The Mouse Slayer

There is nothing that brings out my Predator Ninja more than rodents. Rats. Mice. Same same.  Mum goes into this squealing fit every time I bring her one. Then she gives me lots of treats. Approval, I secretly crave it.

I fluff up, raise my tail as high as I can ready for the hunt. Tail, check. Claws, check. Shadow, check. Activating Predator Ninja mode.

Rammstein, the Predator Ninja in camouflage mode, blending with the background. I search for prey.

Aha! I spot one. I drag him in. He's fast. But I am faster.

I corner him.

I show off to the paparazzi. He looks different upside down.

Hey not so fast.

Must we play this game of cat and mouse?

Eeeeeeeeeeeek! There's the squeal. What took you so long Mum? I brought four in a row once and I was called the Mouse Slayer. Hmm I like that. Sounds so alpha.

Treats! Yummy! Ummmore purrrrrease.

Nosy Cat

I have an extremely sensitive nose. I can smell my food being poured into my bowl from the next room. I smell human food all the time but have absolutely no interest in it. I can smell rodents and other animals (more on that later). Outdoors, my senses are on overdrive.  My nose always leads the way. Almost like it has a mind of its' own. I like to smell e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Except lemons. And vinegar.

Umm, inhale the freshness.


Even twigs and branches smell good.


 I think I'm in cat heaven.

Who says proteas don't smell? They ain't got my nose. I love it!

My absolute favourite is grass, juicy green green grass yummo! Even when dried I still love'm! But what my nose doesn't detect are those rambling machines. Here's one now mowing down my scrumptious lunch!!!!

Nooooohhh stop!!!!!!! Wait.. What is that I smell? I smell lizards!!

You can hide. But I will find you. And when I find you I will kill you. Heard that line from somewhere.

                                                         

Cat in the City

What's the best thing about country living? The great outdoors. Yes! Brings out the explorer in me. But I wasn't always a country cat. I was born a city kitty so spending a couple of weeks in the Big Smoke away from Mum wasn't as traumatic as visiting the vet (shivers!). At least I was with some faces that are becoming more familiar to me.

There I was nosing around the "outdoors" of my unfamiliar surroundings when two huge pigeons emerged out of nowhere! I nearly jumped out of my fur. I watched. I waited. And watched again. One day....


I am curious about e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Found these new toys calling out to me. I can't help it. I get into everything. So deal with it.

This is my bed. These are my cuddly toys. What? Oh, ok you can sleep here too. But don't touch my toys.


What's the best thing about city living? Never a dull day. I'm exhausted from auditioning for Ninja Cat. But I yearn for the great outdoors. Outdoors in the city is so different from outdoors in the country.  My minders do not let me go beyond the pigeons. So I just observe. 

So many boxes. With people. City folks like boxes too.

Close Encounters with a Blue Tongue Lizard

I meet many creatures whilst exploring the great outdoors, some intriguing enough to capture my undivided attention. This was one of them.

Hello, what is this?

Poke poke. Show me what you got punk.

What the?? Blue??!!!

He's on the move!! And so am I.

Hey!! Where'd he go?? 

Dang! Why do they all run away from me?? I wasn't gonna eat him. Promise. I feel so misunderstood.