Confessions Of The Mad Cat 2

Confessions of a Mad Cat

Fortnight 2

Saturday

PANIC: I think that my purr box thing may run out? Does it ever run out?

It is my 3^rd week here and it seems to be a brilliant place. Loads of food, and sleep. I am so happy I am purring all the time… will I go mute from overuse?

I have found my favourite sleep spot anyway – on the play centre hammock, looking over the green thing outside. I haven’t managed to find the way to this place yet but big fluffy cat is there a lot.. I will keep looking.

Wednesday

You’ll never guess what happened today….. There was a shiny thing on the floor and when I looked in it there was another cat that was looking at me…. Like in the fire the other day. Every time I tried to look big and scary – he did the same back to me… I don’t understand, when I went to the other side he had run away…. HA! I must have frightened him off!

Friday

The last few days have been easy going. I have found a new pass time that doesn’t make me tired. I sit on the floor in front of this big box, I think it’s called a TV. There are some cool pictures on. I can watch it for hours. I have to move every now and then coz my head gets sore from looking up.

Ah, sit on the unit… I don’t get a sore neck then. My favourite thing on the TV is a green screen with red, yellow and other colour balls on it going into holes. I love it. I keep trying to hit the balls into the holes but they never move. When the man hits them I have to run away as they are going straight for my head…. And sometimes they go into the holes….

Wednesday

I have got bored of the green TV program now and I have learnt to climb the washing maiden. I love climbing up it especially when it is full… I can scatter stuff everywhere, but mum and dad squirt me with the water pistol and I get off then.

Oh I forgot to say- yesterday I got stuck behind the washing machine…. It was all dark and was quite worried… all because I was trying to get my ball out… next time it can stay there….

Friday

Today I went for a ride in the big noisy car thing to a place that smells BAD. This mean man put two needles in me and a long thin thing up my bum…. Surely this is not meant to happen to a dude like me? I don’t want to come back here again in a while…. So the moral of the story is that going in the car thing must mean bad news!

Month end summary

A trip in the car can only mean bad news

TV is bad for the neck and nerves

Mirrors are scardy cats!

Never try get your balls from behind the washing machine

Confessions of a Mad Cat