Am I a teenager yet?

OK, so I have not written anything for two weeks. Well I have been busy. Busy having fun and trying to grow up so that I don't fall through the stairs and still stay young and playful so I can race up behind Fluffy and leap on his tail.

That's his fault for waving it about like a semaphore flag.

What does he expect me to do? ignore it?

It's like waving a red rag in front of a bull, or dangling a carrot in front of a donkey or a mouse in front of me.

That reminds me.

Mum bought me a new rat the other day - it was brown and looked rather naughty to me, so I picked it up in my mouth and hid it under the bed.

I'll deal with it later.

Recently, I discovered a contraption that my humans call a television. There are things that move inside it. I have tried to see what is going on behind but all I can find are wires.

Sometimes there are humans or other animals stuck inside this giant box on the wall - I am not sure how they get out.

I wonder if I sit in front of it, whether the humans will sit and look at me instead?

The question at hand is whether I am turning into a teenager.

The other morning, the alarm went off, I heard it and I heard Mum get up. But I didn't, I stayed in bed. That's what teenagers do.

Mum took me down for breakfast, but I didn't like the smell of the cat food, I mean it stank. How can I eat something like that?

So I refused my food.

That got her worried.

She cooked me fresh chicken.

That can't be bad.

Maybe I should try being a teenager more often?

Mice and Men, or is it Mice and Rats?

During the day, I find myself visiting three countries and sometimes taking the human plane down the stairs to the kitchen. But mostly, I travel between the master bedroom country, the bathroom country and the study. 

I wasn't really chewing wires, honest!

Wow the study is interesting. Full of nooks and crannies - and wires! 

And then there's that Google thing, I am giving it a miss for the moment. It couldn't handle the number of characters I typed in the url search yesterday. 

Maybe Google doesn't believe in infinity?

So, after having a good chew at the iPhone sync cord, I noticed that there was a contraption that my human kept moving around. 

It definitely required some investigation.

Where is the head?

The perplexing thing about this contraption is that it is called a mouse. A computer mouse. So, I suppose it belongs to the computer? 

And there is that Google thing again. 

Now, how does this move?

Strange. 

So I took a look.

I thought that a mouse was supposed to have a head.

And a tail.

This is definitely not the right type of mouse to be playing cat and mouse with.

I think my human realised as this afternoon she brought me a white rat with a pink tail. 

This is just the best!

Practicing my rat catcher skills

Finally, I get to practice my rat and mice catching and killing skills! 

This will come in very useful at some point in time. 



I am not quite sure why it will be useful. 

So far I have not encountered any rats or mice in the three countries I have visited, nor the one down the stairs. 

Although, I have met the huge fluffy white cat again. I am getting rather skilled at Christmas-treeing my tail and giving him a scare. 

I suppose that is what you call a scaredy cat.