Sunday 30 June ~ by George
The folks came back today with bizarre tales of their weekend experiences. Our tales were far more bizarre and loads more exciting, but I decided to keep quiet in case I got into trouble! Surely the strangest claim was that they saw Rolf Harris. Now excuse me if I'm being a bit dense here, but he's on the telly, he's not real! I mean those little people that run around inside the telly can't be any more than ten or twelve inches high at the most, they're not proper people! They'll be telling us they had tea with the fairies next. We had to humour them of course, it doesn't do to upset family now, does it? But that said, I'll have to keep a close eye on them in case they are even more out of touch with reality than me, then I really will worry. Rolf Harris indeed!
Saturday 29 June ~ by Gemini
This space-ship feeder thing that dispenses food in the absence of our folks is all very well, but the problem today was that George forgot the rules! You have to have rules when you've been left in charge, and one of our rules says that we share all the food in each bit of the feeder equally. Either George's definition of 'equally' is far different from mine, or he forgot, which is most likely. By my reckoning the next compartment was due to be accessible around 1.30 this afternoon, so I'd worked up an appetite walking three times round next door's tree, and was looking forward to my dinner (as always), but what did I find but a very shady looking George washing himself and no dinner! Honestly, he has no shame that boy. I had no option but to report to next-door lady, and alert her to my plight. Thankfully she is not only a very reliable food dispenser, but I always get a good fussing into the bargain!
Friday 28 June ~ by George
We saw the folks off today, as they went on their trip to that place. We've decided we won't mention the name, as it's so embarassing to think of them, at their age, going there. So anyway, here we are in charge of everything. We're good at being in charge, particularly when we know if we need any help, next-door lady is only a wail away. But who needs next door lady when it's sunny all day like today, and there's food in our space-ship feeder for later. Not me, that's for sure, I'm General George now, and quite capable of taking charge of the whole Universe if necessary. On second thoughts, seeing as it was so sunny today, I decided to just be in charge of the garden, the pond and the kitchen, and let the Universe look after itself.
Thursday 27 June ~ by Gemini
What absolute fun we had this afternoon! In fact I've never seen quite such a fun thing being constructed before, let alone in our garden! The folks have borrowed a tent for this weekends activities (their activities, not ours thankfully, don't ask), and today was the practice run putting it up. It was fairly exciting even when it was still flat on the grass, (well worth nosing my way under for a little look around), but when it started to take shape, that was fantastic. So many nooks and crannies and strings and flaps, it was a tailor made cat playhouse as far as me and George were concerned. So amusing listening to the folks too: "not that end, this end!", "that's the wrong way up!", "where's those instructions again?", "we must be a pole short!" Yep, they're both several poles short of a campsite if you ask me!
Wednesday 26 June ~ by George
What goes up must come down, they say. This also holds true for what goes in, must come out, if you get my drift. In my case it was a sparrow that went in this morning, innards and all, so you can pretty much guess what came out this afternoon! What do you mean which end? Oh yuck, even I hadn't thought of that. On a nicer note, I've found a smashing new nesting place in our garden, just the right size for a George. The folks cleared some of the weed border at the weekend and planted some proper plants (whatever next?), which has made a nice space in front with a nice flat dirt bit with straw on top, so it gets warm in the sun and is superb for dozing in. So I do, and today I did, for several hours. Yaaaawn!
Tuesday 25 June ~ by Gemini
So, George thinks he's daring and dangerous does he? Well he wasn't the one who attacked the plastic bag in the garden today, and completely disarmed it, was he? No he wasn't, that was me. It was twice my size too, but was I afraid? No I wasn't. George, however went pelting up the lawn and through the cat flap to safety every time it flapped in the wind. What a total lightweight! It's a good job I'm there to protect him. I cornered it by the cherry tree and wrestled it to the ground, before finally grabbing it between all four paws (and the four sets of claws that accompany them) and pummelling it until it gave in to my supremacy. I'd already filled it full of holes when one of the folks came out and announced that they were just about to use that bag, and why was it now full of holes? Well honestly, they could have told me that earlier!
Monday 24 June ~ by George
Agent George, double-O one-and-a-half eh? Thanks Gemini, I like the sound of that. I decided to live up to my daring and dangerous reputation today, by going on a solo expedition into the uncharted territory of next doors decking. I'd heard tales of mysterious, magical creatures living under there, and other tales about hedgehogs. Agent George decided to investigate. I didn't find the monsters this time, but I did get a gloriously mucky snout, as you can see from the photo. It makes me look so daring and dangerous, don't you think?
Sunday 23 June ~ by Gemini
I've just read about George's 'Top Secret' mission yesterday, who's he trying to kid? He's probably only saying it's secret because it wasn't exciting enough to write about, that's what I reckon. I think I'll start calling him Special Agent George, double-O one-and-a-half! My mission today however was very exciting indeed, and I'm certainly not going to keep it a secret. I caught a vole. There, are you impressed? I knew where they were, I'd been tracking their little routes for days, so all it took was a little patience, and then a good quick pounce! I took it home to play with on the patio, but unfortunately I took my eye off it for a minute and one of the folks 'rescued' it. Bah!
Saturday 22 June ~ by George
I'm afraid I can't say too much about what I got up to today, it's Top Secret. I went on a secret mission with Sooty Cat, and we've been sworn to secrecy, because it's very very secret indeed. So secret in fact, that even we didn't know what our mission was until we got there. Got where? Oh, I can't tell you that, that's secret too. All I can say is that it took us all day, and we were out until well past tea-time. Missions like ours are only ever assigned to the Biggest Bravest Toughest Streetwise cats, and luckily I'm all those things (except if it's raining). Gemini didn't want to come on our secret mission, she doesn't like going anywhere that might mean missing lunch. I don't mind that though, if I get hungry I'll just find some fast-food instead like a mouse take-away, (and food doesn't come much faster, I can tell you!)
Friday 21 June ~ by Gemini
What a nice surprise we had this morning, some new food. I thought we'd tried everything, but this was definitely different. Very fishy indeed, with big chunky bits in and a bit of fishy sauce to top it off, scrummy indeed! One of the folks said it smelled good enough for them to eat too, but I'm afraid I got carried away and ate it all. I did feel a tiny bit guilty afterwards not having saved them any, I mean they generally give us some of theirs if we ask nicely (or sit with our noses half an inch away from their plate and look pathetic). I consoled myself by remembering that they are the ones with the tin opener, and if they really wanted some all they'd have to do is open another tin. The day cats learn how to open tins is the day people truly become redundant. Well apart from their laps, we'll always need those.
Thursday 20 June ~ by George
I love Gemini when she's in a playful mood. She reverts back to kittenhood, and goes almost as bonkers as me. I knew she was in one of these moods today when she leapt out on me from behind the hall curtain, Blam! Took me completely by surprise, round one to Gemini. I got her back by chasing her into the living room, up onto the back of the sofa and down behind it, out between the sofa and the chair, under the coffe table, and finally cornering her behind the telly, Wham! Second round to me. Not to be outdone, she chased me up the 'Coats & Panda' run (long story), and it's ages since we've done that. I managed to get over the panda and back down the stairs without getting caught, but she was hot on my heels. I jumped onto the coffee table, skidded the whole length of it and did a flying leap onto the window sill. That's when the ornaments went flying, but don't tell the folks. I can look really innocent when I need to, ("Ornaments? What ornaments? Not me Guv'nor, I was nowhere near 'em!")
Wednesday 19 June ~ by Gemini
One of the folks had a pond clearing session today, so naturally I volunteered to help. Well they couldn't do it all by themselves now, could they? For a start, every piece of weed and each leaf has to be fully inspected, and that takes an experienced nose (and one that's small enough to poke into piles of weed). Humans are quite good at spotting obvious things like frogs and large snails, but it takes feline skill to nose out the rest. I also have to watch out for people falling in the pond. There's not a lot I could do about it if they did, but I have to watch out for it all the same. George has fallen in twice to my knowledge, which I found very amusing, although he wouldn't agree. He looked like one of those cartoon characters that accidentally go over the edge of the cliff, and then hang there for a few seconds with their legs running in mid-air. Then he realised there was no ground underneath and Splooosh!
Tuesday 18 June ~ by George
I've always said that rain and wind are my two least favourite weathers, but today I decided there's one that I like even less than those, and that's thunder! I don't like it one tiny bit, it shouldn't be allowed, it's noisy and unpredictable and it scares me silly. There was a huge thunderstorm this morning, with lightning and everything. But it was the thunder that took me by surprise, when it banged an almighty bang just as I was looking out through the catflap. It shook the whole house, honestly! I went skidding across the kitchen floor, and just managed to scrabble into the living room and up onto Gemini's chair before it did it again. She's so cool about it though, hardly turns a whisker. Calm down she says, it's outside. She says the only time to worry about thunder is if it decides to come indoors, and she reckons there's more chance of her going off her food than that happening. Ah, that's alright then.
Monday 17 June ~ by Gemini
Somebody must have turned the thermostat up on the sun today, phew! I like being warm but this was a little too much even for me, so I spent most of the day going from 'floppy place' to 'floppy place' if you know what I mean. I flopped out under the bench, under the bushes by the pond, in the shade of the compost bin and in the shade of next door's tree. I even flopped on the dirty, mossy, forgotten bit of path at the bottom of the garden (one of George's best 'rolling in the muck' places) but I was still too hot. In the end I retreated indoors and found the coolest place was on the stairs, third one from the top. It seems strange going indoors to get cool, when that's exactly what I do in the winter to get warm!
Sunday 16 June ~ by George
At the risk of getting another swipe from Gemini, may I say it's nice to see an 'action' shot of her, instead of the usual 'inaction' ones! I'm the original action-man I am, no time to waste I reckon. I'm always off here and there, doing this and that, and if there's no 'this' or 'that' to be done, I'll jolly well invent something. I was interrupted in the middle of doing some 'this and that' today by an offer of cream! That's something that doesn't happen very often, and it is one of my favourite treats, so my busy schedule just had to wait. Our folks really don't understand the pure delight of cream, they spoil it by putting fruit under it, can you believe that? What a waste! Anyhow, I managed to get some round my chin and on the tip of my nose, so when it came to having a wash I got a second helping!
Saturday 15 June ~ by Gemini
George had his frogspawn diary told in pictures a while back, so I thought it was my turn to get a photo on. Particularly as it shows me with my favourite plaything, the springy mouse. As you can see I've managed to unhook it so it's not very springy right now, but boy did I give it what for! I followed on the theme of 'mouse' related activities later, with a game of 'swat the curser' on the Cat Chat computer. I do that more for the folks' benefit you understand, they think it's hilarious. They join in naturally, and make it whiz round the screen for me, sometimes I think they enjoy that game more than I do!
Friday 14 June ~ by George
The seagulls are after me! The seagulls are after me! They seemed to be doing far too much swooping in low over the garden today for my liking, and when they get up close, they're huge! I don't mind when they sit up on the rooftops where they belong, but it makes me feel decidedly uneasey when they zoom in low as though they're going to use our garden as a landing strip. Twice today they sent me charging back up the garden and in through the catflap to safety. I can hardly maintain my 'Big Bad George' image if they keep making me do that, now can I? I did feel a little bigger and badder by this evening though, I caught two moths and ate them. Giant mutant man-eating moths they were too, the sort that terrorise whole neighbourhoods, but not now, thanks to me we can all sleep safe in our beds. What a hero I am!
Thursday 13 June ~ by Gemini
I have to admit I was a bit short with George yesterday, sorry matey. To make up for it, I invited him up onto the folks bed this morning to do a spot of purring and pummelling with me. This is my preferred method of getting the folks up in the morning, particularly if our breakfast is a bit late. We're very good at co-ordinating our purr-and-pummel routine too, so that we purr at roughly the same volume, and pummel side by side. The most efficient way of waking a human in this way is to pummel directly on their tummy, and when we do it together, it's pure poetry! I taught George all he knows in this respect, and I'm proud of him. We practice on cushions of course, but a human tummy is the one that gets results. Results like breakfast, or a good fussing, or even one of those cheesy snack things. Hmm, my tummy's rumbling as I write this. I think I'll go for another pummel and see what I can get!
Wednesday 12 June ~ by George
Gemini's going through one of her 'phases' at the moment. She has these from time to time, so I'm sort of used to it. It's mostly a 'lets give George a swipe round the head' kind of phase, but it never lasts too long. I'm a fool to myself really, because it only happens when I get too close into her personal space, so I should know better. I like to curl up with Gemini though, and most times she likes me to curl up with her too, but sometimes, like today, I sidle up gently and give her head a little bit of a wash, and suddenly out comes her paw, and Swipe! That's definitely my cue to find a different chair entirely, so today I decided to break my general rule about sitting on laps (I don't do laps). The folks are so surprised when I sit on one of their laps that they daren't move for anything. I get plenty of 'sympathy fussing' too, when Gemini's swiped me, so her 'phases' do have their benefits!
Tuesday 11 June ~ by Gemini
We had a nice bit of smell-mail today. I often hava a sniff at the post when it comes, and smell-mail is when there's a letter from somewhere with cats. Today's letter had the smell of two different cats on, one male and one female if I'm not mistaken. I bet the postman doesn't have a clue he's delivering moggy-messages! The only smell-mail I don't like is when there's something from the vets, I can smell those a mile off, and I usually have to steer George clear of it in case he goes into vet-fret mode. Another nice smell reached my nose around lunchtime, and I was not to be disappointed either. Tinned salmon it was, and the folks had saved the juice and a nice few chunks for me and George. Mmmm, lovely. Unfortunately George has decided to start growling at his food again. It's from a tin George, it's already dead!
Monday 10 June ~ by George
Today I had a fantastic moment of discovery. I was in the office helping out (nothing too taxing, just sitting in the cabinet drawer supervising), when I spotted my parallel cat, (the one through the mirror in the parallel office). There's a chair positioned just right so I can go face to face with him, so I jumped up to say hello, like you do. Then a question occurred to me that I'd never thought of before. Do parallel cats make parallel noises? Do they wail parallel wails? Only one way to find out. I gave him one of my best loud wails, and, blow me if he didn't wail back at exactly the same time! Cool huh? I should have known he would, I mean he is a George after all. He might only be a parallel George, but a George all the same. If I was a professor, I'd write a paper about it, and get letters after my name. In fact if I was a professor, my full title would be: 'Professor Big Bad Tough Streetwise Misunderstood George Mucky Cat', impressive eh?
Sunday 9 June ~ by Gemini
One of our folks ('her') had another session of limb-pointing today. This is where she stand on one leg trying not to fall over, or points her arms out at unnatural angles, that sort of thing. I've decided to call it limb-pointing to be kind. If I was honest I'd just call it practising to look like a twit, but I'm too nice for that. The only time I ever point my limbs around like that is for completely practical reasons, like when I need to wash back there. There's no sign at all of her doing that, and she probably couldn't reach anyway, so I'll just have to file it in my databank of 'stupid things humans do' and leave it at that. I did get in the way wonderfully at one point, weaving myself round the only leg that was in contact with the ground (good job the sofa was in the way). The only other highlight of the day was getting to lick the gravy dish!
Saturday 8 June ~ by George
Our folks went to visit the people who live opposite today, yes the ones with the dog! I still haven't really worked out what dogs are for, I mean I don't think they do useful things like us cats. But maybe I'm wrong, perhaps they have hidden talents. We watched them from the upstairs window, and not only did they stroke the dog, but they gave it a right good fussing too. There it was, rolling on it's back, all soppy and appealing, huh it was a disgrace! I don't mean the dog, you expect such behaviour from them, no I mean our folks! Haven't they got two perfectly good cats at home (yes, us!) who deserve all their fussing? Gemini went off in a huff, said she couldn't watch any more. I think I'll be a little more philosophical about it. I don't know what that means exactly, but Marmaduke cat up the road said that being philosophical was the best thing to do under these circumstances, and he's usually right.
Friday 7 June ~ by Gemini
We had a visit from an old friend today, Man in Socks came to see us. I'd better explain for the benefit of any new readers that Man in Socks is so called because he always takes his shoes off when he comes indoors, and always has the most interesting socks out of anyone we know. His socks also have the most interesting 'various cats' smells on them. He loves me and George, which is just as well, as there has been the odd occasion when I've got carried away and dug my claws into his socks, (it's just that I sometimes forget that people keep their feet inside them!). I decided to be the perfect host this time though, so I sat on the arm of his chair to keep him company, and allowed him the privilege of stroking me. This paid off handsomely, when he gave me some of the cheese from his cheese on toast, Yum!
Thursday 6 June ~ by George
I tried playing my newly created game of grass-bags again today, seeing as the folks had left one of the bags out in the garden, but it just isn't the same when the grass is all soggy! I jumped into the middle and instead of a nice soft landing in a mattresss of cut grass, I just went squelch into a wet mush of green goo. Not good. I ended up covered in the stuff, all mushy, green and very soggy. Gemini made all the usual 'soggy moggy' remarks of course. Still, I did manage to make some nice trails across the kitchen floor with all the bits, so it wasn't a complete disaster. I actually think the foor would look much better if the folks made it into a lawn, then I could roll in the grass in all weathers! Hey, that's not a bad idea, could be the next big thing. Indoor lawns. Where's that Titchmarsh bloke when you need him?
Wednesday 5 June ~ by Gemini
There's only really one accurate word to describe today. Wet. It started off wet, then carried on being wet in the middle, and by the end of the afternoon it was still wet. It was one of those days I wouldn't mind being a fish, I mean you wouldn't really notice the difference, would you? George was doing his usual trick of going out in the rain, running round for a bit then belting back through the catflap wailing and dripping everywhere. He knows full well the folks will get his 'Big Towel' out and rub him down, and for some bizarre reason he seems to love that. I find being wrapped in a towel somewhat undignified, so I don't go in for such antics. My activities today consisted of lots of long naps, a couple of little trips out to answer the call of nature and lots of trips to the food bowls to answer the call of my stomach!
Tuesday 4 June ~ by George
It's been a long time since I invented a new game, so imagine how pleased I was today with my brand new, thrilling and messy game of grass-bags. It happened when the folks (finally) got round to mowing the grass, and as they hadn't done it for ages, there was tons of the stuff. They bundled it all up into bags, which is where I came in. To be precise, the open tops of the bags is where I came in. Well, dropped in to be even more accurate, from the top of the fence. It felt a bit strange the first time, landing in the middle of a ton of grass cuttings. I sank down in it up to my belly at first, but then I realised I could burrow down deeper into it, like a rabbit. That's the first part of the game. The second part is when I tip the whole bag over onto the path, and all the grass spills out with me in it. Hey Presto, out I come! Big Bad George, Prince of the Grass Cuttings emerges triumphant!
Monday 3 June ~ by Gemini
There's something very unusual happening in our road at the moment, and it has something to do with flags. Over the last couple of days, people have been putting flags up all over the place, some red and white, and some red, blue and white. There are some up in windows, some wrapped over the fronts of the houses and up near Marmaduke's place, there's one on a big pole. I know it's not christmas, and the only thing of any importance on the horizon is my birthday! That can't be it, surely? What confused me even more was the huge load of fireworks that went off last night. Have they moved fireworks night perhaps? I tried to get George to help me work it out, but he said he had better things to do, and went back to counting the ants round their nest by the pond. This was one of those rare occasions when George made sense, so I helped him count the ants instead. One hundred and seven, one hundred and eight...
Sunday 2 June ~ by George
Gemini's right about what she wrote yesterday, but just be careful who's around when you do it. Sometimes when I lay on my back in the sun, I close my eyes and dream of coley fish, and along comes Gemini and pounces on me! Anyway, back to today. I had a very 'up and down' day actually. I don't mean up and down as in some good bits and some bad bits, I mean 'up and down' as in leaping up the fence, and leaping down the other side, then leaping up the other side, and leaping back into the garden again, then leaping up... Oh, you get the picture. It was just that there were interesting things going on on both sides of it (mice on one side and prawns on the other) so I sort of wanted to be on both sides at once (a bit like closed doors). I haven't worked out how to achieve that yet without lots of leaping. I'm smart, but not that smart!
Saturday 1 June ~ by Gemini
Oh, this is the life. No I mean really. This is the life. I realised quite how good it all is today, whilst I was lazing in the long grass, with the sun on my belly (I was laying on my back with my legs in the air at the time), listening to the bees buzzing round the weed border. My bees, sorry our bees (mine and George's), and our grass and our personal bit of sunshine, it all made me feel glad to be alive. When you think about it, it's quite amazing to get your own personal bit of sunshine. I mean, everyone gets their own little bit, and no-one else in the world can get that particular bit, see what I mean? If I'm not making sense, next time the sun's shining, go out into your garden (or the nearest park or field), and lay on your back with your legs in the air, and you'll see just what I mean. There'd be no trouble in the world if everyone did that.
Friday 31 May ~ by George
My frogs were on fine form today, with loads of them out on the bank waiting for me to go and play 'Plop Goes the Frog' with them. Well I couldn't disappoint them now, could I? They seem to like coming out to play much more when the sun's shining, and today I swear there must have been a hundred of them at least. Either that, or some of them were getting back out onto the bank after I've 'plopped' them in the water, so they could have another go, in which case I might have counted them twice. When I got bored with that, I went and had a lovely long roll in the muck. That's always best when the sun's shining too, warm dirt is much more satisfying than cold dirt. Looks better on my fur too. It makes me look like the Big Bad Tough Streetwise George that I am. Cooler than cool in fact. Anyone seen my shades?
Thursday 30 May ~ by Gemini
You've no doubt heard the expression 'look before you leap', well today I learned the wisdom of those words, the hard way. I'm so used to just jumping up onto the kitchen worktops whenever I feel like it, that I do it on auto-pilot without engaging my brain first. If I'd looked before I leapt I would have seen the towel laying on the worktop, but as it happened I didn't. My front paws landed on the towel which then went sliding backwards taking me with it. Down I came, bum-first, scrabbling madly all the way, to land in a very undignified heap on the floor (luckily George didn't see). I don't know why I'm admitting to this really, but it does go to prove that no-one's perfect, not even me. I do come close though.
Wednesday 29 May ~ by George
We had a bit of a laugh at the folks expense today. They decided to mow the front lawn (at long last), which sort of extends partly under our big tree, so every time they do that bit the tree attacks them. It's not a Whomping Willow or anything, but it is one of these 'christmas' type trees with sharp needles. It's usually quite amusing just watching them trying to get under the tree without getting pincushioned by it, but today was even funnier. They decided to clear up some of the piles of needles that collect underneath, and accidentally found our secret outdoor litter tray! Yup, those piles of needles make a great outside loo, and being under the tree it's sort of private, and sheltered from the rain. Judging by their reaction, I don't think they were awfully impressed. It's only poo, what's the problem?!
Tuesday 28 May ~ by Gemini
I've just read George's diary from yesterday, and just had to laugh at his description of himself as being an 'outdoor type', HA! Outdoor types aren't put off by the slightest bit of wind ("I can't go out there, it's blowing a hurricane!"). Outdoor types aren't put off by a light shower ("I'd better stay in, there's a monsoon going on, I'd drown!"). If George is an outdoor type then I'm a monkey's uncle. He's right about me being a material girl though, but what's wrong with appreciating your home comforts? I'm just very grateful that I was lucky enough to be rescued by folks who recognise the cat's commandments: (1) Cats shall be allowed to sleep where they please. (2) Cats should be fed as often and as much as requested, and (3) Cats should always be fussed on demand. Aah yes, well trained humans indeed!
Monday 27 May ~ by George
It's funny isn't it how when you go away from home, you miss certain things, and someone else can miss different things entirely. Take me and Gemini for instance, I decided today that what I'd missed most about not being here was the pond, the frogs and all the grass and bushes in the garden. Oh, and next door's tree. Gemini however, decided she'd missed the folk's bed, the top of the cooker hood, the chair by the window and the office windowsill. As a result, I spent most of today going bonkers in the long grass (no they haven't bothered mowing it yet thankfully) and 'plopping' frogs in the pond, while Gemini napped here, then napped there, and then napped some more, in all the afore mentioned places. I suppose I'm an outdoor type and she's a 'material girl'. I'm only an outdoor type when it's not raining though.
Sunday 26 May ~ by Gemini and George
Here we are again then, Home Sweet Home. 'Going Large' is great fun and all that, but we have to admit it's good to be back on our own patch. We hardly recognised the garden though, it's like a rainforest out there! The grass is taller than either of us, there's so many new lily leaves on the pond we can't see the fish, and giant mutant weeds have sprung up between the patio paving slabs! It's fantastic fun, and will be until the folks mow it all down again (and we know they will). We're going to be busy on boundary patrol for a bit, our first smell-check round the garden revealed that two uninvited feline visitors have been frequenting our place in our absence. Well, not for much longer, we're back in charge now, so whoever's been sneaking in our grass better watch out, G & G's about!
Wednesday 1 May - Saturday 25 May
Apologies to all those G & G diary addicts out there (we know who you are!) but unless we can persuade the cattery to let us use their computer, we won't be able to do a diary between the above dates. We'll keep notes though, so expect a full report when we get back to Cat Chat Towers. We're off to pack now, so lets see... scratching post, catnip toy, jingly ball, 'wiggly waggler' toy, bag of treats, some 'special' food, favourite blanket, passports, er, that's about it! We'll be back!
