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.

Ninja Cat

I am a Ninja. I skulk and wait in utmost patience. I am covert. Not easy with a bell around my neck (arrrrgh!)!!. T'was a compromise I could not claw my way out of. This proud Ninja had to submit to be let outdoors. Unsupervised. Hhhhoookay. Nevertheless I am undeterred. I move with supreme stealth. The bell makes nary a noise.

I wait quietly, I am inconspicuous. I am a Ninja.

I love high places, like trees. Something about them I cannot resist. The danger, the risk excites me. Also, there is a lot of action going on up there. Noisy chirping birds. My favourite skinks. Ah! I see one now...

Who needs a ladder when you've got claws?

The air is different up here.

And the view! Awesome. I can see more targets bwahahahaha!

I blend in well. You can't see me but I see you.

My cover is blown. Darn this bell.