Well, it is I, Daisy the cat and I would like to discuss the happenings of last night.
I was walking over the table in the dining room as I want to do at times.....it is MY table after all, when the alpha male started calling "Oi, Daisy. Daisy. Oi, hey, oi Daisy" while waving his arms around in a vague and annoying manner.
Well honestly, I was so put out that he "oi'ed" me I sat down and gave him my best "Are you a complete idiot all the time?" stare. I mean what did he want me to do? I couldn't see anything in the air for him to be waving his arms at that he might have wanted me to catch.....as if I would for him anyway, hehe. And I am far to superior for him to be directing "oi's" at thank you very much.
The longer I stared, the more he waved his arms around. Stupid man. It was highly disturbing.
After a wee while AFH said "Daisy, please get off the table". So I did. But I still haven't worked out what the other oaf was on about.
This man disturbs me greatly and I am now working on a plan to get him outside with the dogs.
You would think that Jaz, the grey cat, would want to work with me on this. She dislikes him nearly as much as I, Daisy, do. But she hates everyone equally I think. So I, Daisy, must come up with a workable plan for the other cats to follow. They will do as I say of course, it is just a matter of time.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Males and Fleas
Today both male humans went away on "camp". I'm unsure what this camp is, but have watched tv and seen male human on there called Carson that AFH called camp. Sounds sick to me.
The males packed a lot of stuff into interesting smelling bags and packs, but on careful inspection I see alpha male has left much stuff in bedroom he shares with AFH. I am most disappointed. Alpha male belongs in kennels with dogs. He takes up too much room, makes too much noise and does not respect me, Daisy The Cat, as he should. Stupid man.
Young human male sulks alot. He needs more practice at this to become as aloof as me though. I hope this camping business is good for him.
I have invented new game with AFH. It is fun. When she goes to bed I wait for her to get comfortable reading her book then I sit in front of book. She sighs and mutters but because I am Daisy she does not push me out of way. She will hold up blankets for me to climb in but I make her wait, as I am not to be rushed.
I do not like the medications they inflict on me. One is for flea's! But I, Daisy, would never have fleas. The other one is for worms. How disgusting. I do not eat worms - the birds do and I am cat not bird. I have developed a technique to spit the worm tablet very far. I am aiming to get it passed the television but as yet can only bounce the nasty pill off the front of it. The problem is they only give medicines every three moon cycles, so I, Daisy, forgot. I will keep better track of cycles from now on so I am prepared for the assault next time.
I am going to bed now to try and rub much of this "flea treatment" off. I think I will rub in males half of big bed. He is much more likely to have flea than me, Daisy.
Bye for now.
The males packed a lot of stuff into interesting smelling bags and packs, but on careful inspection I see alpha male has left much stuff in bedroom he shares with AFH. I am most disappointed. Alpha male belongs in kennels with dogs. He takes up too much room, makes too much noise and does not respect me, Daisy The Cat, as he should. Stupid man.
Young human male sulks alot. He needs more practice at this to become as aloof as me though. I hope this camping business is good for him.
I have invented new game with AFH. It is fun. When she goes to bed I wait for her to get comfortable reading her book then I sit in front of book. She sighs and mutters but because I am Daisy she does not push me out of way. She will hold up blankets for me to climb in but I make her wait, as I am not to be rushed.
I do not like the medications they inflict on me. One is for flea's! But I, Daisy, would never have fleas. The other one is for worms. How disgusting. I do not eat worms - the birds do and I am cat not bird. I have developed a technique to spit the worm tablet very far. I am aiming to get it passed the television but as yet can only bounce the nasty pill off the front of it. The problem is they only give medicines every three moon cycles, so I, Daisy, forgot. I will keep better track of cycles from now on so I am prepared for the assault next time.
I am going to bed now to try and rub much of this "flea treatment" off. I think I will rub in males half of big bed. He is much more likely to have flea than me, Daisy.
Bye for now.
Friday, March 9, 2007
Photo
I see AFH (alpha female human) has supplied a picture of me.
I must say, this is a very poor picture and does not show me in my true glory. But it did remind me that AFH mentioned a wee while back that someone on Trademe message boards stated there is no such thing as a Black Burmese. She went on to say that this meant I was only half Burmese and didn't have "papers".
What utter rot. Silly woman. I have seen papers, they are one of the blue books on the bookshelf that travels with me to the vet. I have seen the human writing and will report this. It says name Daisy (of course), then species - cat (only a human would need this clarified for them. How silly, of course I am cat). Then it says breed. This is the bit I am interested in. It says Burmese X. Humans seem to have a problem with the "X" - I know that it means "Burmese - that's it.....nothing else". Mummy was a Burmese and silly humans need to understand cat more and human less.
Then it says (DSH). Now, humans seems to have a problem with this too so I will clarify it for you. DSH means "Don't Stop Honouring"! ( I will clarify the DLH for you as well as you have a problem here as well.............this means "Don't Leave Hungry"). I don't know why both are not on every "paper" because the rules are quite obvious really.
I don't know where they come up with this "Domestic Short Hair" business. I am definitely not anything as common as "domestic" and I don't have hair. Get it right. PT.............fffffft, oh look, I've got quite upset now and my fur has fluffed in places it is going to take the rest of the day to re-groom. I am going to lie in front of my mirror so I can gaze at my gorgeous face and calm down. Please do not disrupt this activity. It is highly important. fffffffffttt!
I must say, this is a very poor picture and does not show me in my true glory. But it did remind me that AFH mentioned a wee while back that someone on Trademe message boards stated there is no such thing as a Black Burmese. She went on to say that this meant I was only half Burmese and didn't have "papers".
What utter rot. Silly woman. I have seen papers, they are one of the blue books on the bookshelf that travels with me to the vet. I have seen the human writing and will report this. It says name Daisy (of course), then species - cat (only a human would need this clarified for them. How silly, of course I am cat). Then it says breed. This is the bit I am interested in. It says Burmese X. Humans seem to have a problem with the "X" - I know that it means "Burmese - that's it.....nothing else". Mummy was a Burmese and silly humans need to understand cat more and human less.
Then it says (DSH). Now, humans seems to have a problem with this too so I will clarify it for you. DSH means "Don't Stop Honouring"! ( I will clarify the DLH for you as well as you have a problem here as well.............this means "Don't Leave Hungry"). I don't know why both are not on every "paper" because the rules are quite obvious really.
I don't know where they come up with this "Domestic Short Hair" business. I am definitely not anything as common as "domestic" and I don't have hair. Get it right. PT.............fffffft, oh look, I've got quite upset now and my fur has fluffed in places it is going to take the rest of the day to re-groom. I am going to lie in front of my mirror so I can gaze at my gorgeous face and calm down. Please do not disrupt this activity. It is highly important. fffffffffttt!
Greetings
Hello people. Daisy The Cat here.
I thought it was time for an enthralling installment from me, Daisy The Cat. I am not just any cat, I am "The Cat". For those of you who don't know my tale, I am 3 years old and arrived at this new home about 4 or 5 months ago. It has been a long learning curve for the humans in this house, but slowly they are learning my rules!
This business of calling me Crazy Daisy has petered out. I mean who did they think they were; messing with my name? I may not have known my mother for long but, by golly, she taught me the ways of a Burmese and one of those ways is not to let anyone mess with your name!
While they have stopped with the silly Crazy Daisy stuff, they have introduced a new word when introducing me..........emo. "Emo Daisy". I will assume it is part of this funny 'Maori' language the boy human brings home, and perhaps described my colour or status (of which I have made sure is strictly noted as top of the heap thank you very much). Maori has lots of vowels in it, so I chose to be right there. I was rather impressed with the new collar the 'emo' word earned me. It is rather spiffy black with red spikes around it. Ever so flash and slightly tough......which is good as the horrible dogs don't have one so, ergo, I am tougher than them. Which I knew already of course, but they need telling daily. Stupid dogs!
I have started rewarding the alpha female human (AFH) with small amounts of very low key purring. She gets ever so pleased when I do and, as she brings me treats such as sardines, I don't mind the ocassional softening towards her. She serves me well. The alpha male human (PIG) on the other hand is going to feel my wrath very shortly. I am seriously considering depositing my next furball in his shoe. Horrid male turns me upside down onto my back and rubs my stomach. He mutters "You want a nice belly rub?" while doing it. NO I DO NOT! And will he learn? Will he heck.........I spit and growl my displeasure at him, and he laughs. Not nearly good enough in the respect stakes let me tell you! Stupid man!
I have been showing them my skills at hunting. I have brought in several moths now, but for some reason they fall about laughing making statements about "fags" hanging from "washerwomens mouths" or some such statement. Coronation Street (whatever that is) gets a mention while they are laughing and how they should put a scarf on my head with some rollers. It all sounds far too silly and juvenile for my liking, and they are not nearly as impressed as they should be.
I heard the alpha female say to her male hunter that I wanted to be friends with the other cats but just didn't have the skills to make the transition. Pfffft - as if!. By golly humans can be silly. I am friends with the strange little ginger Garfield. He is far too corny to take offence to and just wants cuddles and play. He is good for the early morning game of tag, though he can be a little forward sometimes. The other two cats will bow to my superior will in time. You just see if they don't.
Well, it is time to go and disrupt the sleeping arrangements some more. That is one of my favourite past-times. TTFN.
I thought it was time for an enthralling installment from me, Daisy The Cat. I am not just any cat, I am "The Cat". For those of you who don't know my tale, I am 3 years old and arrived at this new home about 4 or 5 months ago. It has been a long learning curve for the humans in this house, but slowly they are learning my rules!
This business of calling me Crazy Daisy has petered out. I mean who did they think they were; messing with my name? I may not have known my mother for long but, by golly, she taught me the ways of a Burmese and one of those ways is not to let anyone mess with your name!
While they have stopped with the silly Crazy Daisy stuff, they have introduced a new word when introducing me..........emo. "Emo Daisy". I will assume it is part of this funny 'Maori' language the boy human brings home, and perhaps described my colour or status (of which I have made sure is strictly noted as top of the heap thank you very much). Maori has lots of vowels in it, so I chose to be right there. I was rather impressed with the new collar the 'emo' word earned me. It is rather spiffy black with red spikes around it. Ever so flash and slightly tough......which is good as the horrible dogs don't have one so, ergo, I am tougher than them. Which I knew already of course, but they need telling daily. Stupid dogs!
I have started rewarding the alpha female human (AFH) with small amounts of very low key purring. She gets ever so pleased when I do and, as she brings me treats such as sardines, I don't mind the ocassional softening towards her. She serves me well. The alpha male human (PIG) on the other hand is going to feel my wrath very shortly. I am seriously considering depositing my next furball in his shoe. Horrid male turns me upside down onto my back and rubs my stomach. He mutters "You want a nice belly rub?" while doing it. NO I DO NOT! And will he learn? Will he heck.........I spit and growl my displeasure at him, and he laughs. Not nearly good enough in the respect stakes let me tell you! Stupid man!
I have been showing them my skills at hunting. I have brought in several moths now, but for some reason they fall about laughing making statements about "fags" hanging from "washerwomens mouths" or some such statement. Coronation Street (whatever that is) gets a mention while they are laughing and how they should put a scarf on my head with some rollers. It all sounds far too silly and juvenile for my liking, and they are not nearly as impressed as they should be.
I heard the alpha female say to her male hunter that I wanted to be friends with the other cats but just didn't have the skills to make the transition. Pfffft - as if!. By golly humans can be silly. I am friends with the strange little ginger Garfield. He is far too corny to take offence to and just wants cuddles and play. He is good for the early morning game of tag, though he can be a little forward sometimes. The other two cats will bow to my superior will in time. You just see if they don't.
Well, it is time to go and disrupt the sleeping arrangements some more. That is one of my favourite past-times. TTFN.
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