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!

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!

A Dorkus Christmas

As usual, I had to wake up the oldies to get them out of bed and feed me. Just because it's Christmas and there's no kiddies in the house, doesn't mean they can sleep in! They've got me. So we were up at seven, opening the presents. I'd been a really good boy and hadn't opened any presents only. Well, not really! I just took a little peek.

So for Christmas, I got a new water bowl, a catnip mouse and a couple of other toys, including a dangly dragonfly that springs back whenever I try to grab it. And they made me wear the silly santa hat most of the day, and pose for photos!

Lunch was great. Roast chook! My favourite. And ham! Double good. Then in the afternoon I got a tin of turkey and gravy. This is how I felt after that! One full belly.

And then dinner, we had turkey and ham. No wonder I chucked up all over mum's important papers the next morning (but that's a whole other post).

I like Christmas, especially when Mum and Dad decide to spend it at home with me!

But I tell you what, it's an exhausting job playing Santa!