Daisy Sprockett's Cat Blog

Goodbye Daisy

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 15:42:00 +0000

RIP, Daisy Sprockett. We miss you. Thanks for all the fun times we shared with you. And for the love you gave us.

Mr and Mrs Servant.

Biting the hand that feeds

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 14:27:00 +0000

Mrs Servant is cross with me today.

It's because I bit her hand when she was asleep. Well, her hand was right next to me and I couldn't resist sinking my teeth into it.

I'm not quite sure why she made such a fuss. It was only the one bite. And it's not as if I bite her every day.

Playing it safe

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Mon, 16 May 2011 12:13:00 +0000

I decided to play it safe today and sleep on the green cover. Less risk of being sat upon. So far, Mr Servant hasn't thrown me off.

Camouflage

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Sun, 15 May 2011 08:39:00 +0000

These days, I spend quite a bit of time getting some well-earned rest on The Servants' bed. I'm white and so is the duvet cover. This is a double-edged sword.

It means I'm nicely camouflaged so Mr Servant can't tell me to get off. However, this morning I was so well camouflaged that he sat on me.

A brand new cable!

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Mon, 09 May 2011 08:00:00 +0000

Mrs Servant doesn't buy me many presents - I usually get one a year, along with some cream. And today I got a brand new cable. It's just what I wanted because, firstly, I love chewing cables. And, secondly, my old one was a bit chewed out.

The new puppy

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 14:20:00 +0000

There's a new puppy that's just moved into our complex and, not surprisingly, Mrs Servant thinks he's wonderful. I don't. A puppy turns into a dog. And, even worse, he looks like a small wolf*.

So I kept my distance when he was by MY front door earlier today. But I have to say that the treats he was being fed did smell rather tasty, so I decided to brave it and edge forward. Slowly. The puppy's owner gave me one of the treats and it was delicious. Not quite sure why it was shaped like a bone, though.

*Note from Mrs Servant: the puppy is a husky.

I am not a set of handweights

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 14:55:00 +0000

Mr Servant has clearly decided he needs to exercise. But I'm not quite sure why he has to use ME as his 'heavy weights'. I can see some proper hand weights lying around the place but he still prefers to use me. So undignified.

Taking my medicine

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 14:45:00 +0000

I haven't been too well over the winter. In fact, I've been to that Horrible Vet too many times recently. I know exactly what's happening as soon as the nasty cage comes out of the cupboard. The last couple of times, I was trussed up in a towel to go there - but I still knew where I was going.

Mrs Servant thinks she can slip my medicine into my food without my realising. But I have my beady eye on her when she's preparing my meals. I can see exactly how she's doctoring my food. And she thinks I can't taste it!

On the plus side, I do get a rather tasty treat once a day, so that sort of makes up for it. I suppose. Anyhow, now I'm feeling better I don't see why I still need to take my medicine. Let's hope there are no more trips to That Place.

A long, cold winter

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Tue, 15 Feb 2011 16:02:00 +0000

I've spent the winter months in semi hibernation. Too cold to go out and too nice and cosy in the flat. So the choice was easy. Snooze in the warmth all day long. Especially by the radiator in the hall or on the Servants' bed. Then, when it does get sunny, I decamp to the sitting room and bask in the sun's rays.

A bowl of cream

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Sat, 08 May 2010 12:15:00 +0000

I was given a delicious bowl of cream today. It must be a special occasion of some sort, as I only seem to be given cream about once a year.

Nasty stuff for breakfast

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Sat, 08 May 2010 12:12:00 +0000

I don' t like it when Mr Servant gets up first and gives me my breakfast. He always give me that Nasty Stuff first and then makes me eat it all up before he gives me my Tasty Biscuits.

When Mrs Servant gives me breakfast, she mixes the two up. So I pick out the Tasty Biscuits, eat the gravy, and leave all the Nasty Stuff in the bowl.

Where's my bed?

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Mon, 03 May 2010 15:07:00 +0000

My comfy, trusted bed disappeared yesterday. I tried looking for it but it really wasn't anywhere to be seen. Luckily I was able to sprawl in the sun on the carpet and then loaf on one or other of the Servants' laps.

But always in the back of my mind was: "Where is my nice warm bed?"

Anyhow, it turned up today. Back in the same place as if nothing had happened. However, it smells all funny - it doesn't smell of me at all any more. And it's not the same colour. It used to be a nice pale grey and now it's white.

I've decided I won't sleep in it.

Duck food - yum

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 10:55:00 +0000

Two ducks have appeared on the small pond near where I live and Mrs Servant has been feeding them special duck food.

It may be food for ducks but I think it's absolutely yummy. Even nicer than the treats I get. (And I didn't think there WAS anything tastier than my treats.)

A new relation?

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 13:10:00 +0000

How cool is that? Just found out there's an interactive design agency with my surname: Orange Sprocket

I wonder if we're related? I wonder if they like tuna fish just as much as I do?

Where's my lunch?

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 13:46:00 +0000

I make it very obvious that I'm ravenous but The Servants just don't seem to get the hint.

Putting the boot in

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 13:34:00 +0000

The Servants know perfectly well that my favourite spot in the winter is lazing by the radiator in the hall. So why do they put their walking boots there so I can't snooze in peaceful radiator heaven?

I wish they'd tidy up a bit. There's hardly any room for me.

Mini photo album

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 21:16:00 +0000

Mrs Servant has found a site she's rather pleased with. So, um, better indulge her and click this link....

Will I get fed?

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 18:47:00 +0000

I get slightly unnerved when Mrs Servant is out for the evening. You see, I can never be exactly sure that Mr Servant will give me any food. Sometimes he forgets.

So I'm always very relieved when I hear Mrs Servant coming up the stairs and the front door opens.

Not being a dog, I don't wag my tail and bark enthusiastically. But, secretly, I am very pleased.

I don't like having my tail washed

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 16:13:00 +0000

Yesterday I had to suffer the indignity of having my tail washed. They know perfectly well I HATE water in any shape or form. And anyhow, I'm quite happy to have dirty marks on my tail.

I must say, though, that it IS rather soft and silky now that it's been shampooed.

Breakfast an hour late

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 16:11:00 +0000

Yesterday Mr Servant gave me my breakfast an hour later than normal. And, today, Mrs Servant was also an hour late. Don't they realise I get hungry first thing and my tummy rumbles like mad if I don't get fed on time?

Duvet heaven

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 10:42:00 +0000

Mrs Servant has been sick this week - lots of noisy coughing and stuff. Still, the good part is that I get to laze about on a thick, soft duvet so that I can keep her company. I know I have a nice cosy cat bed but you really can't beat a delightfully comfortable continental quilt.

I've been so happy this week that I even licked Mrs Servant's cheek one day.

The black cat has returned

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Wed, 07 Oct 2009 15:05:00 +0000

Some while ago, there used to be a nasty black cat which used to attack me. Once, as I tried to escape, he sank his teeth into my tail and I got a very painful bite. I had to take some horrid tablets for ages afterwards.

Anyhow, he disappeared a couple of years ago. Such a relief, I can tell you.

But he has returned.

Every evening at dusk he comes prowling around, making a really horrible growling noise. I'm not allowed out at dark (because there are foxes in our park) so I haven't had to come face-to-face with him.

I just hope he doesn't decide to come round earlier in the day. You see, he knows exactly where I live and sits outside the front door waiting for me. Yikes, scary....

Cat suit

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 09:46:00 +0000

Mrs Servant likes to wear black but she doesn't like it when I leave white hairs all over her clothes. So in the evenings she wears a white 'cat suit'. That means I can spend time sleeping on her lap (or just generally sprawling) and the tell-tale hairs are nowehere to be seen.

Sunny weather

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 09:06:00 +0000

Hooray for sunny days. Just when it's about time to start thinking about hunkering down for the winter, it's suddenly summer again. And, for a cat whose favourite pastime is sunbathing, I'm very happy.

Grating on my ears

noreply@blogger.com (Carole Seawert) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 14:47:00 +0000

Both The Servants have this thing where they whistle 'Daisy Daisy, give me your answer do'. I like this song a lot and I usually go trotting over to them when they whistle 'my tune'.

However, cats have very sensitive hearing and sometimes Mrs Servant's whistling is pretty harsh on my lug 'oles. (And it's out of tune).

Take last night, for instance. The sound was so unbearable that I miaouwed at her to stop. She didn't, of course, so I got up, turned around and walked out the room. There is only so much a cat's ears can take.

Give me a record by Queen any day.