Happy birthday Angelin

This week was another week of celebrations, this time for Angelin’s 2nd birthday. It only seems yesterday that her and Millie arrived and I remember that time very well. I was very scared when they arrived and thought that I wouldn’t like sharing my home and family with more kitties but as it turns out I love my little sisfurs. Mummy and daddy say us girls are as thick as thieves, I’m not sure what that means but I take is as a compliment. Angelin is, at least to mummy and daddy, a sweet little cat who has the softest fur and follows daddy round like a little shadow or as he says a puppycat. She loves a good chin rub and cuddles up on daddy’s lap to keep him company whilst he’s working. She doesn’t really say much but when she does she does her voice is more like a bark than a proper meow.

Unless she’s playing with her favourite crinkle ball or crinkle stick she never really runs anywhere, she just kind of walks extra fast, hence her nickname ‘little poddle’ coz she just kind of poddles about.

To me though she’s my wrestling mate, we’re always rolling around fighting and playing. Then she’s not so sweet, she’s a right bruiser, with street fighter instincts. One moment you’re there just about to bite her bum or leg to start the playing, the next moment she’s full on launched at you, both front paws around your neck and you’re bear hugged to the floor by a fluffy white cloud! Still my blindie super senses are much more honed than Angelin’s, (she’s was rescued much younger than I was so she didn’t need to rely on her senses to survive like I did) so even lying on my back on the floor with my paws in the air I know where she is and get in a good left, right combination before running off, knowing that she isn’t as quick as me around the flat. I can hear her poddling pawsteps coming a mile off and so ensues a game of chase come hide and seek. I can always hear her coming as she doinks into everything in her excitement to find me, doink – cat litter tray; doink – door frame; doink – cat perch as she rushes about, her blindie map slightly out of sync. This doinking around made her other nickname dippy doink.

We had such fun on her actual birthday, we all played, Angelin napped on daddy’s lap and then in the afternoon Angelin opened her birthday present, a whole new bag of crinkle balls. The bag is nearly as big as she is and she was so excited she couldn’t control herself and her tail went all big and fuzzy with happiness. We all helped Angelin with her present and even Peppar came along to see what all the noise was about.

In the evening we got treated to Angelin’s favourite dinner a tin of tuna to share between us all. Peppar and Angelin tucked right in, Millie and I had a little nibble to celebrate but that’s not really our thing so we left Angelin and Peppar to finish ours off.

Then a big box arrived and daddy said we were all very lucky as everything inside it was for us, so of course we had to help mummy unpack everything and make sure it was all ok by sitting on it and quality inspecting everything. Millie tested the strength of the dry food bag by giving it a good pawing with her giant paws and I sat on the tinned food box to check it was up to protecting its yummy cargo. As the birthday girl Angelin was relieved of inspection duty and sat in the box playing the the cardboard pull tag. Once mummy had unpacked everything we joined Angelin in the box to have fun and play. Then mummy filled the box with more cardboard, so we helped her and sat on that as well, “good girls” she said “What good little helpers you are, I needed to flatten all that out to put it in the recycling bin later.” As a cat I do of course prefer the box of anything to whatever comes inside it, it’s just something that is built into a cats instincts, find a box, sit in it!