Bye bye January…

Hi Reader…. well, when I left off last time my story ended in floods of tears, not mine of course but those of my kind nurse owner who took me to the cat protection league. Now I don’t know why she was crying ’cause I had a whale of a time in there, met a load of new friends and had a few fun fights (with the odd bitten ear and broken claw, that sort of thing) but nothing a stocky cat like me couldn’t handle.
Moggy Norman
My new garden
Anyway all the scuffles and fighting got me a reputation as being a bit of a tough nut (to crack) and all that. Remember this was a long time before someone tagged me stormin’! and the ladies at the league starting telling people (you know those that were in there to pick up a new pet) that I was not a suitable cat to be housed with other pets or young children. Talk about give a cat a bad name!… most people took this (wrong) advice and just walked by my pen never giving me a second look. But my luck was about to change. I don’t know how many months rolled by but I was well settled in the place (and settled in my basket too after a lovely fishy meal) when this couple stood at the plastic door and started perusing me… but no, next minute they were gone, looking at Henry across the way they were. If you think I’m stocky you should have seen Henry (some big cat he was)…but no again, they came back over to me and later asked the lady to open the pen so they could take a closer look. Well I was comfy there and could see what was coming so as soon as she touched my back to pick me up a gave her such a clout. Not full claws though but enough to ward her off. It didn’t work and I was well miffed when she brought me out into the cold corridor…and well it was love at first sight… “cracked it” I thought…I was soon on my way home under the storm clouds with my new proud owners…..and had I landed on my feet this time ..you bet I had.. See you next month.. Norm…. (now ed what picture are you going to dig out for this update, it’d better be a good one). Here y’are Norm. It’s one of you looking pretty dapper in the garden

me on cat food…………k

Chokkie…. under the bed again.
hi all hope yr all well, chok here. hello terri cat!!?? who is your owner? i will get myself up soon!! who votes whiskers pouches are best??? i love them but have sore gums at the mo (us old persians are prone to gum probs in later life) i struggle with the chunks so kate chops em into tiny bits… i had extensive tooth extractions last month and may need another one!! a big thanks to mr pegg at pype hayes vets for his hard work!! he is the kindest vet! 🙂

just me again…..!

I’m not ‘chokkie’..I’m his stunt double (posted by the Ed – in Lieu of ‘chokkie’ photo).
….i would like to say hi to norman (sorry i didnt before- i dont mean to be egocentric!) you are a cute puss!! good to know you have a new loving home and dont even get me started on the topic of birds!! when kate got me she presumed i would be a lap cat and laze about inside all day!! – she had another thing coming. i caught 3 sparrows last year and know its evil but as you said norman it is in our nature. i was in disgrace with kate who buried the little tweeters! i have not been out much recently as its too cold 4 a posh puss like me and kate is reluctant to let me out as she thinks i am so gorgeous i may get bundled into a strangers car for a late xmas gift for someones child!! :@ i seem to be in my prime at the mo with hunting but i cant play with those shiny material mice kate buys me -they make me giddy!!! i prefer a good old pen lid or a plastic razor cover i am so resourceful!!

hello to all and sundrie !!!!!

My favorite spot, away from the fuss and under the bed.
Hello feline friends!!! 🙂 My name is chokkie carter-poulson… yes i have a double barrelled name! its cos i used to be chokkie carter but i was adopted by katie and mark the december before last and am now carter- poulson (kate thought it would be rude to swap my name to chokkie poulson as i was carter for 10 yrs of my life)i will get a photo up soon but my owner is a bit blonde and doesnt kno how t do it yet!!! i am proud to say that i am the first pedigree on moggyblog… my great uncle yoghurt told katie about the site and i was so so so so so excited that when i found out i shot up the stairs like a nutter! (i do that sometimes when i am happy!) anyway let me introduce myself: i am a lilac smoke Persian cat (not a moggy,er is that okay??) and very handsome if i so say so myself. kate thinks the world of me and gives me the best of everything! A originally came from castle brom, birmingham but am now in Hodge Hill. i was owned by someone who was not too clued up on the care of a persian cat. when kate and mark got me i was a bit matted and had to be shaved. kate bought me a dog jumper i was NOT impressed! i meowed ‘i am NOT a chuhwahwah!’ but she did not take the hint! i think she thought she was doing me a favor an keepin me warm but i looked a right idiot!!! Anyway, my fur grew back eventually and i am proud of my glossy coat now!!! i have to go now cos i have a furball to cough up but will be back with more gossip and news. a big hi and kiss to my little great nan recovering in hosp!! keep smilin nan i love you!! x x x hi to uncle yoghurt and tess, love chok xx

The Gingerbread Cat

Gingerbread was our beloved Ginger moggy whose main hobbies were sleeping and being given copious amounts of fuss. Gingerbread came from the Cat Protection League with a warning that he was not to be placed with other cats or children. However he turned into a big softie who tolerated children well. Unfortunately, he didn’t always tolerate other cats in the neighbourhood and was very territorial.
Gingerbread Asleep
Ah, Peace at last
Mornings found Gingerbread walking around the perimeters of the garden like a security guard, albeit a strange one, marking out his patch on selected bushes and posts. A stranger in the garden would mean action stations and Ginger’s would give as good as he got! After the scrap or skirmish (and is the other mog didn’t back down) he would arrive at the door licking his paw and wiping his mauled face or back end. Consequently Gingerbread cost us a fortune in vets bills to treat these post-fight injuries.

As to recouping, Ginger’s would sleep for hours (like most cat’s I guess) saving his energy for the battle to be. But when he curled up on you (just like in the photo) it was all worth it! Goodbye our faithful and happy friend.

A Very Happy New Year Folks !

She’ll be partying tonight no doubt
Well Hello again reader. Just a quick post to say that we’re all getting ready for a Happy New Year in the house. So whether you’re a Mog or an Owner, A Happy New Year to you from me and my pals here at MoggyBlog. We hope to see you in 2007. So ByezzzBye for now… Yours, Norm.