Thursday, May 31, 2007

I am so excited

Karen Jo has written me a Kitty Limerick - I am thrilled, and blushing, and purring, and happy and ever so pleased. Thank you so much Karen Jo.

True Confessions


Monica from the Pablo Fan Club tagged me to tell you my True Confessions - here they are:

1. I am very, very greedy and will do just about anything for cat munchies and tuna juice, including beating up the humans until they submit to my will.

2. When it rained on the weekend a nest fell out of the cherry tree and the four baby birds inside all died. I brought them inside one by one and ate their heads - the humans nearly threw up. Do you think the humans realised it was me who ate all the little heads?

3. I hate being brushed.

4. I love sitting outside in the rain. I am lucky cos I have quite thick, oily fur and it takes ages for the rain to penetrate.

5. Sometimes I wish I was more feminine like the very elegant Daisy or the demure Pearl C. Pritchard but other times I am glad to be a ruffy tuffy, tomboy, girl cat.

I now officially tag Daisy - love FAZ

Friday, May 25, 2007

Kirkby Kitten




Today I want to tell you about my before sister Kirkby (the second K is silent e.g. Kerbee).

Kirkby was a feral kitten who was rescued from a building site in North London along with her mother and two sisters. At 12 weeks old she came to live with the humans who had to drive her all the way from North London to South London. Little Kirkby was so scared in the car she had a fit and the humans were really worried she would not survive the journey.

Because they thought she was a ruffy tuffy feral cat she should have a ruffy tuffy name, so they called her Kirkby after a rough suburb of Liverpool. She wasn't rough at all though, she turned out to be the world's most timid cat.

For the first six months she hid under the furniture and only came out to eat and use the litter tray when no one was around. She never grew bigger than a large kitten and was always very slim (the human's think this was down to her nervous temperament).

When she got a bit older, she would jump on the bed at night and snuggle up between the pillows but she wouldn't go near the humans unless they were lying down under the covers. If they wanted to take her to the V.E.T. they would have to get dressed, get under the covers and then pretend to be asleep in bed so they could catch her. When they put her in the basket she would start to shake violently and wet herself.

She never left the garden perimeter her whole life and it was only when she got to be an older cat (about ten) that she started sitting on the boy human's lap for a cuddle. This was a momentous day. Even then she would jump a mile high if anyone moved or made a noise.

Although I never met her, I know she was the sweetest little cat and I wish I had been there to protect her and look after her. She got ill when she was fifteen. At first they thought it was an over-active thyroid but it turned out to be cancer of the thyroid and the humans couldn't put her through regular trips to the vet, so they let her sleep.

RIP little princess.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Introducing the Famous McKinley


This is my friend McKinley. He is so famous in his own home that his boy human has designed a game for him. It's called Cat Attack (see my side bar for details if you want to know more).

McKinley and I tried to have a game yesterday but we ended up just knocking everything off the board (I must confess we got a bit excited and fur did fly).

I think it must be designed for humans who want to pretend they are cats as McKinley and I found it a bit hard to roll the dice and move the pieces with our paws.

Cheers McKinley.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

My afternoon

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Monday, May 21, 2007

My Morning

Being a cat of independent means, I don't need to work. Nevertheless, I have a pretty busy life. Here's an average Faz Morning.

Wake up about 5 am and think about my day ahead ...



Hygiene is very important for cats and I always start with my daily ablutions.

Then, breakfast of course.

Followed by the most important part of my day, updating my blog and saying 'Hi' to all my blogging chums.

I like to keep up to date on what's happening in the world and always take time to read the papers. I also enjoy a quick crossword and soduko - it's important to keep your mind healthy and active.

Then after a bit of neighbourhood watch ...

It's time for lunch.
Purr FAZ

Friday, May 18, 2007

Sulking

I'm in trouble yet again. They found me with a little bird this morning, took it off me and it flew away. Now I AM sulking. FAZ

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Ghosts

The boy human had a dream the other night that there was a ghost on the end of the bed. The ghost was called Helen and she was very friendly and not at all scary.

When he woke up she was gone. I don't think it was a real ghost because cats are supposed to be very perceptive about these types of things and I don't remember any ghosts called Helen wandering around the house.

I wouldn't mind a real Ghost though, just like my lovely friend.

FAZ

p.s. this is Bebington when she was a kitten, you can tell how small she is in this picture because she is standing next to a 7 inch ledge (I do think you can overdose on cuteness though).


Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Bebington


These pictures top and bottom are of my 'before' sister Bebington who was a blue point Himalayan.

My human met her the day she was born but at the time she belonged to someone else (a lovely lady who was the girl human's secretary). When Bebington was 6 months old the secretary girl got a very superior job in Nigeria working for a King from one of the three main Nigerian tribes. She couldn't take Bebington with her so she came to live in Wimbledon.

Bebington didn't have a big territory like me, but did occasionally wander outside the garden. One day the humans found her down an alley hiding under a pile of leaves because she couldn't find her way home and when she came out she was so covered in leaves and twigs she looked like a yeti.

She was infamous at the V.E.T.s and had a warning written on her notes because she had bitten or scratched nearly all the nurses and doctors at some point and it took two humans to hold her securely to give her an injection or tablet.

She loved curling up on laps or under the covers (anywhere warm) and by the time I came to live with her she was already 13 years old and had survived a major cancer operation which gave her another good year of life. Sadly the cancer came back shortly after I arrived so she didn't really fancy playing with me and used to turn her back whenever I walked into the room.

Bebington was named after a suburb in Liverpool which is full of posh, rich people and she was very pretty when she was young and looked like a cat version of Paris Hilton. Her other two names are Bebe and Bebs. She was much loved.

I hope you like my story of Bebs, my 'before' sister. Purr FAZ





Tuesday, May 15, 2007

The Naming of Cats

by T S Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES ...

As most of us cats know, this is the start of a poem by the famous American poet T S Eliot (who wrote the Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats).

Because Oscar the Puppycat asked me how I got my name the other day, I thought you might like to know a bit more about it.

Faz (my first name) is short for Fazakerley which is a suburb of Liverpool (Fazakerley is my second name). My third name is Fazbucket (which I am called because I am always hungry and the humans think I must have a stomach that must be as big as a bucket).

My humans always name their cats after suburbs of Liverpool and there is a logic to every one of them. Fazakerley is a very pleasant but slightly ordinary suburb with no special features. When they first got me they thought I was the same but, now they know me better, they can see I am extremely intelligent and probably should have called me something which reflected this.

I plan to introduce some of my 'before' brothers and sisters to you soon and explain their names as well.

WHAT ARE YOUR THREE NAMES?

Purr Fazbucket

Friday, May 11, 2007

I have been tagged by ...








Thank you Guys.
Here are the rules:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog!


1. I am named after a suburb of Liverpool

2. I used to live with a lovely lady called Clare who had to give me away because she got sick

3. When I came to live with my new humans I was only 6 months old and quite skinny, so I used to sleep in a tiny sink in the 'powder room' because it felt safe

4. My favourite food is tuna

5. I don't like chicken, beef, or shrimps

6. My humans support a fantastic football team from Liverpool called EVERTON - "Here we go, here we go, here we go, Everton is the team we all know. What a team, we're supreme, No. 1! And we love you EVERTON!

7. A lot of people think I am a boy cat, but I am actually a girl with a ruffy, tuffy attitude


I HEREBY TAG








Thursday, May 10, 2007

In the dog house Part II

I am in trouble again. It's been raining a lot here lately (which is a good thing cause last year we had a drought). Anyway, last night I did a bit of late night mouse hunting as it's much easier to catch the little rascals when they're wet.

When the humans woke up this morning; not only was there blood on the duvet cover and a dead little mouse to contend with BUT there was a stream of muddy footprints going back and forth where I played a bit with the mouse whilst the humans were asleep.

WHOOPS!

p.s. do you get Duvets in the US (I think they're called Doonas in Australia)?

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Now I am in the dog house


First of all, thanks for all the additional collective nouns people gave me as follows:

  • Suzanne - a murder of crows
  • Bee - a gaggle of geese and a herd of mice (yummy, yummy says my tummy)
  • Pablo - a crash of Rhinos
  • Steve - a parliament of owls, a pace of asses, and a mute of hounds
  • Kelly - a pod of dolphins and a quiver of cobras
  • and my favourite so far from Nick - an unkindness of ravens (I'd sure show them who's unkind if they came round to my house).

Now - on to why I am in the dog house. The humans walked up to Wimbledon Village last night for dinner and I tried to follow them. I followed them from house-to-house all the way along the main road (without them knowing) and then a big red bus went passed and I got very scared and starting to meow really, really loud. Fortunately, they heard me and took me back home but they were very, very cross because I could've got lost or hurt.

I don't think I will do that again. FAZ

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Collective Nouns


Well, I knew you could get a litter of kittens, puppies and pigs but did you know that the collective noun for cats is either "a clutter", "a pounce" or "a clowder"? You can also get "an intrigue of kittens" although they don't seem that intriguing to me.


Here are ten more collective nouns I really like:


an ambush of tigers (scary!)

a bale of turtles

a business of ferrets

a charm of magpies

a congress of baboons (some would say "how appropriate")

a deceipt of lapwings

a gulp of magpies

a hover of trout

an intrusion of cockroaches (definitely!)

an ostenation of peacocks (of course!)


I will try and get some more to share with you all. Purr FAZ

Friday, May 04, 2007

My Thursday Thirteen PhD (a day late)

Dear All, I have just passed my PhD in the Superiority of Cats. I studied via correspondence for several months (errr minutes) with the University of Natural Sciences in Katmandu and for a small fee I received my graduation certificate.

I did my thesis on the Advantages of Cats versus Dogs (with apologies to Oscar the Puppy Cat).

Here are my THIRTEEN main findings:

1. Cats have 9 lives
2. Cats always land on their feet
3. Cats come in relatively consistent shapes and sizes
4. Cats never have dog breath
5. Cats don't perform demeaning tricks for humans
6. Cats don't drool
7. Cats can bathe themselves
8. Cats don't howl at the moon (what IS that about?)
9. Cats don't do embarrassing things in public (you know what I mean!)
10. Cats are much cleaner and can bury their own mess
11. Cats don't drink out of the toilet bowl (at least when humans are watching)
12. Cats don't knock things over by manically wagging their tails
13. Cats don't rely on humans for validation - they already know they are wonderful

If anyone else has anything to add I would love to hear it.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Chav Cat


Thought my international friends might like to see what a Chav Cat looks like (thanks to Tom for this picture).

What is a Chav?

According to Wikipedia, Chav is a mainly derogatory term in the UK for a person (or cat) who is fixated on fashions (such as gold jewellery and 'designer' clothing). They are generally considered to have no respect for society, and be ignorant or unintelligent. The term appeared in mainstream dictionaries in 2005. The defining feature of the stereotype is to wear clothing in the Burberry pattern like the cat pictured above.
P.S. I am sure you won't be surprised to hear that Hefty Tabby is also a Chav Cat.

They're getting on fine

I also thought you might like an update about my friend Minnie who was feeling lonely. You may remember that she got two cats from the cat rescue centre to come and live with her to cheer her up, called Cookie Monster and Cleo? Well, here they all are together in the garden having a garden party. As you can see, Minnie's very happy now and Cookie Monster and Cleo love their new home.

I just love a happy ending.

FAZ

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

The world can be a beautiful and peaceful place


I was moved to notice that a lot of US bloggers yesterday had a One Day Blog Silence in honour of the victims of Virginia Tech - I thought this was a uniting and positive thing to do, so today this is my way of paying tribute. This is the River Wandle near where I live. It shows that the world can be a beautiful a peaceful place, if we let it.