The Scooter Diaries

Howdy dudes! Scooter here.

Been taking a little rest from writing as I had a problem with RSI (rotten spammer issues). For some reason all these really irritating people keep trying to post comments on my blog advertising things that I have no idea what they are, but evidently they’d make the bits I no longer have bigger.

Mom just took me to the vet for my yearly checkup and booster shots. I actually like my little carrier now, it’s cosy and Mom lines it with my favourite towel.

So part of my checkup is my weight, hey lady can’t you see that I’m a lean mean playing machine, I don’t have any jiggly bits. Anyway I was behaving impeccably until I smelt cat on the weighing scales. Boy did Mom jump when I hissed and growled. Ok so I don’t like other cats, ok so I loathe other cats, but I guess that I should expect there to be some cat smells at the vets.

Living in mosquito country just ain't any fun two months of the year. Now I’m an outside (albeit restricted) kitty Mom was getting worried about me being bitten by those nasty little bloodsuckers. She read that cats (and those other canine thingies... oh yeah... dogs) can get heartworm from mosquito bites.

Can’t figure out why Mom & Dad were so worried about me and thunderstorms. Ok so I wasn’t very good with fireworks on New Year’s Eve, but the storm rolled into Canmore yesterday afternoon while I was having a catnap... didn’t even ruffle my fur, slept through it all I'm such a cool cat.

Did a lot of catnapping yesterday to make up for all the sunbathing Sat and Sun when it was hot hot hot, and looks like today is gonna be more catnaps. Mind you the rain keeps my fur soft and silky.

For Dad’s birthday there was smoked salmon on the menu, oh boy is that stuff good. I thought I’d hit the pinnacle of food heaven with tuna but smoked salmon... oh boy!

Anyway Mom and Dad spent an industrious day Saturday working on my outside enclosure, they didn’t finish it so I guess they didn’t really work hard enough though the rain showers were a bit of a dampener on productivity, but on Sunday they were out there again and finally it was done.

Today is my 3rd purrday. I’m not sure what real date I was born on as this is the date I was given by the Cochrane SPCA, it’s the date they picked me up roaming wild. So I guess that 3 cat years means I’ve hit 21!

Anyway I spent a nice night snuggled up to Mom, she’s always good for a few cuddles and attention at any time of the night, though for some reason she prefers me not to lick her hands and face while she’s asleep. Can’t think why, my tongue must be the cheapest exfoliator she’ll find.

Mom just bought me my own domain name, well I’m not too bothered about using her slugblog really but she figured that I should have my own as I’m now an internet savvy kitty.

I would have liked scooterblogger.com but for some reason it was for sale for $3,500... can you believe it? That sure is a lot of kibble.

This is a litter box story so if you’re of delicate constitution then don’t read any further...

As you’re already aware I’m a big boy so it’s no surprise that I have a big litter tray. Well this is a cautionary tale about making sure your kitty has a scat mat too.

Mom read that cats sleep up to 18 hours a day, not all of that is deep sleep, most is just catnapping so that us cats can leap into action in a millisecond. After all you never know when a bit of tuna or chicken may be dropped so I have to be at the ready for all opportunities.

I like to help Mom & Dad out when they’re working, and I take my Blue Hut duties very seriously.

Mom works away from home 3 days a week at the local micro-brewery The Grizzly Paw, but in a few days time she’ll be working at home 5 days a week with Dad as he’s a bit too busy and can’t spend enough of the day playing with me. So soon I’m gonna have both parents working from home... how lucky is that?

This morning a big box arrived... my new scratching post. Evidently it’s the world’s best cat scratching post, the PurrFect Post Mondo.

Mom just came home with another pressie for me. How lucky can a cat get?

Mom went into The Mut Hut (one of Dad’s website clients), and the nice lady Charlene who owns it just happened to have a great bed that Mom thought would be perfect for me on her jewellery making desk, for when I watch her while she’s making stuff.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to be a Prairie kitty in the snow oh

Christmas is cool, I got a stocking all to myself filled with UK cat treats. I think that the same does apply to UK cat treats as chocolate, way better!

So an afternoon of fun and games with Mom & Dad and turkey for dinner, yum... what more could a kitty ask for?

So Dad picked Mom up from the airport in yet another snowstorm, I did offer to go with him but -20C or a warm down pillow... hmmmm tough choice for a cat... not.

Anyway Mom’s done with the UK thing now, Grandma’s funeral is over, Mom’s home safely and she’s permanently unpacked her bag.

This time she bought me a squishy soft cushion with a Union Jack on it. It’s just a perfect Scooter the Cat size for beating up or using as a pillow. Like this more than Pudgy the Pig Mom.

Now we can concentrate on Christmas. What’s in my stocking under the tree Mom?

Ah it’s good to have you home Mom, nighty night.