RIP Dorkus 1994 - 2010

This morning I said goodbye to my darling Dorkus. He was 16 & a half human years old and had been not himself ever since my return from Sydney when I picked him up from the cattery. It had been a bad year for both of us - when my relationship ended, he lost his personal slave and spent a lot more time home alone. Moving is supposed to be one of the most stressful events in life, and I can imagine for a cat seeing all the boxes being packed, or seeing one part of your family turn up late one evening and take all those boxes away and then never return...well it must be difficult to comprehend.

When I came back from my Sydney trip and took him to his new home, it was as if he'd turned into an old man while I'd been away. Maybe he'd been fretting, thinking he'd been abandoned, thinking another human had deserted him.


The above photo was taken a few weeks ago, in the first few days that we were at our new place. But very quickly he stopped joining me in other rooms and spent most of his time sleeping on the bed. Then he started turning his nose up at food. I'd end up offering him a selection of five different flavours so he'd eat something. Then I started cooking him chicken breast but eventually he stopped eating that as well. But still I hoped he'd settle in and start eating again, and he seemed quite content just sleeping all the time. He walked like he'd had a few too many and got up and down the bed very slowly. But I still had hope.



But things changed again over the weekend and I knew he was no longer comfortable. He was skin and bones. He was spending long periods of time crouched in the bathroom, sometimes in the shower recess, or in the lounge room. He was staring off into space more than sleeping and I knew it was time to say goodbye.

In the car on the way to the vet, he didn't even meow and usually he would make his complaints about being in a noisy vehicle loud and clear.

I gave him a cuddle before the needle and then it was done. Very quick and very peaceful. I stayed with him for another 10 minutes to say goodbye. And then I came home with an empty cat carrier and a very heavy heart.

Goodbye Dorkus, we had a fabulous life together.

And you can read some of that fabulous life on this blog.

Guest appearance at Love Cats

Check out my guest appearance at the lovely Love Cats Down Under blog. The blog is made up of bunch of Aussie CATegory authors who love cats (as they should) and I can tell you that these ladies are fabulous authors - and I know, because I'm such a well-read cat.

But it's time to get back to my 'to be sh(read) pile... not that I would ever shred the books of these lovely ladies...but when a book is titled Leftovers...they just shouldn't tempt me. Hey I was hungry - the slave had escaped again.

Why my mum thinks I'm strange

You see, I'm a cat of many moods.

You think I would want to sleep just in the new cat tent.


But after a week of camping out, I've decided that I prefer other comforts. The novelty of the cat tent has worn off.

Sleep is my favourite pastime. I spend a lot of my life asleep. So it's always good to mix it up a bit. Find new places to sleep:


This morning, mum discovered me asleep on her manuscript on the dining room table. It was quite comfy, I must say. And I promise I didn't read any of it.


Of course, as soon as Dad wakes up, I'll have to move. He has very set ideas about where I should sleep and where I shouldn't. Spoilsport!

Reality TV Cash Cat

Guess what, mum?

I'm on TV!


Looks like TV producers finally realised what a CASH CAT I could be for them and gave me my own reality TV show.

Watch out Dr Harry, Dorkus is taking over the small screen.

So of course, with the TV show, comes the obligatory magazine covers. Don't I look handsome?

And the newspaper articles:- (funny thing, I used to live in Annandale, that's where mum found me, but not Minnesota)


A cat can only dream, can't he?

I stare at the TV so often that I wonder what it would be like to be on it. When I was a little one, and didn't know better, I used to try and catch the tennis ball. Never worked though.

I know my mum would love me to be a CASH CAT - she already thinks I am, she thinks I eat the cash. Not make the cash.

So any producers out there in TV land, I'm just sitting here, waiting to be discovered.

(Photos made at Photofunia)

I have myspace (and so does the pig!)

I just could not believe my ears when mum told me about this pig Lucy who has her own myspace page. I mean, a pig! Mum reckons she's really cute and she's a miniature pig and she wants to be Babe, but don't we all?

Well, I didn't think that it was very fair - for Lucy to have a myspace and all I've got is this blog. Where are my friends, hey? I know there's people out there who love me. I've got friends, right? I just haven't splashed them all over the internet. But it got me thinking, and meowing, and then I started nagging mum. I need a myspace. You've got yourspace. Dad's got hisspace. I want myspace.

So mum gave in and made me a myspace page. Meow! I'm a happy cat now. So come and be my friend right here!

If you must, you can also make friends with the pig here. Mum said I had to be friends with the pig too, but have you heard of anything more absurd? A cat and a pig being friends! Apparently the pig is friends with a dog, so she has no taste at all.

Anyway, I really hope I have more friends than the pig! But surely there'd be no question about that.

Oh, and now I have my own email - diaryofamadcat at hotmail dot com.

Hope to see you on myspace.

Back from the detention centre

You know it's been nearly six months since I blogged. Where have I been? Well, just lazing around really, gazing out the window, bullying mum and dad to get out of bed at 6am because my stomach waits for no-one, enjoying the fire, and when that's gone, plonking myself on mum's lap everytime she sits down and you know....just general cat stuff.

They left me at a detention centre back at Easter time. I hated it. So I went on a hunger strike. How dare they treat me like a common prisoner, and put me behind bars. The warden lady came and gave me food every day but I just turned my nose up at it and sulked. I'd rather be under house arrest at home - well, if it's good enough for Paris... I was surprised when 3 days later mum and dad came to collect me. I really thought they'd left me there for good. I was so pleased to see them.

Last month, they took me back to the detention centre. They told me I was going to the Cat Resort. It wasn't exactly cocktails and buffets but this time they also took along the food I like and because I knew they were coming back for me, I relaxed and enjoyed my holiday. I even talked to the other cats there. So I'm quite happy to go back...just don't make it more than a week, hey?

I'm a bit put out at the moment. I used to have a prime seat on the desk looking out the window. But something's happened. Mum's laptop has disappeared and now she's got this big monster old computer sitting on the desk and there's no room for me!

I promise I shall blog a bit more frequently from now on!

Call me

If you're trying to ring mum or dad, and you can't get through - this is probably why!

Hey- I've got to talk to my mates somehow! And they refuse to buy me a mobile phone.