Monthly Archives: September 2013

Friends and Enemies

This is me waiting for my nemesis.

This is me waiting for my nemesis.

When I was a youngster, there weren’t many other moggies around in the neighbourhood. The human is fun sometimes, but you know, you need to hang out with other four-legged creatures or amuse yourself with other critters.

For many years, I tolerated the furry dudes with even bigger tails than mine. I admit I was envious of Biff, a brush-tail possum. Other brushies would challenge him and there would be a big scuffle. Whoa! Did they make a racket. It was scary, even for the human. You wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him with those huge claws, plus he was hefty and almost as big as me.

I became mates with Pippy, a ringtail. He was smaller and gentle. We’d hang out at night after I had patrolled my domain. Geez, was he agile, zipping along the high wires. He could out-climb me. Didn’t care for his tucker though – all that green stuff, fruit and flowers.

Flowers in my territory.

Flowers in my territory.

These days there are heaps of moggies around. Currently I’m confronting a young one, a smarty paws. He’s been sitting on the bench where I lounge in the backyard and dare I say it, perching in my spot on the front window sill. Every day he’s been loitering in the front garden. The upstart is now invading the backyard as well. It’s outrageous.

We have eyeballed each other from either side of the window – me inside sitting on the wooden chest, him below crouched in the garden. The human came running when we started yowling. I felt brave on the other side. Suddenly, he leapt onto the ledge and I did too, almost knocking myself out.

The human seemed concerned but was also grinning. ‘You’ve got to stand up to him Smudge, or he’ll take over your territory.’

So, each day instead of snoozing I’d wait for him. The tip of my tail would flick from side to side. Sometimes I’d doze off and he’d appear. I caught the human talking to him when she went outside. The same soft voice she uses with me. She was crouched down and had her hand out – TRAITOR. When the human came back I glared at her. He’s not my friend, (I’ve brought some home before), but I have to admit he’s a good-looking moggie with large tan splotches on white fur… but I’m chunkier, fluffier and more handsome.

That night after miaowing, the human found me waiting to go outside. She left both the front and wire doors ajar. ‘Go Smudgee.’

As I slipped through, my nose twitched and my challenger slunk around the corner.

With an arched back and bristling fur I faced him, letting out a mighty yowl. He did too. For a moment we were frozen, then circled each other. With my tail low, eyes now slits, I slowly crept forward. My paws were wobbling. Our yowls turned into screeches… Turning, I dodged a powerful swipe from the enemy and raced through the open doors, brushing past the human, retreating to another room. It was time to rest.






Hi Moggie Fans,

Humans are easily amused. If you bat a ball, pounce on a toy mouse or run after a piece of string, they think it’s hilarious. By keeping them entertained and chasing after you, it also keeps them agile and you can have fun too. My favourite game is hide and seek chasey.

To indicate playtime to the human, I jump in front of her and stand with my body arched and fur puffed out. ‘Are you scared? It’s time for action.’ As I dash past, I nip her lower leg. She yelps and jumps up, but I’ve bolted into the another room and am hiding behind the couch.

Thud, thud. The human strides across the floor calling out.

I’m squashed between the couch and the wall. My tail is sticking out. but I can’t stop it twitching.

Suddenly she grabs it, but I wriggle out of her clutches. I pop out from the other end, sprinting past doors and rooms. She lunges after me. ‘You can’t catch me… over here.’ The big cupboard door isn’t shut tight. I sprint towards it and slip in. Sitting upright, I don’t move, not even a whisker.

The door fully opens and the human bends down. ‘I can see you.’

Scrambling out and hurtling down the floor, I retreat to another room waiting in pounce position till she finds me. A couple more times around will tire her out.

Above is a picture of me hiding under her dressing table. I want to swipe her foot, but I can’t see that well.

I’ve had enough. Time for a snooze.


Training Your Human

Snacks in in bowl.

Snacks in my bowl.

Humans aren’t too bright. They like to think that they’re the ‘Top Cat’, but we know who the superior ones are! With a bit of training and rewards (smooches), you will soon have yours wrapped around your paw. Start with food training…

Step 1:  Sit in front of the cupboard or cold storage and miaow. If you don’t get your human’s attention then scratch the drawer or door. Only the really slow ones don’t get it. If this fails, try clawing or biting their ankle.

Step 2:  While your human is getting your dinner do some smooching around their legs, but try not to trip them over. It makes them think that you’re grateful… but really, you just want them to hurry up.

Once food is in your bowl, ignore them and scoff it down.


This is what I'd like.

This is what I’d like.


Waiting for the human to blog.

Me waiting for the human to write my blog.

Apologies Moggie Fans,

The human has been slack and hasn’t recorded my thoughts. She can be a bit grumpy at times  and is currently ignoring me to do her own thing. Unbelievable! I hope she will be in a better mood after a snooze.

Until then,