My productive day so far

Sat by back door to repel the nasty Herring Gulls.

They are a terrible nuisance for THEM.

They deliberately soil the clean washing on the line.

They deliberately soil the car.

They dive bomb passers by.

I AM NOT AFRAID OF THEM.

Sat by wall to watch the nasty pigeons.

They eat lettuce seedlings.

They pick bits of string from the sweet pea wigwam.

They deliberately soil the water butt when looking for seed.

I AM NOT AFRAID OF THEM

Wanted to sit in the greenhouse

and watch the world go by after my hectic morning.

BUT HE WAS THERE.

Doing what cats do

They are blaming me . Give a cat a bad name and all that. I remember last year I got blamed too. SHE is very upset as SHE watches the Collared Dove not flying round the garden. Its moving around the undergrowth and then coming out to peck up the Bird Seed when I am sleeping somewhere. She is upset because it seems to be injured, and SHE thinks it could be me wot dun it  .Yes !it has some feathers missing, and a broken wing.  Yes it cant fly and yes! yes! yes! SHE is upset.  I heard HER telling HIM she ought to put it in the derelict Pub garden next door.  HE said 'a cat will just get it'.  SHE cant face putting it out of its misery,after all that's interfering with nature. 

But SHE keeps throwing bits of bird seed into quiet places for it.I keep looking at those Herring Gulls and hoping to divert HER thoughts.  After all, they are vicious brutes and do real damage here. They dive bomb passers by, they nest on roofs very near here and deliberately spray the washing with limewash, they walk over cars and scratch them, and snatch food from people , and rip open rubbish bags scattering nappies, and Export cans around the street.

So I am hoping that SHE will concentrate on blaming the Gulls.  They do attack starlings in Filey.

Oh dear HE has just found the dead blackbird behind the Wheely bin. He will know that a Gull couldn't get in that space.

Me , what me !  No , I have been here all day.

Picture for Ben

I wonder where dem boidies iz

I wonder where dem boidies iz?

My life has taken a turn for the better. Spring has sprung. I am poised, alert, and fit . SHE has started HER outdoor life again.  THEY are wearing threadbare clothes and aprons saying slogans that would embarrass a gardener in his world, doing tech speak and taking frequent  tea breaks in the sunny corner.  They do more mugs of tea than they do real GW stuff.

I watch them of course, and listen, its good to be out and about with them.I just love their tech speak.

Lets put the Echiums in front of the wall
Is it a pininana  or a wildpretti  
I think its a cross
What colour will fastuosum be
Blue
and 5'high
What about italicum
I just go and Google it on Images

Yes, they are moving the plants out of the greenhouse again. Good news , I can sit in there again and watch the boides. I give them a week.  HE will move plant pots all week.  He will annoy HER by tipping the dead ones in the wrong place.SHE will annoy HIM by insisting HE cleans the greenhouse out with Jeyes Fluid.  HE will dab it around a bit and say HE'S done it.  BUT I will be back on my Lounger, watching and waiting.

Then I might go out with them whilst they have another mug of tea, and read the Sunday Times, THEM I mean. I am wondering where dem boides iz?

Strangely Warmed

I have spent my 40 days and 40 nights acknowledging and bewailing my manifold sins and wickednesses.  Actually that is not exactly true. For all the 40 days I have mostly been sleeping

• On the blue chair in the dining room-allowed
• On the Dralon blue chair in the sitting room-never allowed, always a fuss made
• On the desk chair ,on brown furry rug (provided)
• On the kitchen Windsor chair-allowed after 10pm only 
• On the sofa -only when cover in place
• On the carpet near radiator in sitting room -always allowed when door is open
• On the kitchen mat with view through Catflap of Birdfeeder-allowed 

For all the 40 nights THEY will  never  know what I have been doing or where I have been.

 During Lent it seems that I have been expected to read some wholesome literature. SHE has done it for me, and I looked over her shoulder. We enjoyed Strangely Warmed. SHE says it was a breath of fresh air after all the stuffy books she has read in other years.

I have of course been reading the Filey Parish Blog every day with THEM. Even HE is getting proficient at blogging now. The one HE did yesterday was all HIS own work except for the uploading of the Photos.(whatever that means).

I of course have been proficient for a long time. I haven't actually had to do a Lent Blog as I am not a a parishioner . Although I am a vicarious  parishioner - not a Church Cat, I still have not had a go at Spiritual Stuff since my award winning and much blog rolled Monasticism and Feline Devotions.  I exaggerate of course. However I realise that Spiritual Stuff will  enhance my wellbeing. As this is Holy Week I shall see what my Twitter friends are doing to improve their Spiritual Lives. I will especially take note of Anatolia Princess Natasha or known to me as @RuthiesRagdoll. Her emanuensis Ruth Gledhill always is good value on Spiritual Stuff  and this will have had a didactic effect on my Twitter friend.

So Dear Ben I will let you know about my Progress during this most special week.I was going to e mail you these pictures but I cant see why I should deny them to the world.

What must you think of me !

Sorry I've not posted  recently.I've just come back from Cayton Carr again.  I'm not going to call it that place any more because it has become a familiar friend. THEY  keep having to go away and leave me. This time it was to a rite of passage occasion.I understand from snatches of THEIR conversation that they managed to do quite a lot at the same time . Thats just THEM .

Well I'm home now. I will help them out by trying to rid THEM of the rat SHE saw on the bird feeder last week. It wont stand a chance . I am already out and about the wild_ thing that I am. 

Did you get the secret message there Ben? Ive had a look at your felt  hairbands , and although I think they are very NOW I dont actually want one.Its bad enough having to wear that yellow/green collar thing with my name and address on.I know you are talented and upbeat but please don't even think of making me one. SHE did the shops last week .  SHE knows that hair adornments are all in again, she also knows that Knitting is the new Macrame, and that everything in Accessorize is all Girly again BUT I AM NOT.I am following you on @ the_big_forest , however.

I am a Rat catcher, a king of espionage listening in to THEIR chat, a Growltiger of a cat.
More hairbands for you.

I am a history of the world in one object

I have been around for eons. My kind has always roamed and stalked, toyed with and toyed without. I am noble and nobility. I am wild and I am wilful, fierce and fragile . I know what it is like to be worshipped and yet know that I am mere cat (that is a clever joke). I have known Attenboroughs and Eliots, Daniels and Davids. I inspire all humankind and remain aloof from adoration and interaction. I depend from my own free will, and am never dependable.

But I have this against you

you have forsaken your first love, like the Ephesians

I am not one of those  hundred objects.

You have cattle. reindeer, and a bull.

I am excluded Mr Macgregor.