The chair scare

Mulberry, the cat, likes to take some exercise most days. He runs as fast as he can in one direction, when he runs out of room he jumps and spins and runs in another direction. When he’s feeling adventurous he likes to pretend he’s a ninja cat and he bounces against something to change direction.

Mulberry, Persian cat

Mulberry, relaxing in the doorway to the terrace

There used to be some plastic garden chairs left on the terrace and he would sometimes bounce off those. Then one day he discovered that if he jumped against the back of the chair he could knock it over. He thought that was great fun!

He played this a few times and then one day we heard a chair fall over and then there was a terrible wailing noise. I have never heard such a loud noise come from a cat! I leapt to my paws to go and see what was wrong. The female biped hurried out onto the terrace and I followed her.

She went across to where Mulberry appeared to be fighting a chair. She spoke to him in a soothing voice to tell him she was there and then she bent down and held him by the shoulders, saying, “Keep still!”

plastic garden chair

The villain

Mulberry stopped struggling and he turned the volume down a little. His leg was caught in one of the gaps in the back of the chair. The biped felt his leg and tried to slide it up to where the gap was wider, but that made Mulberry wail very loudly again so she stopped.

The male biped had been getting the car out, but he’d heard the racket that Mulberry was making and returned.

“What’s that noise? What’s happened?” he wanted to know.

The female biped explained that Mulberry’s leg was stuck and how she’d tried to move it, but she was worried about harming Mulberry. He nodded and started pushing and pulling at the back of one of the other chairs. I waited a moment. He must surely see his mistake! He didn’t, so I nudged him gently to get his attention and looked towards the chair that was the problem.

He patted me and said, “Thank you, Clowie. Do you think I should try this on Mulberry’s chair?”

He told the other biped that he was going to flex one slat forwards and one slat back and she should try to slide Mulberry’s leg again. Mulberry gave one of his loudest wails, but his leg was free! The biped held onto him, looked at his leg, and then put him down gently. He disappeared as fast as his legs would carry him!

The male biped said, “He’s using all four legs, I think that’s a good sign!”

They left Mulberry to calm down for a little while and then rattled the treat container and called him. He was pleased to get a cuddle and the bipeds checked his leg more thoroughly. The chair had done Mulberry no real harm.

The bipeds made up a little song that they kept singing for weeks.

A cat is stuck!
Where?
There in the chair!
Where in the chair?
Right there!
A cat who wails so loud
Well I declare!
Wailing and wailing, he’s stuck in the chair
Oh yeah

They took inspiration from the chorus of this song. It’s the sort of tune that sticks in your head for the day!

Mulberry wouldn’t go near those garden chairs after that, but he isn’t scared of any other chairs!

Mulberry, Persian cat on footstool

These chairs are much safer!

See you next Wednesday!

Not too close!

I was one of the doggies featured on Cat Forsley’s blog recently. If you haven’t seen the post, you should take a look – you may meet a new doggy friend there!

I’m going to tell you about our log fire. When the weather is cold and my bipeds are relaxing, they like to light a log fire. I’ve never found the actual fire particularly interesting, but the logs in the basket at the side of the fireplace are quite tempting! I don’t do more than sniff them now, but when I was a puppy I used to take one or two logs out to play with if I thought no one was looking. They always noticed! One of my bipeds would hand me one of my toys and put the logs back in the basket.

The cats, Mulberry and Pippin, like to sit close to the fire. Pippin is usually sensible, but Mulberry sometimes wants to be too close. When that happens I gently push him with my nose, until he moves away to a safe distance.

Log fire (from Wiki Commons)

Log fire (from Wiki Commons)

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Throwing in the towel

Pippin, our cat, needed to take some tablets recently. He had to take one in the morning and one in the evening for a week. The biped would put him on the table and open his mouth and pop the tablet in and hold him until he swallowed it. Pippin was very good about this for three days.

Pippin on the terrace at home

Pippin on the terrace at home

But on the fourth day he decided he was feeling better and didn’t need to take any more medication. When the biped put him on the table and opened his mouth, he put a front paw up with all the claws out so that the biped couldn’t get the tablet to his mouth. She pushed his paw down and tried again. One of his back paws came round with all the claws out! It’s amazing how flexible a cat’s legs are!

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The first time I ever saw a kitten

I’ve already told you about when I met Pippin – the first time I ever saw a cat. Pippin needed some time to adjust to the idea of having a puppy in the house. Mulberry was a kitten and he was a lot more enthusiastic about the idea.

I’d been in my home for a few days when I met Mulberry. He is only a couple of months older than I am. One of the bipeds opened the kitchen door and Mulberry charged in and landed on my head, knocking me over! He seemed to think that I was a new toy for him. Once I got up again, we bounced around the room together. He jumped on my head a few more times – he seemed to find it amusing when I fell over. We had a lot of fun, but as soon as I was tired the biped took Mulberry away again and I had a nice nap.

Mulberry on footstools

Mulberry on his footstools!

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The first time I ever saw a cat

I came in from a lovely, long walk with my bipeds recently and Pippin, the cat, came to greet us as soon as we arrived home. He walked around the bipeds’ legs and they stroked him. Then he came to greet me and we sniffed noses. He stayed with me and walked around my legs, as I headed across the room to settle down for a nap. As soon as I was spread out on the floor, he started sniffing my paws – he likes to do that when he thinks I may have been somewhere interesting. I was soon drifting off to sleep, while my little friend continued to savour the smells on my paws. The thought struck me how different it was from our very first meeting.

Pippin on the terrace at home

Pippin on the terrace at home

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