Mogular holiday

I am off on holiday! A mogular holiday. No access to the computer though so no diary entries for a week.

Dream come true?

My wish soon came true. A couple of twopaws visited who clearly aspired to mogular service; a male and a female. I could see the female knew mogs – not much chance there. So I tried it on with the male. He was a geek with a big nose, very little fur and clearly naive about mogular ways. I attached myself to him immediately.

It worked. A week later I was whisked off to a place called Woodgrange. Surely just like Wood Green I thought?

An after life?

After a short while at Wood Green it became clear that mogs would come and go. Those who arrived, like me, had been abandoned to the shelter by their twopaw servants.

But where did the mogs go to? Twopaws would turn up and take them away. Why? Why would any mog want to leave Wood Green? Was there a life after Wood Green? An after life! A life of twopaw servants who really know their place! The word on the mogular network was that mogs would look out for potential twopaw servants and try to adhere themselves to twopaws visiting the centre.

I resolved to find out. Wonderful though Wood Green was; I was ambitious; I wanted twopaw servants dedicated exclusively to my needs!

The Great Bird Mog of Wood Green

It’s a mogular world!

There were rumours on the mogular network of escape. At first I thought it was at my home but no. There is another Wood Green; a Wood Green where the mogs dreamt of freedom, of going back to the wild and hunting their food again. They were led by the Great Bird Mog of Wood Green. The plan was to build an aeroplane, a mogular aeroplane, and fly to freedom. At first progress was swift. Mounted on a great pillar of leviathan proportions the aeroplane progressed with great mogular speed until the propeller was built. The great propeller dwarfed the surrounding area and rapidly became a noted testament to mogular achievement. So proud of their ground breaking achievement of the great propeller, the mogs would sit at the base all day and watch as the blades swept round in graceful symmetry. Unfortunately that is all they did. Hypnotised by its rotation they never progressed beyond the propeller. But still the propeller of the Great Mogular Aeroplane remains today as a towering symbol of mogular engineering.

Mogular Aeroplane

*NaNcY*'s Cat Animation Gallery

Just found this great site: *NaNcY*'s Cat Animation Gallery. It really is a mogular world!

Back to the early days

It's a mogular world!

Now the sofa drama is over, back to my early years.

My love for Wood Green took a dent a short while later. I was taken into a shiny white room by a twopaw to meet another twopaw, all in green. Suddenly I was held and there was a sharp pain just below my neck.

Then sleep. A deeper sleep than I have ever known. I had already had my 22 hours for the day yet I slept on. Normally I dream when I sleep; mogular dreams of small rodents and birds. Not this time. I just slept and slept. Blackout!

I finally woke feeling very moggie, that is like groggy but worse. I had a square of fur missing from my side and a pain. It was a dull continuous pain under the missing fur.

As the weeks went by, the pain subsided and the fur grew back. Life got back to normal, but I felt different, and boy did those Toms annoy me!

Wow!

We've got a new sofa!

Of course it is not just to my liking yet, but give me a couple of weeks :)


New sofa - and me  

Bad day

The sofa has gone. One minute it was there, the next it had gone.

It is a complete disaster!

The twopaws don't seem to care.

I care. Where will I sleep? How will I get to the window ledge? How will I keep my claws sharp!

Mogs abound

It's a mogular world!

So the twopaws didn't like me. Worse still I got sick. They took me away. I got sick and they took me away. They took me to a home for mogs. They left me there and never came back.

So there I was, in a strange place, with Cat Flu.

Every cloud has a silver lining though. I was surrounded by mogs! Long, short, black and white, ginger and yes ... tabby!

There were still twopaws - but mostly mogs. The twopaws were kind though.

So where was this mogular paradise? It is called Wood Green and I loved it.

Another place

It's a mogular world!

So where were the other mogs? My first memory is of the scary "two paws" - not mogs. The twopaws were ok; they were all I had. At least they fed me. Times were hard though. I hid behind the sofa mostly in a poor parody of a Dr Who audience. I was chased by the twopaw kittens, shrieking and shouting.
The twopaw elders were worse. They called me Tiffany!
I learned to hide and fight back! I sharpened my claws and pounced from the darkest recesses of the front parlour. The night became my own time. I would sit and recite to myself, "I am tabby, and I'm proud!"

Who am I?

Well this is me 

My friend Kevin from PhotoBiz took this picture for me.

It's a mogular world

It's a mogular world; but I am too tired just now so perhaps I will have eighty winks and come back again later.