Friday 9th October 2015

This morning my human slaves took Ajali away and came back without him. I admit I was somewhat fond of the little guy, despite him irritating me to distraction. And he really wasn’t that little. He’s bigger than me. He’s always biting me or chasing me. It simply isn’t decent, dignified behaviour.

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Behaviour. He doesn’t really understand the concept of good behaviour. He’s always stealing things. Stupid things like spoons or scissors. If you’re going to steal, although I have some issue with the term steal– how can I possibly steal something that is mine by right? Anyway, if you’re going to steal, make it cheese, or ham. Make it chicken or fish. Something worth stealing. I have no idea what he wanted a spoon for.

The slaves are constantly catching things he throws from the shelves, chasing him to pull things from his mouth and racing to rescue some prized possession he’s about to destroy. I’m not surprised the slaves finally realised he’s more trouble than he’s worth.

So now he’s gone and it’s back to just me and my humans. Oh I know I was lonely after losing Kai, but I’m sure I’ll be better able to cope with that this time. What is more important is this house finally revolves around me alone. As it should be. So far, they’ve given me treaties to apologise for leaving me alone this morning. They fed me breakfast as they left and I chuckled to myself because they didn’t give Ajali any!

Today is a good day. The first day of the rest of my life.

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P.S.

He’s back. He smells funny, like the place we go to see the woman who stabs us. I hissed at him when he arrived. I let him know I wasn’t impressed at his return.

But, in all honesty, I think maybe I am pleased to have him back. Just don’t tell him that. He’s too full of himself as it is.

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Being a Fairy is Hard. Guest Post and Story by Angel Cox

Being a Fairy is Hard by Angel Cox

Being a fairy is hard. The flying thing is cool, but all the wishes to grant and teeth to gather…
I’ve been in some pretty dangerous situations.

You really have to watch out for the dogs. They must think fairies are delicious! I’ve had to dust a few and they do not like fairy dust. It makes them sneeze.

My worst encounter, however, was with a cat. They are sneaky. You can hear a dog before you see it, but that cat was on me before I knew it was there. Its paw came out from nowhere and sent me tumbling across the room.

Before I could gather my wits, it pawed me again. This time I landed right on the sleeping girl’s pillow. The cat pounced on the bed, waking up the child. She started to cry and the light switched on just as I escaped under the sheet.

The tooth fell to the floor and rolled beneath a sock under the bed. That floor was a mess! It took me forever to find it, especially having to keep an eye out for that cat!

I finally found the tooth and left the coin. My head was still dizzy from the swatting I had taken. I didn’t notice until I was already home that my pouch of dust was missing. It must have fallen off during the tussle. I had to go back.

With just enough time left before the sun would appear, I flew quickly and made my way back to the girl’s room, all the while looking out for the cat. I followed my path, but couldn’t locate the dust pouch. I was just peaking under the bed when I heard, “Hi fairy. Are you looking for this?”

The little girl was looking over the bed holding my dust pouch between her little fingers. “Thank you for the quarter. What do you do with all those teeth?”

It was too late to fly away. I flew up to her bed and held out my hand. “Thank you…what is your name?”

“Emilia, what’s yours?”

“Thank you, Emilia, for finding my pouch. My name is Rose Bud. Fairies gather teeth from children to plant them. They grow into dandelions.”

Emilia smiled sleepily. She remembered her mother telling her a story about dandelions and how blowing them brought you a wish. Now she knew why.

Emilia closed her eyes as Rose Bud opened her pouch and sprinkled a bit of fairy dust on Emilia’s head and then flew back home.

That morning, Emilia woke up and ran to the mirror. Her new tooth was already showing. She ran downstairs to show her mom the shiny quarter and her new tooth.

 Angel Cox is a wonderful storyteller. Check out her website, http://www.dayinthedark.com/ and her Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/dayinthedark/info?tab=page_info

Sunday 28th June 2015

Grumpy Kike

I am Kike (pronounced Keekay, get it right, readers). I am a 4 year old Tonkinese cat and this is my journal of the trials and tribulations I face as a house cat who is smarter than her humans and brother combined.

Sunday 28th June 2015

My new baby brother is quite sweet really. I admit to liking him, but I wish he’d keep his teeth to himself. I think we might be able to play together. In time. Not yet. I need to know I can trust him. I think I can, but I want to be sure.

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Ajali sleeps in the spare room with my male human. So overnight it’s just me and my female human–as it should be. But in the day Ajali is around. He plays, eats and sleeps. He has no decorum to speak of, but I am pleased to report he understands the nature of the cat -human slave relationship. He should fit in just fine.

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And…I have to admit it…it’s nice to no longer be alone. He’s not Kai. He’s not my brother, despite the humans calling him so. But he is another cat and I feel less afraid, less alone, less desperate with him here. I cannot help but like the little rascal. Maybe one day, he will feel like family. I miss you, Kai xx.

Sunday 14th June 2015

Grumpy Kike

I am Kike (pronounced Keekay, get it right, readers). I am a 4 year old Tonkinese cat and this is my journal of the trials and tribulations I face as a house cat who is smarter than her humans and brother combined.

Sunday 14th June 2015

They left me again. Again! I was about ready to leave a steaming pile on their bed when I heard the car. I ran to the stairs to find out where they had been and to remind them they had abandoned me. The female human came in alone. She rushed to me, as she jolly well should and scooped me into her arms.

All right, I admit…I couldn’t resist purring. I was so happy not to be alone. Without my brother beside me I had been feeling, well, vulnerable. Of course, Kai would have been useless if trouble had found us, but at least I would have had some back up. Anyway, back to the story. She carried me to the living room and took down the treatie pot–my reason for living. The guilt was strong in this one!

I could hear the male human coming in, but treaties trump punishment so I let him wait to grovel. However, he didn’t appear and soon a familiar, yet strange smell reached my sensitive nose. The door to the spare room shut and from behind it I heard a cat. Well, as you can imagine I was shocked. Could it be? Could Kai finally be home? Was he alive all along and simply held captive elsewhere?

I raced to the door and tried to make my way in, but I was locked out. The miaows grew louder, a call to arms. I was there, ready and waiting, but barred from entry. I called back, to let him know I was with him and he called back to me.

It was strange though. He didn’t smell right. But who else could it be? Finally, after what felt like days of desperate calling, the door was opened ajar. I tried to push into the room but my female human held me back whilst my male human stopped me pushing the door from the other side. But it didn’t matter, for a beautiful feline face peered at me through the crack.

It wasn’t Kai. I could see and smell that now. It was another cat, a kitten. He was small and crying for company. I tried to push into the room, but I wasn’t the cat he was expecting. Perhaps he expected his mother, or his siblings? Either way, it wasn’t me. He panicked and hissed.

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How dare that little upstart hiss at me in my own home? I hissed back and the door was closed. Later, I sat on the sofa alone. My humans had been fussing over food and toys for the interloper so I sat alone in complaint. The spare room opened and the tiny kitten entered the living room. I wanted to be annoyed, but he was small and worried and calling for his mother. So I sat still and watched him.

He was brave for one so young. He explored the room, calling for his family less and less. When he saw me, he hissed and backed away. I ignored the slights, knowing he was acting out of fear.

“This is your new baby brother, Kike,” my female human said. “His name is Ajali.”

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Sunday 10th May 2015

Grumpy Kike

I am Kike (pronounced Keekay, get it right, readers). I am a 4 year old Tonkinese cat and this is my journal of the trials and tribulations I face as a house cat who is smarter than her humans and brother combined.

Sunday 10th May 2015

We had the best day today. The female human wasn’t feeling well and the male human was very tired after being awake all night. So we all spent the day in bed. With the humans not awake to cause me any difficulties, I was able to work all day, undisturbed.

It’s now close to midnight and we’re back in bed. I knew where my humans were all day and nobody left. Today was a good day. I am now curled up in my big, comfortable bed, but it feels huge. I don’t sleep in it often, because it reminds me I’m alone. It’s far too big for one cat.

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I know this will sound stupid, but I miss fighting my brother for the best spot in this bed. I miss lap wars– where we argued over who slept on the best spot on the female human’s lap. And I miss arguing over who sleeps in the crook of the male human’s arm. I don’t miss arguing over the soft, squishy house. That’s mine!

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Friday 1st May 2015

Grumpy Kike

I am Kike (pronounced Keekay, get it right, readers). I am a 4 year old Tonkinese cat and this is my journal of the trials and tribulations I face as a house cat who is smarter than her humans and brother combined.

Friday 1st May 2015

I must first apologise for not writing in a while. After I lost my dear brother in March I couldn’t face writing. I couldn’t even eat. My humans were equally devastated and together we struggled to find a way through. My brother, Kai was pretty stupid and he bit me a lot, but I did love him and I didn’t know how to live without him.
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Little did I know my life was about to change again. My humans left me. Oh not forever, but for two days. Left me to fend for myself, apart from the human they left to keep me company. I was furious and rightly so. We had been through a terrible ordeal and only two months later they were leaving me.

I punished them on their return of course, but my heart wasn’t in it. I hadn’t realised how much more fun these things were when I had Kai to laugh with, or at.

A few weeks later, having not learned their lesson, they left again. Again! This time though, they brought someone back with them. I’ll tell you more next time.

Friday 20th March 2015

Grumpy Kike

I am Kike (pronounced Keekay, get it right, readers). I am a 4 year old Tonkinese cat and this is my journal of the trials and tribulations I face as a house cat who is smarter than her humans and brother combined.

Friday 20th March 2015

I can’t keep starving myself. I have to eat. I don’t want to eat, but I’m feeling weak. I slept last night. The first time since my brother disappeared. I cuddled my female human. She cuddled me back. If I could cry, I would cry along with my humans. I miss my brother. I know my humans do too.

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I don’t really know how to be without my brother. It’s only ever been the two of us. Our mother gave us to our humans when we were 9 weeks old. I don’t really remember our mother. I just remember my brother and me and our humans. I do, no, I did everything with my brother. I don’t know how not to be Kike&Kai.

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I have to learn

Wednesday 18th March 2015

Grumpy Kike

I am Kike (pronounced Keekay, get it right, readers). I am a 4 year old Tonkinese cat and this is my journal of the trials and tribulations I face as a house cat who is smarter than her humans and brother combined.

Wednesday 18th March 2015

One of my humans went out yesterday and today. He didn’t bring my brother home. I checked behind him. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I miss my brother. There were scary noises and he wasn’t there to comfort me. My humans are so upset. They’re not themselves. That scares me too. I like things to be normal. Things aren’t normal. They try to tell me it’s okay. But how can it be? My brother is gone. My humans are distraught and I am alone.

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Monday 16th March 2015

Grumpy Kike

I am Kike (pronounced Keekay, get it right, readers). I am a 4 year old Tonkinese cat and this is my journal of the trials and tribulations I face as a house cat who is smarter than her humans and brother combined.

Monday 16th March 2015

I couldn’t sleep last night. My humans cried. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. My brother is gone, I think, but I will keep calling him. He might hear me. He might come home. I want him to come home. My humans want him to come home too.

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