Cat's Mogular Diary

Hunger strike

2011-04-26T21:55:00.000+01:00

I'm on hunger strike. I was left all on my own at my holiday cottage for weeks. I am never going to eat again.

Chunder Mog!

2009-08-19T18:07:00.001+01:00

I threw up on my bed! Debris is cleaning it up for me.

Not a laptop

2009-08-17T16:14:00.004+01:00

The laptop has replaced me. Debris used to let me be her laptop. I would curl up on her lap in mogular bliss. I have now been replaced with an oblong silver laptop. She says she is doing work for Buntingford but I think she is just playing games!

Laptop

2009-08-02T18:23:00.001+01:00

I used the laptop. I am not allowed in the office any more. Big nose banned me to stop me using the computer but now I have learned to use the laptop. It is not as much fun as the real computer; no mouse! The touch pad is really difficult with the paws too. Better than nothing though.

I'm back!

2008-01-07T18:37:00.001Z

I'm back. I am not allowed in the office any more because Bignose decided to stop me blogging. That is why I have not been able to post. I have just sneaked upstrairs today while they are having tea.

The house was full of twopaws for Christmas. They all gave each other presents and I got nothing! Not a thing. They all ate far too much, drank far too much and then fell asleep. You would never see a cat do that.

I went to my holiday home for New Year. Bignose and Debris were busy getting drunk in the town of the snot people.

Great Monster of Hoov

2007-11-15T13:19:00.000Z

There is a new Great Monster of Hoov. It is even bigger. It is made of brushed steel and platinum. It is powered by a jet engine and it has got lasers. Worse of all, written on the side are the words "Die Soon"

The Great Monster of Hoov is dead

2007-10-01T19:21:00.000+01:00

The Great Monster of Hoov is dead. For years I have been tormented by the Great Monster of Hoov. Regularly it would chase me round the house, with Debris close behind.

Well now it is dead. Gone. Outside. Bignose took it away on Sunday. My torment is over. No more shall I have to hide from the Great Monster of Hoov.

F**a bag

2007-09-25T13:11:00.001+01:00

I am a f**a bag. I don't know why I am a flea bag. I am on Program F**a Control and I have a f**a collar.

I have been banished from the desk by Bignose until I have visited the vet. :(

Holiday

2006-09-06T10:17:00.000+01:00

I've been on holiday. It was a mogular holiday.

I was looked after so well during my holiday that I was sick on the freshly made up bed, just to say thank you.

I am back home now and was treated to a French delicacy on my return: Terrine of Prey.

Mogularize

2006-04-27T16:19:00.000+01:00

It is a little known fact that mogular cats have very mogular eyes. They use these mogular eyes to mogularize their twopaws. To mogularize is to give an evil stare. Here is an example!

Threepaw

2006-04-26T09:49:00.000+01:00

I have a new name. I am now known as Threepaw. Bignose gave me my new name and I like it. It suites me.

I am keeping out of the way of Debris. She trod on my paw. As a consequence I have been limping ever since. I have done quite well out of it so far. She gave me special sustenance (only Whiskas, I prefer the Felix) to try to make amends and I even got a little milk this morning. I am hoping for extra tabby treats and special sustenance every day this week, if I can remember to keep up the limp.

Me making a post

2006-04-20T16:38:00.000+01:00

Some people have expressed doubt about whether I really make the posts to the Mogular Diary. So here I am, making a post!

Mogular vacation

2006-04-18T13:38:00.000+01:00

I have been away. I went to my holiday home for Easter. Two very diligent twopaw servants maintain it for me. I had a very relaxing time. I did plenty of exploring around the stream, ate special sustenance every day and even managed to catch up on my sleep.

Back to the daily grind now.

Nice soft kidneys

2006-04-11T14:07:00.000+01:00

It's official - I've got nice soft kidneys!

I went to the vet yesterday to have my f**a jab. After my f**a jab I had a little examination and my kidneys were pronounced to be not only nice, but soft too!

I was disappointed though. I have been looking forward to it for a while since it gives me the opportunity to bite the vet. Debris spoiled it all though. She made me promise that I would not bite the vet, and in return I would get special sustenance. So off we went to the vet and I was really well behaved; I did not bite the vet once. I was looking forward to a mogular feast of Felix special sustenance, but I did not get it. Bignose tried to remind Debris but still no special sustenance. I had to make do with a few rascals' rewards.

(I don't believe in using four letter words but for the benefit of those who did not realiase, a f**a jab is a Program Flea Control Vaccination)

Tired

2006-04-06T16:36:00.000+01:00

I am feeling very tired.

Bignose and Debris have been very busy recently. They have consequently not been getting as much sleep as they would like. This puts an extra burden on me. As a mog, it is my duty to do their missed sleeping for them.

I have really been putting in the hours. I have been peeking at 23 hours a day. This is much more than the normal mogular requirement of 22 hours a day.

I am not sure how much more of this I can take. I will have to go for a rest and see how it goes.

Flying mogs

2006-03-22T15:26:00.000Z

Could this be the Great Bird Mog of Wood Green?

- Flying Mog

What ever next?

Cam

2006-02-27T17:40:00.002Z

Bignose and Debris left me on my own all weekend again :(

They came back with some good ideas though; cameras for mogs!

How about:

Collar Cam
Catflap Cam
Shrubbery Cam

I want my Collar Cam soon. I have detailed Bignose to buy it for me!

Sam

2005-12-01T17:11:00.000Z

I promised to post a picture of my friend Sam but I forgot. So here it is now.

As you can probably see, Sam is a bit too Dogular to be a real friend to me so we have a special arrangement; he does not come to my house, and I do not go to his. With this arrangement we get on great!

I think I can safely say that Sam is the friendliest big, black furry dog in the whole world.

2002

2005-11-17T15:28:00.000Z

I am a happy moggie.

I have just received my 2000th visitor. My 2000th visitor was from the UK and I suspect it might have been someone I know, because they searched for me from Google.

Swearing

2005-11-10T15:50:00.000Z

There is too much swearing in this house. In particular I keep hearing the ‘f’ word. It comes from both Debris and Bignose. If anything Debris is more the guilty party.

It is not acceptable. People should learn to be civil. If it were not for the mogular sustenance I would be packing my proverbial bags and leaving.

For example I might walk into a room and someone will say, "Hello f**a bag," or perhaps, "we must take you for your next f**a jab". It is not funny!

Well I have got my own back because Bignose says he is going for a f**a jab today. So there!

Mousing master class

2005-11-08T17:27:00.000Z

I have been teaching Debris the mogular art of mousing.

I brought the live mouse in a short while ago for the lessons. Bignose set a trap but I had other plans!

The mouse finally became bold enough to venture out yesterday and I was quickly able to chase it into the room where Debris was sitting reading. I then sat on top of the chair and watched.

At first she was really not very good. She would be searching under chairs and behind the TV when I knew it was behind the shelves. After a while I would give her a pointer by jumping down and flushing it out again and the chase would restart. Later she started to get better so I tried to fool her by staring intently under a chair, when I knew it was behind the TV. She fell for it every time!

We had hours of fun and she eventually managed to catch it in the humane trap. As a result Debris can now be awarded the title of Trainee Deputy Under Mouser. I know she will be really chuffed!

Not fair

2005-11-08T16:45:00.000Z

It's not fair. My best friend Ruth did not come to see me.

It's all Debris and Bignose's" fault. They said she was coming and she didn't.

Best friend

2005-11-04T13:56:00.000Z

I am hoping to see my best friend Ruth tonight. Debris and Bignose said she would be coming to see me :)

Poor paw

2005-11-04T13:47:00.000Z

I have got a pawly paw. Bignose trod on it.

I was running up the stairs when I saw Bignose coming down. I decided to avert disaster by quickening my pace and darting to one side. Unfortunately Bignose deliberately stepped to one side, the same side, to step on my poor paw.

I am not speaking to Bignose.

No access

2005-11-02T17:19:00.000Z

Hello. It is so long since I have posted.

Bignose has been very busy. I can never get to the computer. I have finally sneaked a moment while he is in the bathroom.

I think he is washing his hands. I had just washed them for him but he said that made them smell of mogular sustenance!

All on my own

2005-08-02T14:44:00.000+01:00

They left me all on my own for the weekend. I knew where they were. I had my spys planted. I received updates all weekend on the paws (mogular network). There was a big tabby there keeping watch.

I'm back

2005-07-27T19:26:00.000+01:00

I'm back.

I have been away. I have been in the land of nod. I have been there for nearly two weeks and I had a great time.

We need our sleep you know.

I did wake up once though. Last weekend my best friend Ruth came to visit. I had a great time.

Next weekend

2005-07-16T20:42:00.000+01:00

I am hoping to see my best friend Ruth next weekend instead now; on Saturday. I hope Debris and Bignose don't let me down this time.

Not fair

2005-07-15T17:30:00.000+01:00

It's not fair. My best friend Ruth is not coming to see me.

It's all Debris and Bignose's fault. They said she was coming and she's not. At least Ruth sent me a message. Debris and Bignose don't care.

I am not speaking to Debris and Bignose :(

Debris and Bignose are spoilsports :(

2005-07-14T13:30:00.000+01:00

I was in the garden yesterday evening, mogging around and catting about. Bignose walked out and stood over an area of the border. He had his hands full and I could not understand why he had come out.

Then all of a sudden a sparrow moved in the border just in front of him. That was why he was there. Without delay I shot across the garden, like tabby lightning, and pounced. In an instant the bird was in my paws. Then Bignose shouted to Debris. She came out and lifted me away. I was locked inside while they looked after the bird. Soon the bird flew away and I was released.

What a missed opportunity! We could have had great fun in the house with that one. It was a real live wire, no dud. Debris and Bignose are spoil sports!

Best friend

2005-07-13T22:21:00.000+01:00

I am hoping to see my best friend Ruth this weekend. I think Debris and Bignose said she might be coming to see me :)

Use the paws III

2005-07-12T08:00:00.000+01:00

I am in the mog house :(

I damaged one of the new chairs with my claws last night. They keep telling me to use the paws but I forget. It is just natural. What can a mog do?

New Tabby Treats

2005-07-11T13:15:00.000+01:00

I've got new tabby treats!

A whole new jar of Felix Rascals Rewards :)

Tabby Treats

2005-07-11T08:00:00.000+01:00

It's a mogular world!

Bignose is meant to buy me tabby treats this lunch time. I heard Debris telling him this morning.

I hope they are Felix Rascals Rewards or Whiskas Crunch. They're my favorites!

I bet he forgets.

Mogular Olympics III

2005-07-10T23:03:00.000+01:00

More suggested events:

I'm surprised nobody's mentioned curtain climbing, I could get gold for
that.
--
Bagheera

I'm surprised nobody's mentioned curtain climbing, I could get gold for

that.
--
Bagheera

You think so???? You got competition, serious competition, Bagheera

Redunzel and Sarrasine

Both Teti and his father are well trained wheelbarrow cats, i.e. they run on
their forefeet while I hold (and gently push) the hind legs. What about a 20
yds race? Points both for time and style, not falling over and so on... If
you don't believe it, it's true. When Loomis (Teti's father) was just a
kitten, I started to teach him this. He enjoys it so much, that even now,
when he is living with my ex-wife, he demands that she continues to walk
with him this way.

It always ends with the cat rolling over on his back and starting a
friendly, little fight... Cats have got a lot of humor, that's for sure!

Hans

Mogular Olympics II

2005-07-07T08:00:00.000+01:00

After my posting on the London 2012 announcement, there was a great response to the Mogular Olympics.

Longest Sustained Crash--a "crash" being when they are washing and suddenly stop, with one leg high in the air, and freeze. Like a computer crash!

Farthest Standing Projectile Vomiting

Farthest Running Projectile Vomiting

Highest Litter Fling

Cats are naturals for the standing Broadjump and the Standing High Jump. =o)

Nina will be hot stuff in the Screen Door Climb. =o)

Power Napping. They'd better make a gold medal for every contestant at the games. =o)

Melissa

Mousie catching.

Theresa

How about marathon sleeping?

Joy

Mouse throwing - cat holds mouse's tail between his/her teeth, turns in a circle 3 times gathering speed and then lets the mouse go.........the cat whose mouse land furthest away wins (and gets to eat all the other contestants mice).

--
Shirley

I have long dreamed of a cat showing up during gymnastics to demonstrate how things should be done. Clifford (RB) did have something of a balance beam routine, in which he'd go upstairs hanging from the underside of the banister railing. When he became aware of someone watching, he would turn and give what we could only describe as the Demented Mary Lou Retton Grin.

He did do high bar routines in the closet. I know of no Olympic gymnast that would walk on that bar between flips.

A scored event (like ice dancing or rythmic gymnastics) interrupting your human for treats. Points given for: how fast you can get your human to stop whatever s/he is doing to give you treats degree of difficulty/irritation factor of manouver (knocking potted plants off of shelf - 7; causing entire shelf to rip out of the wall - 10) more points awarded if you can get treats *and* skritches disqualified if you are shut out of the room/house with no treats.

Kibble hockey: individual and as a team sport

Caroline S.

(OK, no more posting, any of you. ;^) I really have to study full time for this Bar exam. 3 weeks to go AH!!!!)

Oh yes, like "dog trials" but where the cat herds the hoomin to go get the food and empty it into their dish. Style and speed all count. There can be single and team categories.

And of course, loudest sustained yowl.

Yowie

How about vocal variety? Some cats have a more varied vocabulary than others.

Joy

Waffles would take the gold for ratting...

Francis would take the gold for purring (volume, duration & whisker vibration)

Marble would take the gold for cat of small brain.

Cheers, helen s

The sound asleep to food dish dash.

Joy

How about hide and you seek? We seem to have some world class hiding cats here. Only none of them would bother to leave their hiding places for end of game or medal presentation.

Jo

Some people already know of this, but for those who don't-there is already an Olympic event for cats-The Silly Sleeping Pose Olympics.

http://www.themoggy.com/olympics.htm

BTW-congrats to London on the Olympics! From what I understand, the English would be well served by getting advice from the folks who put on the Olympics in Sydney. I understand the Aussies were recognized by everyone as doing a superb job.

The Hundred Foot Zoom -- time trials rather than heats, because even the cats wouldn't know when it's going to happen.

Pinballing -- shortest time to bounce off every piece of furniture in the room.

The Human Trampoline Event -- points for the loudest grunts and most air expelled upon landing and take-off.

The Under-sofa Crawl -- non-aquatic swimming event.

--

Wayne M.

Mogular Olympics

2005-07-06T20:21:00.000+01:00

If the twopaws can have an Olympic Games, why can't us mogs have an Olympic Games? We could call it the Mogular Olympics!

What would the event be though? Please give me some suggestions in the comments :)

I think London might be too busy to host a Mogular Olympics in 2012 now, what with all the twopaws coming.

So why not hold it in Paris? I hear that the mogular sustenance is good!

Twopaw Olympics

2005-07-06T13:27:00.000+01:00

It seems that it is quite a big sporting event. I think they would do better if they had four paws though.

Bird

2005-07-05T17:55:00.000+01:00

I caught a bird! Who said I am past it?

I know that Debris and Bignose don't appreciate this sort of thing so I left it in the garden. I tried to get Bignose to take a picture of it for me to put in the Mogular Diary, but he thought the readers might not appreciate that since the flies had already got to it.

Today

2005-07-02T10:30:00.000+01:00

MAKEPOVERTYHISTORY

Scared :(

2005-06-30T14:08:00.000+01:00

I have been spending lots of time in the mogular tube!

Mogular Tube

There have been lots of thunder storms and I was scared :(

Operation Tom & Jerry II

2005-06-29T12:14:00.000+01:00

Some more of my earlier mogular life.

Everyone enjoyed the chase so much with my first mouse; I had to have another go.

Rarrr!

I returned to my favourite mouse hunting spot down in the undergrowth in the garden. This time it was the dead of night. All went smoothly and in no time at all I was bound for flat, live mouse in jaws.

I sped through the mogular access point and ran in to the bedroom to find Debris and Bignose fast asleep. It always seems to work that way – the time when I am most awake (during the night) they are fast asleep. Lazy twopaws!

Silently, I leapt on to the end of the bed, put the mouse down, and just as silently leapt down again. This was my latest gift!

Surprised by its new found freedom, the mouse pawsed for a second before starting to explore the top of the duvet. It didn’t show any urgency to get off and for a moment I thought it was a dud; there would be no chase and no fun for Debris and Bignose.

Then Bignose started to stir. I was not sure if he was awake or just restless. For some reason the mouse crept in the direction of his face. Then suddenly he put the light on. His eyes widened in apparent surprise. The mouse froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights. There was a blissfully amusing moment as they both stared at each other, face to face. It seemed to go on for an age but in reality it must have only been a second or two. Then, all of a sudden, just as Bignose went to grab it by the tail, the mouse shot off. The chase was on!

Debris was soon awake and it was full Operation Tom & Jerry all around flat. Room to room, chair to chair – it was great! After a long and very rewarding chase, Bignose escorted the mouse out through the front door. Unfortunately he then locked the mogular access point so I was not able to go out and bring it back in. The chase was over.

From that day on, the mogular access point was kept locked over night. I don’t know why – we all enjoyed it so much!

Quiet

2005-06-28T08:00:00.000+01:00

Sorry there has been no post for a few days. I was too busy sleeping.

Sleeping

1000

2005-06-23T17:38:00.000+01:00

I am in very good humour today. I have just had my 1000th page download. Not bad for a tabby!

My 1000th visitor came from Salt Lake City.

I had hoped it would be my best friend Ruth, but I hope my visitor from Utah will become a friend too.

Hopefully when I tell Debris and Bignose, they will give me some special mogular sustenance as a reward!

Cat names

2005-06-22T08:00:00.000+01:00

Cat names, unlike twopaw names, are simple. You just have to get used to the idea that there can be lots of them.

The name I write this diary under is my most mogular name, Mognusticat.

I think my first given name was, “Meeeooooweee Oooooouuuuch”. Loosely translated it means “Ouch that really hurt, there are an awful lot of them aren’t there!”

I was quickly whisked off to another place where I was given the twopaw name Tiffany. I hate it.

At Wood Green I was called HC 24621 or “The small tabby one”.

When I moved in with Debris and Bignose, Wood Green told them they must not change my name. I thought I was going to have to be known as Tiffany for the rest of my days. Fortunately not though; they hate the name Tiffany too. They just call me Cat. That really is a mogular name!

I answer to other names though including:

Mognusticat: my favorite.
Mogginess: not bad.
Nustima: another good one.
Nusty: short for Nustima.

Don't get me wrong - I think Tiffany is a perfectly nice name; it just sounds like a bit of a joke when given to a tabby!

Strange!

2005-06-20T08:00:00.000+01:00

I have been getting some strange ads on the mogular diary recently. Not sure what the connection is?

I thought it was all bad cat humour!

Operation Tom and Jerry

2005-06-17T12:30:00.000+01:00

Some more of my earlier mogular life.

After the incident with the bat, I was careful about the hunting for a while. You know us mogs though, sooner or later we get the urge!

Down in the undergrowth in the garden outside flat, I found a whole community of mice. I restrained myself for a number of seconds but in the end, the paws was too strong. I had to have a go. So, in broad daylight, on a Saturday afternoon, there was I, poised like a coiled spring waiting to pounce. Then, in a flash, like tabby lightning, I made my move. The mouse didn’t stand a chance! I managed to hold it in my paws, no need to for claws or teeth; much better alive!

I made haste back up to flat, mouse in jaws. I knew Debris and Bignose would be proud. Ok so maybe a bat was not ideal – all that flying nonsense – but you can’t beat a good mouse, can you?

When I got back, there was no one in. I was distraught, for a moment. These things pass though. Soon I was playing with the mouse in the living room. I chased it for hours. We had great fun playing together. Then it hid behind the bookshelves; what a spoilsport! I sat there for ages waiting for it to come out.

A while later, the twopaws returned with bags full of mogular sustenance. Now, I admit, I am normally excited by this quantity of mogular sustenance, but not when there is a mouse to chase. I kept my guard on the shelves.

A short while later the twopaws noticed the attention I was giving to the shelves. In no time at all they had the books off the shelves and the bookcase pulled away from the wall. The mouse shot out straight under the sofa. Debris and Bignose encouraged me to the chase.

The chase went on for some time, the mouse would hide under an item of furniture, Bignose would move it and the mouse would shoot out again, with me right on its tail. We were like a train with a mouse engine hauling tabby all around the floor. I had not enjoyed myself so much in years! I could tell Bignose and Debris were really enjoying it too!

Then it happened, all of a sudden. Bignose moved another chair, the mouse shot out, and down came his right, slippered, paw. He trapped the mouse by the tail like a real expert. I was staggered. I thought twopaws couldn’t catch mice!

Then he picked it up, walked down to the garden and returned it to the mouse community. Now that was a bit much. After all my efforts to catch it, he took it straight back. Alive!

Still we had had lots of fun, and the twopaws also seemed to enjoy the next two hours putting all the furniture and books back. Funny they should enjoy it so much too!

Reorganisation

2005-06-16T18:13:00.000+01:00

I moved things about on the page a little to make the navigation links easier to see. Hope you like it.

Out

2005-06-16T12:24:00.000+01:00

The twopaws went out last night. Gone for hours they were. Don't know where to.

They came back asking "are you a local cat?" Don't they know by now? I have been living with them for the last ten years.

When is a mog a mug?

2005-06-15T12:38:00.000+01:00

So the twopaws seem to think this kind of thing is funny!

Mogular Mug

Making mugs out of us mogs if you ask me! Do you think it is funny?

Anyway I don't have fleas. I am on Program flea control. The vet has the scars to prove it!

Raining?

2005-06-14T20:00:00.000+01:00

So, it was a beautiful day. I was hiding in the shrubs, tabby camouflage working to full effect, just waiting for a bird or a rodent to walk by.

Me hiding

Next moment, it was raining; not just spitting but heavy. I looked up in amazement to find the sky azure blue with blazing sun! What on earth was going on? I ran, fast, to the other side of the garden and it stopped. Even more puzzling!

Then I saw it. Bignose, with the hose, was watering the garden. “Sorry” he shouted, “didn’t see you there!”

Googled

2005-06-13T08:00:00.000+01:00

I have been Googled!

Now, if you go to Google, type in "Mogular Diary" and hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button, guess what you get?

Yes, me!

You will come straight back here!

Postcard

2005-06-10T08:00:00.000+01:00

I got a postcard from Rome. It came from the friends I spend my holidays with sometimes. It's a mogular postcard!

My postcard

Majesticoon?

2005-06-08T08:02:00.000+01:00

What is a majesticoon? I guess it must be a breed of cat!

It can't be as good as a tabby though, can it?

Wrong! I just found out, it is a breeder of cats.

Bignose sick

2005-06-08T08:00:00.000+01:00

Sorry there has been no posting for a couple of days. Bignose claims to have been sick. It is just some nonsense about food poisoning. It sounds like typical twopaw whinging to me!

They should try the odd raw mouse, bird or bat – that would firm up their systems a bit!

Deified

2005-06-04T17:10:00.000+01:00

Three thousand years ago, cats were deified in ancient Egypt.

To this day, we have not forgotten.

Cats on eBay

2005-06-04T01:02:00.000+01:00

I am a little surprised to find eBay adverts for cats.

I can't help wondering how are they delivered? Do couriers really dare to ship moggies? Sounds like a recipe for scratched hands to me! How do you wrap them? Do they fit in the post box?

I am sure there must be a perfectly reasonable explanation!

Link to me :)

2005-06-03T10:57:00.000+01:00

Me!

If you are mad enough to like the ramblings of a random tabby, and you have a blog or web-site of your own, then please include a link to me at http://mogular.blogspot.com. If you do, then make a comment, or drop me an email and I will be happy to make a link back.

Spewosity upthrow

2005-06-03T01:21:00.000+01:00

I had a great day today.

I spent the morning and half the afternoon asleep, then I popped out to the garden to eat a few leaves - we mogs need our greens you know! Then I came back in, went up to see Bignose in the office, and threw up all over the carpet!

Now that is what I call a day well spent.

Spewosity upthrow; it sounds like Harry Potter's latest spell.

Mogular dictionary

2005-06-01T19:28:00.000+01:00

This posting is a start at a mogular dictionary. It will grow as required.

apaw adv. & a. going on. As in the topaw version afoot.
f**a jab. n. Program Flea Control Vaccination.
Great Monster of Hoov. n. Vacuum cleaner.
mog abbr. moggie.
moggie n. like a cat but more mogular.
mogular adv. & a. of moggies, moggie-like.
mogular access point n. flap providing access to the outside world for the moggie.
mogular sustenance n. cat food. Whiskas, Felix, IAMS, Kit-E-Kat etc.
mogular tube n. bed that doubles as a hiding place when scary things happen.
paw n. what we all walk on
paws n. an energy field created by all cats. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the mogular galaxy together
special sustenance n. like mogular sustenance but of a higher quality.
tabby a. & n. cool, really really cool!
tabby treat a. & n. Tasty morsels to treat the cat (tabby) like Felix Rascals Rewards or Whiskas Crunch.
twopaw n. human being or any other animal that walks on just two paws

No access

2005-05-31T02:08:00.000+01:00

Sorry - no posts for the last few days. Debris and Bignose went away for the weekend. I had no access to the computer.

I knew something was apaw on Friday when Debris did not go to work. Bignose was still working though. During the day Debris took numerous bags and containers out of my favourite den under the stairs.

In the afternoon I got special sustenance. I don't normally get special sustenance on a Friday.

Then they loaded the car and were gone.

I was looked after of course. Lots of mogular sustenance and fresh water. I miss the company though, even if they are twopaws.

Bat

2005-05-27T20:34:00.000+01:00

Some more of my earlier mogular life.

Having settled comfortably into Flat now, I decided to refresh my hunting skills. With free access to the outside world 24/7 via the newly fitted mogular access point, I had nothing to lose.

After some early reconnaissance missions I soon found a prime location behind the underground car park in some trees. Bats! Bats hanging from the low branches. Low branches I might just be able to reach with a good leap.

I returned to the spot many times during the days that followed to practise the pounce I needed to get my first prey since moving to Flat. Then, on a suitably dark night, late, with Debris and Bignose asleep in bed I went on my first mission. I crept to the site and, sure enough, there they were, hanging upside down from the branch, having just returned from their evening flight. I positioned myself silently and then pounce – I was in!

Success!

Bat in mouth I made great haste to get back to Flat with it still alive. I had to keep it fresh! When I arrived home though, I was suddenly touched by a pang of guilt. All of the mogular sustenance that Debris and Bignose had given me and I had never given them anything back. I resolved that the bat would be a present; my contribution to Flat. I placed it carefully in to Debris’ handbag and then went to wake them with a great yowl.

Debris woke with a start, not looking too pleased, but followed my beckoning to her bag. As she opened the bag, the bat, in her words, "rose up like Dracula from the crypt!" It was so exciting!

Bat

Debris did not look pleased with my gift though. In fact she seemed quite angry. She quickly opened the front door and the bat flew out. It was gone after all my efforts. She closed the front door and locked the mogular access point. It stayed locked for the rest of the night. My first gift – spurned.

It seems that the word bat is now a joke in our home!

Major event!!!

2005-05-26T20:05:00.000+01:00

Something big was in the air.

The tension built steadily as the afternoon gave way to evening. A take-away arrived at about 7pm and for while I hung around hoping for the odd mouthful of duck or a prawn. The tension was already high though. We mogs can sense it. So I tried to keep away.

I popped my head in occasionally. As the evening progressed the tension increased with a dry, icey silence; but also mingled with deep depression. Sometime later I was in the kitchen when there was an almighty shout of joy. Then more silence, more tension, but the depression had lifted somewhat.

My sorties into the heart of the event were less frequent now. There was not much to be gained for a mog – but you never know when you might get a tabby treat!

Later still, and all of a sudden, there was more roaring and shouting, but this time it was sustained. Also the tension suddenly released to apparent joy. Bignose burst through to the kitchen and into the fridge. A treat, for me I thought? No. He left with a green bottle. Next there was a loud pop and then more whooping and bellowing.

Soon things started to return to normal. I could hear the familiar sound of meaningless twopaw chatter. I popped my head around the door and was greeted with a feast of tabby treats. It was late. They were happy. I was happy; but what was it all about?

Major event!!!

2005-05-26T17:30:00.000+01:00

Something big is in the air. I don't know what it is. Debris is not back yet. Bignose seems excited but tense.

I think I will keep a low profile until I understand what is going on.

Use the paws II

2005-05-25T08:00:00.000+01:00

I am having problems with the new sofa. Frequently when I jump onto it, I slip. Occasionally, although I don’t like to admit it, I fall off.

I would normally use the claws to grip, but if I do Debris or Bignose tell me off. It seems that using the claws on the new sofa is "the path to the dark side!" Instead I should "use the paws".

So that is where this "use the paws" thing came from. They tell me "the paws is strong in me", but that is not even grammatical.

Use the paws!

2005-05-24T16:46:00.000+01:00

Sorry there was no entry yesterday; no access to the computer.

They were both out all day. Debris left as usual in the morning. Soon after, out goes Bignose. He did not return until nearly 5 - Debris came back soon after.

Then just when I was ready to restart my daily campaign for my share in their dinner, off they went again for the whole evening.

They arrived back late, said a quick hello, told me to "use the paws" and then went to bed. Use the paws? I use them every day! They don’t have to tell me. What was all that about?

Face Pack

2005-05-21T01:11:00.000+01:00

Debris scared the wits out of me yesterday. She appeared at the door with green mud all over her face. I was so puzzled I slunk off to my mogular bed for a few hours to sleep on it.

You know curiosity and cats though. I had to know why she had mud on her face - green mud at that! So I abandoned my sleep, crept behind a chair and listened. Surely enough, a little while later, I overheard the explanation: It cleans the paws!

I thought this was a bit of a waste since twopaws, by definition, only have two paws; and they are no where near their face. So I ran over, leapt up and tried to wipe my paws on the green cleansing mud. They could do with a wash!

Now the strange thing is, despite the obvious logic in my actions, Debris lifted me off and made it perfectly clear that I was not to try it again! They have no common sense these twopaws.

Mogular Access Point

2005-05-18T14:34:00.000+01:00

So back to my earlier mogular life.

I was kept in doors at flat for two weeks when I first arrived. Some nonsense about getting lost if I was let out before getting to know the place. During this time I was escorted out of flat daily on a mogular lead. As I understand it the purpose of this was to help me learn to navigate the corridor and stairs to flat before being allowed out on my own. These twopaws really do fuss don't they!

During this time Bignose installed a mogular access point in the front door. This is a clever little device with a transparent swinging flap that provides access to the outside world for the moggie.

So after two weeks I was free again. Free to wander in the mid day sunshine and the dark of the night. Free to establish a new territory. Free to go to the toilet without being seen! Of course I never got lost; always knew the way back. I know when I am on to a good thing.

Names

2005-05-18T01:20:00.000+01:00

Short entry today. I didn't get my full 20 hours sleep in so I am feeling a bit tired.

I am not very good at names, not twopaw names anyway. My current twopaw servants, of the past ten years, have strange names. The male is call Anne Drew, or Anne Dee; sound like girls' names to me! The female is called Debbo Rarr; now that is what I call a mogular name! Rarr is the noise I make when I am angry.

I struggle with twopaw names though so I know them as Bignose and Debris.

Of course, being a cat, I have lots of names. More on that soon.

The real Anglesey Tabby?

2005-05-16T09:52:00.000+01:00

They brought me this picture too. It is from the garden at Anglesey Abbey.

This must have been the real Anglesey Tabby. Looks like a fine cat to me!

The real Anglesey Tabby?

Anglesey Abbey

2005-05-16T09:46:00.000+01:00

Alright so I got it wrong! I am not very good at names. They went to see Anglesey Abbey.

They brought this picture for me. Just a big house with a big garden as far as I can see. They seemed to like it though.

Anglesey Abbey

Anglesey Tabby

2005-05-14T22:14:00.000+01:00

I over heard the twopaws say they are going to see Anglesey Tabby. I want to go too. They won't take me :( Who is Anglesey Tabby? I have not heard the name on the mogular network.

They say they will bring me a picture. What good is a picture?

I want to meet Anglesey Tabby.

:(

Helping

2005-05-12T17:06:00.000+01:00

Helping Bignose with his work today :)

A little help goes a long way :)

Flat

2005-05-12T12:53:00.000+01:00

So back to my earlier mogular life.

Woodgrange turned out to be very different to Wood Green. The twopaws called it flat. It didn't seem very flat though. Up two flights of stairs and along a big open corridor.

First day was fun - exploring every corner of every room of flat. The twopaws kept putting me in the mogular toilet. Don't know why. When I popped into the mogular toilet much later to go, you know, go; they seemed very pleased.

There was mogular sustenance in abundance! There were also special snacks the twopaws fed me from their hands. They called them tabby treats. I call them meeeoow!

I'm back!

2005-05-11T03:45:00.000+01:00

I'm back. I had a great time. Special mogular sustenance every day.

I stayed in a little country village with Ron and Judy. They are known for their hospitality across the mogular world. Stories of their mogularity still circulate the mogular network from the days of the great ginger mogs; Sandy and Kimmie. Batty still echoes through the ether.

Things were going so well I was sick all over the living room floor one day. How we laughed together! That would not have been allowed at home.

Mogular holiday

2005-04-28T21:06:00.000+01:00

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

Dream come true?

2005-04-28T20:57:00.000+01:00

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?

2005-04-23T17:29:00.000+01:00

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

2005-04-23T17:24:00.000+01:00

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

2005-04-23T16:29:00.000+01:00

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

Back to the early days

2005-04-23T16:28:00.000+01:00

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!

2005-04-23T16:27:00.000+01:00

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

2005-04-23T16:26:00.000+01:00

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

2005-04-23T16:25:00.000+01:00

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

2005-04-23T16:24:00.001+01:00

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?

2005-04-23T16:24:00.000+01:00

Well this is me

My friend Kevin from PhotoBiz took this picture for me.

It's a mogular world

2005-04-23T16:23:00.000+01:00

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