things are better and some things are worse. I mean, mostly I think it's better. Although, you probably wouldn't understand because you're only three, and your idea of better things are going to be a lot different to mine.
Tangle: What do you mean, like what? Like fish? do you mean like how you prefer real fish to cat-food-fish? I mean that seems a bit mad if you ask me, real fish is boring and smelly with only one ingredient in, so I don't think that's better, do you mean that? Do you think that's better because you're fifteen?
Gemini: No, of course not! Real fish is better than cat-food-fish, that's a fact, it's got nothing to do with being fifteen!
Tangle: Well it can't be your arthritis, or those yucky black bits you get in your eye that the folks have to wipe out with a tissue, those can't be better things. So what is better about being older then?
Gemini: Oh that's easy - the best thing about being older is knowing everything but being able to do nothing!
Tangle: What do you mean, nothing? Why would doing nothing be better?
Gemini: I told you you wouldn't understand. You see, it's like when a butterfly goes past me, or if a fly lands on the ground just inches from my nose, or like when the folks trail a shoelace along the floor, or when Yogi runs past me on the stairs. Well, the thing about being fifteen is that if I want to, I can just do nothing about it, and no one cares, least of all me, do you see? Now I bet you couldn't do nothing if any of that happened, could you?
Tangle: Errr, no... yeah, you're right, I couldn't. So, can you do nothing when the folks rattle the cat biscuits then?
Gemini: Oh no, I'm not quite that old!

Saturday 21st August - by Yogi
I never knew Colonel Beau Cat, he was before my time, but he's still one of my heroes. Gemini's told me loads of daring things he used to do, and I've tried doing some of them, like jumping out the bathroom window onto the kitchen roof without a safety net, but he was the master of daring things. Gemini also told me about the time the folks had to take the Cat Chat office apart at four o' clock in the morning after the Colonel let a mouse loose in there and it went running off behind the filing cabinets (how cool is that?). OK, so I haven't quite reached that level, but today was my best effort yet! I found this really lively frog (he took a bit of catching too, I can tell you), so I took him indoors and dropped him in the kitchen. Well, he wasn't the sort of frog who just sits there like some of them, letting the folks pick them up and take them back to the pond. Turns out this one was the sort of frog who goes leaping across the floor and straight under the cooker. And when the folks moved the cooker, he was the sort of frog who leaps sideways and goes under the kitchen cupboard. And when the folks took the bottom bit off the cupboard, turns out he was the sort of frog who carries on leaping and ends up behind the washing machine, (that's my kind of frog!). They got him in the end of course, but only by cheating (using a torch, a broom handle, a wet j-cloth and a sandwich box). Gemini said me and my frog didn't cause quite as much disruption as the Colonel and his mouse, but then she said he'd had years of experience 'in the field'. So one day, that'll be me that will, after I've had my years of experience... I just need to find out where the field is, (Gemini wouldn't tell me that).

Wednesday 18th August - Tangle
I don't know about everywhere else, but the last few days at Cat Chat Towers have been winter all of a sudden. Cold, raining and blowing a gale, not the sort of weather for rolling on the patio with your legs in the air, which is the best thing to do on a patio of course, apart from catching and eating butterflies. So, I've had to totally re-think my summer, seeing as we haven't got one at the moment. First off I've had to start bringing in leaves from the garden again, thanks to the wind blowing dozens of 'em off next door's pigeon tree a month too early. Oh yeah - and feathers too - great big seagull feathers. I suppose the wind must've blown them off a seagull somewhere, but anyway they ended up on our grass, so they needed bringing indoors too. I think the folks are pleased about that though. I bet they'd rather have my leaves and feathers than Yogi's frogs ('specially since they found a dried-up one under the sofa, which must have been there for weeks). Anyway, the other thing about winter-come-early is playing indoor games with Yogi. The folks said we reminded them of wet playtimes at school (I'm amazed they can remember back that far), when they had to play scrabble or ludo. Well, that doesn't sound like much fun to me. Our wet playtimes mean kitchen-chair-boxing, which is loads of fun! It's noisy... it's exciting... it's a bit violent... and best of all I nearly always win! (yes, Yogi is in that photo somewhere - coming second out of two). Next time I'll insist on a video though. I mean, Yogi hardly ever beats me at kitchen-chair-boxing, and I don't see why he should beat me at videos either!

Saturday 14th August - by Gemini
Listen, I'm just going to have to be brave and admit it. I've been putting this off for quite some time now, but I can deny it no longer. The fact is that I, Gemini cat, am getting old! There, I've said it. No going back now. The thing is, sometime around the end of this month (exact date unknown), I will be fifteen. Now these days of course, fifteen isn't classed as ancient or anything, our folks have several friends with cats over twenty, but it's definitely the start of being officially 'Old'. How do I know this? Well for a start, I'm finding that my body wants to sleep more than it used to. Yogi says I sleep 23 hours a day now instead of only 22, but he's an exaggerating little fibber, I'm sure it's only 21-and-a-half hours. Anyway, then there's my arthritis. Oh yes, I'm afraid so. I started noticing that a few months ago, when I found that jumping off the kitchen table was no longer an appealing option unless there's a chair there as an interim stepping-stone. Jumping up onto the folks' bed isn't quite as straightforward as it used to be either, (luckily there's usually a bit of overhanging duvet to clamber up if I don't quite leap high enough). And just to think, when I started this diary with George, I was only five! Only five, can you believe it, I was little more than a kitten! So aside from more sleeping and less leaping, it's that which makes me feel really old. I mean, since then I've aged ten years in real life and ten years on the web too... so I've grown old in two places at once!

Sunday 8th August - by Gemini and Yogi
Gemini: You have got a cheek you know, Yogi, having another of your video things on here. I'm not sure we should let you get away with this. And anyway, it's a rather lazy way to do a diary if you ask me.
Yogi: Lazy? Oh no, that wasn't lazy at all, I was putting some serious effort into playing with that feather. Throwing some really serious shapes I was, too!
Gemini: I'm sorry..? Serious what?
Yogi: Shapes. Throwing serious shapes. Didn't you see?
Gemini: What on earth do you mean, throwing shapes? Throwing them where exactly?
Yogi: Err... well, in the garden I suppose, if you want to get technical.
Gemini: In the garden? Honestly Yogi! Well, I hope you cleared them up afterwards!
Yogi: No, you got it all wrong! It's me - look - my shapes! Wiggly, leapy, cool and daring shapes. Me and my shapes in the garden playing with the feather, see?
Gemini: Well, why didn't you just say that you were wiggling and leaping about then?
Yogi: Because... because... Oh Gemini, sometimes, you're just so... so... well, you're just so fifteen!
Gemini: Nearly fifteen.
Yogi: Oh yeah, sorry. Nearly fifteen.

Thursday 5th August - by Gemini
Hah! Oh my goodness, the folks really should have got a photo of that! The white-with-brown-splodges cat is a regular visitor to our garden and usually both his white bits and his splodgy bits are longhaired. Well not any more. To say he's had a haircut is something of an under-statement, the poor thing's been shorn like a sheep! Fair enough, he must have been a bit hot before but even so, this must be rather, well... embarrassing. He was subjected to a haircut last summer as I recall, but not this short. I tried not to stare, I really did. Unfortunately, Yogi hadn't seen anything like it before so he didn't even attempt not to stare, and did enough staring for both of us. Poor thing. I'm glad I'm shorthaired. It must be haircut season I think, as our Human of the Female Variety had hers cut today too. Now I'm no expert on haircuts (I know, surprising isn't it, seeing as I'm an expert on practically everything else), but I really couldn't tell you which looks the most ridiculous, our human or shorn-the-cat. I have more sympathy for the cat though, I mean, I'm guessing, but I doubt he got to choose his new look from a "100 most popular summer fur-styles for the cat-about-town" book, whereas our human probably did and therefore only has herself to blame. You know, it's at times like these I reallise how lucky I am that my fur was born perfect. Just like me.

Monday 2nd August 2010 - by Yogi
I really don't know how Tangle got on before she met me. She must have been sooooo bored! Gemini's her friend and everything but she doesn't do proper playing like I do. For a start, I can't imagine Gemini racing Tangle up the garden to see who can get through the cat-flap first like I do. And I can't imagine her playing sun-lounger-tag either (that's where one of us sits on top of it and one underneath, and then we have to lean our paws round it and try to biff each other). And I can't even imagine her having a game of catflap-boxing like me and Tangle do either, (even though you can do that sitting down). The thing is you can't play any of those games on your own, so Tangle must have been really bored. She says she wasn't though, because before that she was stuck in a rescue for months, and you don't get much more boring than that. Tangle reckons I must've been bored in my old home because I didn't have another cat to play with... or a cat-flap... or a garden... or a sun-lounger... or even any frogs come to that. Yeah... you know what, she's right! So now I don't know who's the luckiest, Tangle for meeting me or me for meeting Tangle and my frogs! Of course, Gemini's right about one thing, the luckiest ones of all are our folks for having us cats. I can't even imagine how bored they must have been before that!

Wednesday 21st July - by Tangle
I reckon everyone will be getting fed up hearing about Yogi's frogs. I certainly am. So I'm not going to mention them at all, (well, only to say that he brought six in yesterday, but that's all). Instead, I want to ask a question, which is; why do people seem to assume that all cats like eating fish? I certainly don't. Or, well, what I mean is I don't like eating real fish, you know actual fishy fish. Fish that's just made of fish. I mean, it's a bit boring isn't it, it's only got one ingredient! At least the stuff out of pouches is only partly fish with lots of other yummy stuff in to cover up the boring taste of fish. (Oh yeah, and also just to say that one of Yogi's frogs yesterday was under the folks bed, which they discovered at one o'clock in the morning, but that's my last word on frogs). Anyway, back to the fish, our folks gave us coley today. Cooked it specially they did, divided it up into three lots and stood there all pleased like it was some treat for us or something! Well, I know Gemini likes it, she's funny like that, but I never expected Yogi to like it. "It's just fish, you won't like it", I said, "That's old biddies food",I told him, only he wasn't listening 'cos he had his head in his bowl eating the stuff. D'you know I had to stand by my bowl (which was full of fish) looking disgusted for a good minute and a half before they realised their mistake and gave me proper cat food instead. So Gemini and Yogi had an extra half portion each, well all I can say to that is "Yuuuckkk!". Oh, no... Yogi, noooo... you can't put that there..! not in my bed..! no way! Oh look, now you've made me mention your blasted frogs again! Yogi... get back here this minute... I don't want your frog!

Sunday 18th July - by Gemini
It's a good job next-door-lady likes frogs, otherwise young Yogi would have found himself packed off to the cattery this weekend! He doesn't know this of course, so he's just carried on in his own sweet way, but I know because next-door-lady is my friend and because I heard 'the conversation'. The conversation in which the folks asked if she could feed us while they went off on one of their weekend jaunts (and she said yes, she could), and in which they also asked if she minded picking up frogs (and lucky for Yogi, she said no, she didn't). I guess that's not the usual sort of question people ask their neighbours, but the likelihood of Yogi not bringing any frogs at all in all weekend was... well, let's be honest here... slim to none! So this time, instead of the usual note, keys and supply of cat food, our incredibly accommodating neighbour was also armed with a waterproof, escape-proof, house-to-pond frog transportation unit (pat. pending), commonly known as a tupperware sandwich box. So did next-door-lady need to use it in the folks' absence? Well, what do you think? A phrase involving bears and woods spings to mind.

Tuesday 13th July - by the Doves from Above (who live in next door's tree).
Dove 1: 'Ere matey, what do you reckon to that funny little black cat then?
Dove 2: Well I reckon you're right matey. He's funny, and little, and black alright.
Dove 1: You're not wrong there matey. So, why d'you reckon he keeps on catching frogs then?
Dove 2: Dunno matey, maybe he's a bit soft in the head. Hard to tell with cats.
Dove 1: D'you want to know what I reckon, matey?
Dove 2: I would, yeah, what do you reckon then?
Dove 1: I reckon he only catches frogs because he can't catch us.
Dove 2: D'you reckon? Why would he want to catch us then matey?
Dove 1: I dunno, but he sits under our tree for hours starin' up at us, don't he?
Dove 2: True matey, very true. Maybe he's hoping we're going to fall off our branch one day.
Dove 1: Then he's seriously soft in the head. Completely barking. Not the full ticket. Seed-bowl short of a bird-table. Totally out of his tree....
Dove 2: Nah matey, that's us, that is. It's us that's out of our tree, see..?
Dove 1: Oh yeah, sorry matey, wasn't thinking.

Saturday 10th July - by Gemini
Does wisdom come with age, or was I just born naturally smart, I wonder? Yogi had better hope for his sake that it's the former. I don't recall being that daft at his age at any rate. I mean, here we are in the middle of the hottest heatwave we've had round here for four years, and there he is running around in the midday sun like the proverbial mad dog / Englishman (delete as applicable), chasing bees and catching frogs and then wondering why he feels so hot and bothered. 'You've got black fur', I reminded him, which absorbes the sun, I said, and makes you feel hotter, I told him, but he didn't seem to take any notice. 'Find yourself a nice bit of shade and just relax' I told him, but he reckoned that was boring and that he had far too many things to chase to go sitting around doing nothing. (Nothing? Since when has relaxing been 'doing nothing'?). I don't know where he gets all his energy from to be honest. No wonder he's so skinny. It's not natural you know, being that skinny. I gave up and left him to it in the end. Well, it's far too exhausting watching him boing-ing round the garden, even my eyes haven't got the energy to keep up with him! No, my wisdom tells me that in this sort of heat, a smart cat should put all their energy into locating the coolest, shadiest spot, preferably in close proximity to a freshly-filled water bowl, and crash out there until either (a) the sun goes down, (b) teatime, or (c) someone mention prawns. The words of a wise cat? I think so.

Tuesday 6th July - by Gemini and Yogi
Gemini: Oh Yogi, you didn't... please tell me you didn't!
Yogi: Errr... well, I could tell you I didn't if you like, only...
Gemini: Only you did, you got a bird didn't you? Tangle grassed you up I'm afraid. After all I said about leaving our birds alone, you didn't listen to a word I said, did you?
Yogi: I did! I did listen! Only I couldn't help it, it wasn't my fault, not really. I never meant to get it, I mean, I didn't plan to get one, I never thought 'Oh, I know, instead of getting a frog this time, I'll go and get a bird instead' or anything, I just... well, it was just there in the grass! Right in front of me, pecking at stuff, not in a tree or on the bird table or on the washing line like normal where you can't get 'em, this one was right there, on the ground, so I just had to, didn't I? I didn't really have a choice, did I... you see...?
Gemini: Hmmm, well, OK then, under the circumstances. I suppose I'd have done the same at your age. Still, I hope you at least made it worthwhile and ate it.
Yogi: Ate it? What, as in ate it... like food? I never knew you could eat birds! I thought they were just a game, you know, like frogs!
Gemini: That's the trouble with you youngsters, all you know is fast-food out of pouches and tins! Birds are proper food, organic and natural. So what did you do with it then?
Yogi: Well, I let it go in the kitchen and it flew off behind the fridge.
Gemini: Ah right, I wondered why the fridge was stuck out in the middle of the kitchen floor earlier. I suppose the folks had to move it to...
Yogi: ...rescue the bird, yeah, they did. Sorry Gemini. I'll just umm... stick to frogs then, shall I?
Gemini: Yes Yogi, that would be a very good idea. And seeing as it's summer, couldn't you just play with them outside? I'm fed up finding duckweed in the water bowls!

Friday 1st July - by Yogi
Our folks think they're so clever sometimes. They reckoned keeping us all indoors at night and locking up the catflap would mean I couldn't bring any frogs in to play with at night. Well I suppose that was quite clever, and it worked for a bit, but what they didn't figure on was me out-clevering them! The thing is we've all got used to roughly what time they want us to come indoors (roughly dressing-gowns-and-glass-of-wine time), and Gemini's taught me and Tangle to tell when the cat-flap's on 'In-Only', so our folks are dead easy to trick. All I have to do is make sure I bring a frog in before In-Only time and hide it somewhere a bit sneaky, so they don't find it before bedtime. Genius eh? I've managed it three times this week. The frogs are very good at hiding too, I mean they don't make a noise at all unless I poke 'em, so as long as I don't make a noise when I hide 'em we're home and dry (well, the frogs are more like 'home and wet', but you know what I mean). Frogs don't go far when they're hidden in the house, so when I'm ready to have a game of poke-the-frog at 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning, they're good to go aren't they? I must remember not to hide 'em in the folks bedroom though (last night's hiding place), I only got couple of decent pokes in before they woke up and 'rescued' him. I got much longer out of the one I hid in the Cat Chat office a few nights ago. Well, you have to have something to do in the middle of the night, don't you, I mean, you can't sleep all night can you, how boring is that?

Tuesday 22nd June - by Yogi
Hey, that wasn't fair! He started it, not me! I was over in next door's garden doing my bit, (a bit of sniffing, a bit of mooching around and a bit of checking-things-out, which one of us has to do, 'cos next door hasn't got a cat). Well, I'd just got to sniffing, mooching round and checking out the bit between their trellis thingy and the Pigeon Tree and there he was - the calico cat from up the road - sat in the borders just staring at me. Now I know not to mess with him, Gemini told me so (she says she's the only one qualified to mess with him), so I wasn't going to mess with him, I had no intention at all of messing with him in fact. I like playing, and running round, and catching frogs and stuff, I'm not into any argy-bargy. Trouble is, he doesn't know that, so he starts yowling at me and showing his teeth (his breath was really stinky too), so without even thinking I started yowling back, (I surprised myself there, I've never yowled before). Anyway, then the unfair bit happened. But what I want to know is, how do humans know when the yowling's going to stop and the argy-bargy's going to start, because I certainly didn't. They must have known though, I mean, why else would they turn the hosepipe on and drench us both? See, that was unfair, wasn't it? I never even had a fair trial. And I didn't need a shower. If I'd wanted to get wet I'd get in the pond with our frogs. But Gemini said I had a lucky escape. She said the calico cat would've eaten me for breakfast. Then she said that's probably why his breath is so stinky, because he eats little boy-cats for breakfast. So... another thing I want to know is... how can I tell if Gemini's joking or not?

Sunday 20th June - by Tangle
I got it! I got the first proper moth of the summer! I've had a few little moths already of course, but they were just for eating. Tonight's moth was the first one worth catching and taking home for our Human of the Female Variety. You should have seen her move too! The thing is (and I know this makes no sense at all), she's scared of 'em! It might not make sense, but it does make for some great entertainment. I timed it just right too, she was in the kitchen just as I brought it in and let it go off for a fly around. Our Human of the Male Variety had to come and catch it and let it out, but not before she'd done flapping, squealing and running out of the room. Such fun! I'm sure she should have been on the stage. Gemini told me about the moth-game last year (I think so that I'd do the moth-catching, because she can't be bothered these days). It works just as well with butterflies, so I'll see if I can get one of those this week. Oh! I just had a thought - Yogi won't know about the moth-game yet. I've got to tell him, if he's only half as good at catching moths as he is frogs, we could really have some fun. I mean, what if... what if we both caught one at the same time... and what if one of us let our moth go in front of her and the other one behind... "Oi, Yogi! Yogi, come here... d'you want to hear about this great new game..?"

Friday 18th June - by Gemini and Tangle
Gemini: I must say Tangle, I'm very impressed with your bravery lately. First you let the cattery people fuss you, and today you didn't hide away from Man-in-a-Boiler-Suit.
Tangle: Of course I didn't, silly, he was the same Man-in-a-Boiler-Suit who was here yesterday, wasn't he?
Gemini: Well yes... but... oh I get it, it's a day-two thing! You hide from strangers on day one, then if nothing bad happens you get your Brave Head on on day two, is that it?
Tangle: Sort of... yeah, something like that. Only there was the clankety-clank thing too though.
Gemini: The clankety-clank thing?
Tangle: Yeah, you know, yesterday he was making the pipes in the cupboard go clankety-clank all the time, and today he didn't.
Gemini: Listen Tangle, I'm no engineer but I don't think he was making them go clankety-clank, I think it's more likely he was trying to stop them going clankety-clank. And judging by today, I think he may have succeeded. Anyway, they've been going clankety-clank for weeks now, how come you didn't hide before?
Tangle: Well we didn't have a Man-in-a-Boiler-Suit before, did we?
Gemini: Hmmm, no I suppose not.
(Gemini and Tangle sit in silence outside the airing cupboard. The pipes sit in silence inside the airing cupboard.)
Tangle: Listen, Gemini... this may sound silly, but I'm starting to miss that clankety-clank sound now it's gone.
Gemini: Yes, I do know what you mean. We might just have to go back to listening to Radio 2 instead.

Wednedsay 16th June - by Tangle
No listen, I never told him to do that either! I never told Yogi to bring frogs indoors, and I certainly never told him to bring stuff like that in! He thought he was being so good today not bringing any frogs in, but what did we get instead? What we got was a foot-long, filthy, smelly old bit of rubber pipe and a strange, square, pink sponge thing. Both things were covered in dirt too. Just what the folks wanted dumped on the floor of the Cat Chat office, I'm sure. Thankfully me and Gemini have better things to do. Clever, useful, even sophisticated things in fact. She's been giving me private lessons, she has. At the moment she's teaching me how to take treats straight from the folks fingers. She's great at it, never misses, not even once, but then she's had years of practise. I watch her take her treat, all gentle and ladylike, then I try to copy how she does it. It's not easy, but I'm getting there, I can get about one-in-three anyway. I'll have to get better though, 'cos when I miss one Gemini's straight in there in a flash hoovering it up, (I think she's had years of practise doing that too). Still, I know one thing, I'll learn to get three-out-of-three treats long before Yogi learns to be sophisticated. Well, you can't be sophisticated with your mouth full of frogs, rubber pipe and sponge things, can you?

Friday 11th June - by Yogi
What an exciting day! I brought three frogs in this morning (really good, jumpy ones too, not boring ones), and then this afternoon I was in the middle of a full-scale rescue operation! It started when I was up on the kitchen roof. Well I was miaowing to let everyone know where I was, and becuase I felt like it, and then our human of the female variety openend the bathroom window (which is right above the kitchen roof) to say hello. I think she wanted me to jump up there and go indoors really, only I hadn't finished being on the roof yet. Then our human of the male variety put the decorating ladder up the outside wall and stood on it to say hello, although I think he wanted me to go down the ladder with him really. That might've been fun I suppose only I still had more being on the kitchen roof to do. Then - you'll never guess - a plank of wood starts coming out of the bathroom window, until one end lands on the roof! (now that's something you don't see every day). Anyway, next thing I know Tangle's up in the window, miaowing at me to climb up the plank (Up the plank? Why would I want to do that?). So then our human of the male variety got the proper big-boys ladder out... and he was coming up onto the roof... and then I realised... they were trying to rescue me! (uh-oh). That was when I reckoned I'd done enough being up there so I legged it across onto next door's kitchen roof, dropped down onto their outside-table-thing (the same way I'd got up there), down onto their decking, and then scarpered across their grass, up over the fence back into our garden, straight up the path and through the catflap before I got into even more trouble. (I didn't get into trouble with the folks as it happens, but Tangle didn't half tell me off!)

Tuesday afternoon, 8th June, by Gemini, Tangle & Yogi (sort of)
Tangle: Oh, we're back here after all then! Gemini, you were right!
Gemini: Of course I was right. I've been to the cattery enough times over the years to know that. I told you the folks wouldn't leave us there!
Tangle: Yeah you did. Only Yogi thought they were going to though, didn't he? Oi Yogi... you thought they were going to leave us there, didn't you?
Yogi: Nah, well... no, not really... maybe... just a bit. Look, I can't hang around here now we're back home, I've got frogs to catch... byeee!
Gemini: Look at him. Honestly. All he thinks about is frogs. We've only been back a couple of hours and he's brought two frogs in already. I'm glad I was sharing with you and not Yogi, I tell you, that boy would have driven me up the wall.
Tangle: Aww, thanks Gemini! So... when you've been in the cattery before, did you share with the other cats who were here back then, you know, Pickford and the Colonel..?
Gemini: Oh no! Most certainly not! I haven't shared a pen since... well, since George. Anyway Tangle, what I want to know is... what got into you in there? The cattery people couldn't believe it, the folks couldn't believe it either, and I certainly couldn't believe it. I mean, where was the 'Here-comes-a-stranger, I'm-going-to-hide' Tangle that we all know and love? I don't recall ever seeing the 'Here-comes-a-stranger, I'm-going-to-let-them-pick-me-up-and-fuss-me' Tangle before! Where did Brave Tangle come from all of a sudden?
Tangle: Yeah well, you know, they were alright, weren't they, them cattery people? They talked to us all nice and stuff didn't they? And they knew our names, and fed us didn't they? And...
Gemini: And they didn't have a desk or a sofa to hide behind either, did they?
Tangle: Yeah well, there was that too...