Over the last few weeks in Scarboreugh they have been busy. She keeps cooking and Tom has been eating what She cooks, even Mountain Tom got some! Meanwhile they only give me rubbish food! Time after time they offer me food that is substandard and then tuck into yummy smelling morsels that my instruction book said they should never Ever, EVER, EVER! feed to me!

See NOTHING for me and they are smiling about it!

Anyhow that is another thing, at least I won’t become as round as Bogey Face Stumpy Legs and Fatty Betty next door!

Just how does this turn on!?!

I’ve been quiet on here for a while, they keep going out without me. When they do this they turn the computers off and so far I’ve not worked out which button turns them on again! Apparently they keep going to see Oleanna and check if she’s still floating. A big hole has appeared in the side of the canal and let lots of water out, I keep offering to go and help. I’m sure I could stick my arm in it to fill the hole, but no She says I have to stay here in Scarboreugh!

Maybe I should start a vlog

So Trees. One of my favourite subjects.

Big trees!

In this world there are many types of trees, stemming (or should I say trunking) from the Giant Sequoia that can reach a height of 279ft , five Oleanna’s and can be nearly as wide as she is long. Quite a climb!

Not much to write home about

Then there are Bonsai trees, these are small, I can just about step over them and they certainly would not be worth lying under for shade on a hot hot day, mostly because I’d not be able to get that low.

Sideways trees in preparation

Then there are sideways trees. You can walk along their trunks sideways having to climb over a few obstacles on your way. They serve well as boundaries, keeping woofers out of fields and on towpaths. They also offer good vantage points for finding friends below. Some grow naturally, others are encouraged by Toms.

Tom decided that he would have a go at making a tree into a sideways tree. I don’t think it was for my benefit as I quite liked my route up onto the balcony. He got a zigging zagging saw out and chopped my tree down.! He said it was undermining things and needed to go. Neighbours streets away said how cruel he was chopping my tree down.

She had to come out and help him move the bits over walls. Where it was left it then became a sideways tree. The trunk very good for scratching and the branchy bits were all over the place, but a little bit too bendy to walk along. The real downside of the new sideways tree is that Bogey Face and Fatty Betty seem to want it too! I make the most of it when I go out the back outside, that isn’t very often though.

Tom keeps chopping bits off of it with his zigging zagging saw thing. I think it would be much better if he stood it up again.

Our little tree came with us from our boat inside to the outside here. She brought it inside a while ago, she hung things from it and it got twinkly lights all over it. Now that I am a grown up boat cat I just sit alongside it and admire it’s prettyness apparently! It’s quite hard doing this at times.

She also brought home some other bits of trees. She does this every year when it’s cold. I did my best to help by quality controlling it all, only a few bits got rejected, the rest she bound together for the front door. Henry gave us some silver ribbon and Emma some star lights for it too.

The other kind of tree here is my scratch post. I like to think of it as an inside tree. It’s been getting hairyier and hairyier. For my birthday She bought me a big ball of string, which I didn’t understand. But She got a new glue gun for her birthday and the first thing She used it for was my scratch post. It took a while to uncoil the old string. But even longer to put the new string on as it got tangled no matter what She did. But now it is better than new.


So now we have a sideways tree in the back outside, a tree a little bit bigger than a bonsai on a table, bits of tree on the front door and my Scratch tree. I wonder when the Great Redwood will arrive?!

Taming The Dragon

A few weeks ago they moved sides. My bed got a chair all of it’s own and my escape pod was positioned on the floor, I don’t tend to use it much these days, not much water to be warry of around here.

Then something happened. Tom scrunched up paper, snapped bits of wood and filled a scuttle with coal. The coal comes to this inside in bags which the man takes away with him. I suspect it’s so that he doesn’t have to take the coal all the way up to put it on the roof, I don’t blame him as it’s not just a simple jump for me anymore like it was on the boat.

Snapped bits of wood

All of Tom’s actions were nothing unusual, but hang on where was the stove?! There is no stove, no door to open to feed the dragon, who lies inside waiting to breath fire. No door to close to keep the dragon safe behind the glass. Instead Tom took away a bit of black, laid the paper, sticks and coal in a whole in the wall that lay behind. Maybe houses have different breeds of dragons that need coaxing out from the chimney.

Poxy mesh

The fire was lit, then Tom spent ages trying to get the dragon to read some newspaper, taking it away every now and again. These house dragons must have had a better education. After reading a few articles the flames roared up the chimney. Still no door, just a poxy bit of mesh to hold the dragon back! Just what use was that?! Then when She and Tom came and sat on the sofa the poxy mesh was taken away!

Risky move by Tom!

I had to keep a very close eye on this dragon, after all it was free to come out of the wall and blow flames at us. She kept telling me to keep away from it as it might melt my whiskers. But Tom must have tamed it, he fed it every now and again and when we went to bed he put the poxy mesh back and then closed the doors to the living room.

In the morning the black was back in position, the dragon safely sleeping up the chimney, it must prefer it to be dark. It took me a few more days before I dared to sit on the catwalk above the dragon. It keeps my tail nice and warm.

She says that their Saturday newspaper might not be enough to wake the dragon every evening. I think I prefer boat dragons, they only need one lot of paper and they keep going in their little box for days, weeks, months, plus they don’t have to read it all first!

That’s better

I’ve Been Busy, Okay!

Blimey there has been a lot to oversee in the last couple of weeks!

Checking things hang properly

She finished Tom’s shed. He now has a bed in it, not that it’s any good for sleeping on as it’s covered in boxes. That sounds quite good to a cat, lots of boxes, but they are all full of things! How inconsiderate!

Just where is a cat supposed to get comfy?!

Tom has been sneaking up through the tall doors and appearing with more boxes, then some more, then even more! Some of these have been put in what She says could be my Shed. They make for interesting nosing around, but My Shed lacks several things. A roof to sit on and a shelf to be able to see out of the window. I’ve risen a chitty and am hoping they will get round to it in the not too distant future. Just what is the point of a shed without a view?!

Anyhow. She then started to leave the tall doors open! This is just so exciting. I’ve been waiting for this to happen for ages and ages. It started off that I was only allowed upstairs upstairs with supervision. My vision is perfectly fine, I feel it is quite super as I can see an awful lot more than She and Tom can, but they seem to think they are better at it than me. I have to humour them.

Open the door, you know you want to!

Behind the tall doors are stairs that resemble fat trees. I have no problems getting up them, but they do. They even try to bring things down them and get themselves all tied up in knots. How did this get up here? It must have come up this staircase. No this one. Tom insisted that one of the tall doors could be even taller, but She knew it couldn’t. He really should listen to her.

The tall door

At first it was fantastic up there. Boxes to climb round, in and over. Wooden climbing frames too so I could get even higher! But Tom took most of the boxes away. I hoped they’d be added to my Shed, but they went all the way to the bottom and helped fill the cupboards in the kitchen.

Exciting things to climb

She used a hissing thing and pulled a side off. It got all steamy up there so I left her to it. Apparently some Toms are going to come and make mess and noise. I hope they don’t take too long as I have a route to plan to the very very top of the house.

She pulled the side down, not me!

It looks good up there. I tried to get closer, but my claws didn’t work very well so I slid back down. The view is ever so good almost above the trees. From here I can see even more trees.

She washed the windows which were very urgh! She then spent even longer emptying boxes, filling other ones, moving things about. I used my supervision eyes and did my best to make sure She was doing it properly. The wooden climbing frames came in handy to get a better view of what She was up to.

Work not play!

Then when there was enough space for my mouse fishing rod to be spun round in the middle She gave the floor a good swish swash with water. This apparently isn’t my playroom. It is a work room. Back on Oleanna She had the table and a few cupboards that She used for work, now She has a space that the whole of Oleanna would fit into, surely I can play up there too!

Her table is big enough for the both of us, so it looks like I will still have my job as a Theatre Designers Assistant. The box that arrived the other week has now been opened to reveal ……. another box. Not an ordinary box, but one She made last year, it is very black and seems to be peeling. But if anyone can mend it She can, for now I’ll just keep it warm for her.