tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43973888180331999212011-11-28T11:57:14.613+11:00Leo is a Maine Coon cat (a 6 month old kitten when he starts writing his blog). Learn about Leo's world through the eyes of a precious pussycat.leonoreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-3934928824523822852009-12-29T12:55:00.000+11:002009-12-29T12:55:10.301+11:00

Most of Dr JO's posts can be found at her website blog. Please check it out

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-86075024432378513702009-12-24T12:40:00.001+11:002009-12-24T13:51:59.339+11:00

the humiliation - utter humiliation... but i look good don't I? Have a puuurrrfect xmas everyone.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-42715065780267276862009-12-10T10:50:00.001+11:002009-12-10T10:51:04.276+11:00

Cats vs Dogs.  Which would you pick as the winner? Obviously cats What is wrong with the people at New Scientist? How could they come to the conclusion they did?! Wrong! So wrong! Check out my mum's blog on the subject.

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$$$Priceless!What would you spend? Read more

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-43109092064338773932009-08-11T10:13:00.005+10:002009-08-11T10:33:16.918+10:00

Mum said she was staying at home cos it is raining. Great -cuddles. On no, but this means Chilli dog is staying at home too. No walks means I get it. Big time! Well I'll show her who's boss. Got to get to high ground then swat, bite, use all the weapons while maintaining a look of superiority.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-82783937827063344382009-07-30T10:33:00.001+10:002009-08-11T10:38:22.383+10:00

"Happy Birthday to Me.Happy Birthday to MeHappy Birthday Dear LeoHappy Birthday to Me!!!"Here I am in my fav pressie- a box!

leonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-59514601901157251892009-07-27T15:59:00.005+10:002009-07-27T16:17:54.657+10:00

I hope some cats are reading this. Are you left or right pawed? Chances are if you're a boy like me, then you are left pawed. That's right, boys are left, girls are right (well, they're wrong really!)Scientists looked at cats and how we use our paws. Test One- They put a bit of tuna at the bottom of an empty jar,the watched how we attempted to extract the food treat. Easy -anyway we can! Whatever

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-29682915069981579912009-07-11T17:47:00.003+10:002009-07-11T17:50:12.835+10:00

Dogs, dogs... it's all about dogs!!Delta Society Australia has a Pet Partner, therapy dog program. You can see and read about the Therapy Dog of the Week here. No cats allowed! It's unfair!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-48784757321471123612009-07-11T11:35:00.000+10:002009-07-11T11:35:00.714+10:00

My brother Clyde likes milk but only when he can steal it. He likes to dip his paw in the glass and lick it. When I try that, I just knock over the glass.P.S. Did you notice that Clyde is left-pawed?

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-54465089012834830752009-06-15T16:02:00.002+10:002009-06-15T16:04:26.446+10:00

I have grown. I continue to grow. I will be the biggest cat ever. I'm on my way.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-72315530646300264622009-06-05T18:22:00.006+10:002009-06-05T18:29:59.875+10:00

We had visitors today. I liked them. I stalked them. But... I couldn't catch them. One day I will, I will.They sat on the chimney and looked down on me. Then they swam in the pool. Silly animals. We have a pond with yummy fish and snails and they choose a cold pool. Then they swam round and round,round and round, round and round.You won't catch me doing that. No way am I going in the pool.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-82514696268491179892009-05-28T10:42:00.005+10:002009-05-28T10:59:16.720+10:00

Hey I've been busy doing things that cats do napping, eating, grooming and napping again cos it's tiring doing cat things. Occasionally I play with the puppy. She thinks I like her. Aren't puppies gullible?My respect is all for cats. Take my brother Clyde. He's 17 years old. That alone deserves respect. I like to sleep back to back with him. He's warm. He likes snoozing too. He snoozes even more

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-91435758599581711442009-05-22T11:27:00.000+10:002009-05-28T11:28:51.801+10:00

People take note. Human quote: "How we behave towards cats determines our status in heaven." Robert Heinlein.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-64269085925485569992009-05-17T10:05:00.003+10:002009-05-17T10:14:15.865+10:00

Unbelievable it may sound but it's true. Cat pee gets everywhere. Even into wine... ;-)

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-88077630170058280012009-05-15T17:02:00.005+10:002009-05-15T17:18:57.193+10:00

ILove big cats.I am a big cat. well technically I am a small cat. Small cats purr. Big cats don't. I am big, bigger, going to be the biggest!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-36285565171244160552009-05-14T10:30:00.002+10:002009-05-14T10:33:22.419+10:00

I really should start to Twitter. Cats who Twitter are popular. Just read about Socks! 500,000 fans. I wonder if they all feed him!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-23748218224755887652009-05-13T13:27:00.002+10:002009-05-13T13:31:41.916+10:00

People thinkthat cats are hunters.I have never caught anything.I'm sure I could if I tried. I choose not to.Cats can live alongside mice and rats. We can be friends. Humans just need to introduce us early - and carefully. I might like one rat but I won't like others. I like my ferret Thunder but I don't like Lightning. She's too rough. She's too rough even for the puppy! We cats are gentle

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-44263831309165284492009-05-11T11:42:00.008+10:002009-05-11T11:54:22.075+10:00

Believe it or not, I'm not talking about myself today.I know, it's difficult to imagine a day that's not about Leo the lion!There are other amazing animals on this planet. Check out this top ten amazing animals. Many of my favourites are in the top ten - birds, fish, rats. Yes they are pretty special althoughI've never caught any. One day... but enough about me...I draw your attention to no.6,

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-80842713977056803872009-05-09T16:33:00.004+10:002009-05-09T16:39:37.387+10:00

My mum says cats have different personalitites. So do dogs, she says. Yeah, right. Dogs are grumpy. Dogs are anti-social.They have no personality.Mum says she meets a lot of Clawing Cuddles. Here her personality profile..."Cuddles has typical feline attributes… sharp claws and she knows how to use them. While the furniture suffers occasionally, it is generally attacks on human flesh that generate

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-14289720832099229832009-05-06T22:09:00.005+10:002009-05-06T22:16:17.649+10:00

Mums are special. We kittens have cat mums. But we are lucky. We also have a human mum. I love my human mum. But probably not as much as my human mum loves me.Mum says "Let me have a sleep in on mother's day, please?"I say "Let's get up earlier than ever and celebrate!"Mum loves me.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-41649550307607994152009-05-05T17:48:00.003+10:002009-05-05T17:52:37.066+10:00

Remember way back I told you how irresistible phone chargers were?Well nothing has changed. This weekend, I devoured two. Two tasty phonechargers. Can't think why my mum got annoyed. She was asleep when i did it. She bought another oneand I tried to eat it through the packaging. Can't find where she's put it now but I will...

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-62044841784199847282009-05-04T11:47:00.003+10:002009-05-04T11:52:21.174+10:00

My mum (Dr Jo) goes on the radio every week.Sometimes she talks about me. I listen to her at home.My mum answers questions from all sorts of pet owners who don't know why their animals do what they do. My mum knows all the answers. She thinks I'm perfect. Sometimes she says I'm not but she knows I really am PERFECT. In fact I really don't know why she doesn't talk about me all of the time!You can

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-16549235602766487162009-05-01T22:35:00.003+10:002009-05-01T22:42:02.232+10:00

My mum, Dr Jo's agrees "There are two means of refuge from the misery of life -music and cats" (Albert Schweitzer) and ask if she can add a third "wine".I say "Take time to sniff the flowers". (BTW I don't have time to smell the flowers.This is not me.I'm much better looking!)

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-79970446784805989952009-04-30T12:51:00.003+10:002009-04-30T13:00:37.323+10:00

I thought that when I grew up I was going to be a lion!Need to rethink - Tiger, tiger!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-18921100617618456932009-04-29T12:52:00.001+10:002009-04-29T12:52:00.132+10:00

Cat's motto "No matter what you've done wrong, always try to make it look like the dog did it"

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-31405535579987189812009-04-28T12:32:00.001+10:002009-04-28T12:32:00.740+10:00

People say that cats are aloof, a bit stand-offish. Just becaause we don't come running when you walk in the door. we just have better things to do... like sleeping and washing our paw. You have to work at a relationship. YOU have to work at our relationship.Things you can do to ensure we like you.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-45228643789616999352009-04-27T16:16:00.005+10:002009-04-27T16:23:00.427+10:00

Cats are fastidiously clean animals.We do not have toileting accidents as our owners sometimes say. There are reasons for "missing" that litter tray...don't like the tray/litter/positionit's just not clean enoughanother cat is ambushing uswe are stressedit hurts to go (take us to the vet)My mum (Dr Jo) sees lots of cat with this "problem". If you need to find out more, read here.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-75808975703945759512009-04-22T11:17:00.003+10:002009-04-22T11:41:57.658+10:00

Cats can be trained too. It's just that we'd rather not devotedly follow everything you ask us to do. If we're sleeping, eating, washing, watching lizards or just sitting contemplating life, for instance, why would we want to "sit", "fetch" or "come"?Dogs on the other hand slavishly do whatever you ask. Fools! Have a look at this specimen of the canine species (go on, it's fun!) - I rest my case!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-45835703146506270442009-04-21T19:06:00.002+10:002009-04-21T19:10:03.548+10:00

I like to keep an eye on things. I can even sleep with one eye open. And night times - cats were made for night time. We can see in the dark - due to our cat's eyes. Mum (Dr Jo) says its a layer at the back of our eye called the tapetum which reflects light. All I know is that cat's eyes in the middle of the road were named after us. Perfect!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-82678422563914381672009-04-20T13:33:00.002+10:002009-04-20T13:36:16.662+10:00

Cats are fascinating creatures. We should make it into the news more often. Check out these feline stories at Dr Jo's Pet News.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-76084089496737670282009-04-17T15:01:00.001+10:002009-04-20T15:04:56.577+10:00

...where they don't belong. Why do dogs have such large, wet ones?Can;t they be morerefined like we kittens. Cats don't put their noses into other people's business. They put their whole body. Curiosity is our middle name.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-71346609225155290112009-04-16T15:12:00.004+10:002009-04-16T15:21:39.867+10:00

Some cats are bullies. Not me. I just like to get my way by being biggest, fastest, most loved etc etc. It would be possible to be bullied in several places:at the litter tray - but together with my brothers and sister, we use time partitioning to determine whos turn it isat the food dish- but I'm always firston mum's bed - i can shareDr Jo has more tips on bullying cats:1. Give all cats in the

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-79614903072691520232009-04-15T10:10:00.007+10:002009-04-15T10:22:13.999+10:00

Mum (Dr Jo) was talking cats all Easter weekend at the Sydney Royal Purina cat show. She asked people lots of questions (and not many knew the answers!). Can you do better? Here's some trivia questions about cats for you to guess (oops, answer knowledgably!):How many teeth do cats have?How many whiskers are on either side of the cat's nose and mouth?Are more cats left pawed, right pawed or

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-32711139805422933882009-04-15T09:00:00.003+10:002009-04-15T12:29:38.576+10:00

Here's a glimpse of all my animal family members with my mum Dr Jo. Who is the fairest of them all, I ask you?

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Did I mention the other family members? The unmentionables. The f-words. Ferrets. Meet Thunder and Lightening. They like to curl up together to sleep.When they are out of their cage, I watch out.Thunder can be fun. He explores and will play with me. Lightning just wants to eat me. I know I'm bigger than her.Much bigger! But I'm not braver.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-48617798700844959372009-04-09T13:46:00.002+10:002009-04-09T13:51:34.068+10:00

Cats are threatening fish. No way! I like fish. I have a pond in the garden. I watch the fish. I don't eat them. Never. I don;t eat familymembers. And anyway, that would mean getting wet. No way. I'm a cat.They must be wrong. We are not a threat. I do like a spot of fish for dinner on occasions though. Not a whole ocean.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-50781837978474946072009-04-08T16:03:00.002+10:002009-04-08T16:05:23.531+10:00

If this cat is worth $2 million, I must be priceless!!!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-79501909558216233702009-04-07T10:14:00.004+10:002009-04-07T10:18:50.868+10:00

Dogs are ugly. All cats know that. My mum Dr Jo says that people look like their dogs .I guess all the good looking people own cats.Message to all other cats- have you looked in the mirror recently? I recommend it.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-91550621978189846982009-04-06T09:18:00.003+10:002009-04-06T09:24:48.235+10:00

The Naming Of Cats by T. S. EliotThe Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,It isn't just one of your holiday games;You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatterWhen I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--All of them sensible everyday

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-91438503737157047102009-04-04T09:08:00.000+11:002009-04-06T09:46:04.587+10:00

Owner devotion is everything.It is a necessity to cats.Some people think we are aloof but we enjoy the tease :)

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-90716811685750327462009-04-03T09:01:00.000+11:002009-04-06T09:04:11.823+10:00

Get this humans! It is ok for me to 'stalk' or creep up slowly behind you.it is never okfor you to creep up behind me.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-2531986098209897232009-04-01T11:08:00.006+11:002009-04-01T11:19:47.213+11:00

They call me a stalker. As if! It's just a dog. It's just that I'm interested. I won't touch.I won't even sniff. Just watching. More of a voyeur that a stalker really.One day I will sort this dog out though. Playing with toys. That's my job. I don't play like her though. She's killing that treat ball, shaking it from side to side. That's what worries me. Could she shake me from side to side? The

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-76515958666381882692009-03-31T10:51:00.003+11:002009-03-31T10:59:09.719+11:00

They call this a dog. Half the size of me! I'll sort her out. Her name is Chilli. Chilli Pepper, Chilli hot dog. Chilli - Chilly - when I get into her bed and she has nowhere to sleep! Except that I caught her sleeping on mum's bed. Not fair! CATS UNITE!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-71345396533971930402009-03-29T12:12:00.000+11:002009-03-31T12:24:56.918+11:00

Well the labels might say "dog bed" but what's to stop a cat using it. I'm giving it a test run. And I quite like it. Very comfortable. Can someone bring me my Fancy Feast please? Fancy a snooze? I do... Goodnight

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-75023068484084458932009-03-28T10:07:00.000+11:002009-03-30T10:10:59.562+11:00

I've had to go into hiding. The family left really early this morning and came back with IT. That D word. I can't talk about it right now. Going into hiding...

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-64124901259231233982009-03-27T12:41:00.003+11:002009-03-27T12:51:10.523+11:00

I am so well groomed - well, most of the time. Sometimes I just like my fur to be all ruffled. Then I lie down on the sofa and everyone takes turns in grooming me. Oh the attention... I love it. And they love me.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-84582768991688638712009-03-26T11:59:00.006+11:002009-03-26T12:12:34.069+11:00

Yes, I know it's not the real thing. But it's not bad for a white, fluffy mouse. But i do stop to consider, has any cat out there ever seen a real live, white, fluffy mouse?!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-88092574791663544772009-03-25T13:48:00.003+11:002009-03-25T13:51:42.105+11:00

Something is definitely going on. Mum (Dr Jo) has weird smells on her. I know she works with animals and often smells "different"! Today her perfume is stronger than ever. It's 'Eau du dog'- I know it is!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-68308272536033122192009-03-24T10:57:00.003+11:002009-03-24T11:17:32.745+11:00

Grass is fun. You can roll in it. You can hide in it (when mum and dad don't cut it!). You can eat it too!And sometimes you can persuade your humans to do these too. Although I'm still working on the eating!

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-34053277494689854942009-03-23T11:42:00.003+11:002009-03-23T16:57:54.773+11:00

And here's Rush, my original brother, also a beautiful boy, like me. Can you see the family resemblance?

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-40225240167037007852009-03-23T11:34:00.004+11:002009-03-23T11:41:59.538+11:00

Being a much loved pet cat i have my family of humans and other animals. they all love me and think I am the most beautiful cat that lives in Sydney (and probably the world!).Being from a pedigreed family, I have an original family who are somewhat beautiful too. In fact my blood brother and sister seem to be winning lots of prizes. Best kitten, supreme in show - that's Boots, my original sister

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-91714026151820236142009-03-20T12:13:00.001+11:002009-03-20T12:13:33.968+11:00

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-72582109079613097942009-03-20T11:13:00.002+11:002009-03-20T11:16:24.248+11:00

Cats are not trivial. Far from it. We are very, very important. In fact, felines are fascinating. That's why my human mother, Dr Jo, studies us. She likes to find feeble, oops sorry, fascinating facts about us and let people know. You can read some here... cat facts

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-6306348855751712232009-03-20T09:44:00.002+11:002009-03-20T09:47:05.099+11:00

When you live in a multi-cat household it is important that you get to the feeding bowl first. Even when there are many bowls, it is important that you get to each one first as you get the choice of the best food. A growing cat needs lots of food. I always get to the food bowl first. Then my siblings join me.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-16145001290631140172009-03-19T12:01:00.004+11:002009-03-19T12:07:21.744+11:00

Oh no! My family has started talking the D word. D for you know what - large (or small), 4 legs and a tail, big teeth and a growl and they smell - a horrible wet, doggy odour. Why do humans want to live with such a smelly creature. Aren't felines good enough? Whoever said that canines are man's best friend had obviously never lived with me!When I arrived here there was a D-O-G. She was calm and

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-22863959675436384322009-03-17T10:58:00.003+11:002009-03-17T11:00:56.575+11:00

Boy you turn me! Cats can do amazing tricks. We can walk on water (well we could if we liked water!), we can suspend ourselves in mid-air. How clever we are (and modest too!!).

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-52120302993555178052009-03-16T11:31:00.000+11:002009-03-23T11:34:06.973+11:00

We kittens are affectionate. Sometimes I can't be bothered with cuddles but kisses, you can have one anytime, especially if you have been eating something tasty.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-8616448054796546852009-03-16T10:12:00.000+11:002009-04-15T10:17:11.826+10:00

Answers to trivia questions on April 15th 2009:No of teeth - 30No. of whiskers - 12Left pawedFront claws sharperCat flap

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-86644786594293513602009-03-14T14:59:00.005+11:002009-03-14T15:08:50.521+11:00

There is was - a chicken wing, raw, just lying there for the taking. I sniffed. I licked. What next? Was it meant to eat it.Now I love my food and I heard someone say "good for the teeth". Is this what they mean me to chew instead of phone chargers? I don't think so! Give me my Pro Plan anyday.

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-62791469985722367942009-03-13T09:33:00.004+11:002009-03-13T09:44:52.363+11:00

We cats like to be comfortable.If that means getting under your covers, then that's what we do.Tucked up warm and snug. Spreading out.Tips on sharing bed with human:It's important that you creep under the covers.Wait until they are fast asleep if you have to.Spread out to get as much room as possible but watch our for humans who roll over on top of your tail - gives you nightmares!Don't spread

leonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-58999521959059550792009-03-12T12:19:00.003+11:002009-03-12T12:24:21.466+11:00

Here's my best human friend. He loves me. He likes to carry me around like a baby in his arms or put my over his shoulder. Most cats would think "the indignity" but I don't mind. He loves me. He loves me lots.

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-66827213679292352642009-03-11T14:14:00.005+11:002009-03-11T16:16:03.695+11:00

I am almost perfect. Well, maybe that's just my opinion. Look at my latest artwork. Here is a mobile phone charger. It looks like a snake. I just had to attack. Success! I killed it.Well and truly dead!Mum says "It's his teeth. He's teething and needs to chew. I wish he'd behave!" I know she's just joking.She loves me. Everybody loves me. And I love them too. But I just love to chew phone

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-35245364218045007432009-03-11T14:10:00.003+11:002009-03-12T14:27:13.140+11:00

Here is Ginger again. He thinks he's an ornamental cat. Then he's allowed to sit on the dining table! I've tried this too but being a kitten, I can't sit still long enough.

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-25129885194219607962009-03-11T14:06:00.002+11:002009-03-11T14:10:08.889+11:00

We cats are masters of disguise. Take Ginger. Can you spot him? No I didn't think so.

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-15544441853276423382009-03-11T14:03:00.003+11:002009-03-11T14:06:12.059+11:00

People don't like when we cats hunt.And yet there is so much temptation. Take cockatoos. They land in my garden. They sqwuak. They tease me. I watch them. My mouth quivers. I want to pounce. When I do, they take off. One day...

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-15962261145601462102009-03-11T12:40:00.005+11:002009-03-11T12:48:43.185+11:00

My older sister is Mew. She is half Siamese, half tabby cat. She likes to hide from me and jumps out when I walk past. She doesn't like cuddles from me but I'll keep on trying to persuade her.

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-58079429774843700852009-03-11T11:27:00.007+11:002009-03-11T12:50:55.011+11:00

It is important to keep up to date with the day's activities. I like to lie on top of the newspaper and absorb. At the same time I can keep an eye on the family goings-on. I don't miss much!

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-8458605978223968712009-03-11T11:18:00.006+11:002009-03-11T12:46:40.741+11:00

Clyde is my oldest brother. He is 17 years old. he doesn't want to play but occasionally he lets me lick him or lie close by him. Other times it's a hiss and a spit and I'm off. Got to respect your elders.

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-57235009028542444132009-03-11T10:56:00.002+11:002009-03-11T11:00:11.139+11:00

Snoozing is one of the most important things a kitten can do. When we snooze, we grow. When you are a Maine Coon, you need to grow a lot! It is important to snooze in your most comfortable position, even if that means taking up the entire sofa. Other cats and owners just have to find somewhere else to sit!

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-45550398644957790202009-03-04T13:57:00.005+11:002009-03-11T13:05:00.438+11:00

Ginger is a ginger cat. He is my big brother (but not my biggest brother) and I like to play with him. Sometimes he is asleep and I creep up on him and pounce. Then he is not too happy! Mostly though he will wrestle with me. That's fun. Especially now that I am the same size as him.Here's Ginger snoozing in the basket.

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-2907803179963928542009-03-03T23:10:00.001+11:002009-03-11T13:40:07.904+11:00

go easy at first, hang back, sleep near the other cats but don't intrude on personal space.... sometimes, though you can't resist the odd pounce! When they wag their tail, I reckon it's fair game to dive on it. Then the wrestling starts. Fun!

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-1906122075501895222009-03-03T10:44:00.011+11:002009-03-11T13:37:51.571+11:00

Leaving my family behind was hard but I have a new family now. Luckily there's lots of cats. Unlucky for me none of them liked me at first. Now they do. Of course!

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-50086248550569291762009-03-03T07:00:00.000+11:002009-03-11T16:24:16.901+11:00

I had a HUGE journey... all the way from melbourne to Sydney in an airoplane. My new family were there to meet me. I felt very small in my cage but they were all so excited to see me.

leonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4397388818033199921.post-80680057774217329502009-03-02T16:09:00.002+11:002009-03-11T16:21:40.418+11:00

Hi, I'm Leo the Lion. Actually I'm a purring pet pussycat but I am as big as a lion. Or I'm going to be... I'm 6 months old now and live with my adoring family of humans, cats and others. But enough about them, more about me...

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