Garden Invader AGAIN!

Ok... grovel grovel... we haven't blogged for a whole MONTH!! Sorry!! We've got to let Rachel off the hook though - she had her viva exam for her PhD, so was working hard on that and didn't have time to study, AND sort lovely cats out with their collars, AND type up our blog posts too. Good news though - she passed her exam so now is pretty much a Dr! Hurrah!

What's that, Rachel? You're not a Dr of medicine? You can't save anyone's life? What's the point of that!! Hmm, Mrs PRETEND DOCTOR, well I suppose you ARE still qualified to type up our musings for us... (mutter mutter... Gillian McKeith... mutter mutter...)

So, last time but one we blogged, we mentioned the naughty black-and-white garden invader, AKA Bella, AKA cheeky monkey. And if you remember, we were worried that while we were away at the cat spa for a couple of weeks, she'd take over our garden... well, we were kind of right. Just take a look at this video from the week we were back! NO RESPECT!

Gosh, the youth of today! All that talking back she does!

And the worst of it is that we're off to the cat spa again today, and so god knows what'll have happened when we get back...

Mog's Togs' Friend: Tilly

It's time for another post from a Mog's Togs Friend! This week our friend is little Tilly, who got her slave Elaine of Ellie's Treasures to jot down her answers and take a few pics...

What's your name, how old are you, and where do you live?

Tilly, although I'm more often known as Minx (and used to be called Kitty Eden).  I've no idea how I got the nickname Minx, I'm only doing what I was born to do - play, chase, trip folk up and climb up legs! Oh, I think I'm about 5 months old, could be a little older though.  I was born somewhere and then dropped off with my brother, George, in a hay barn. I live in a playden (sorry, a house) with a large garden that I'm just beginning to explore.
 

Tilly exploring a mixing bowl!

  

Who do you live with? What's the best and worst thing about living with them? 

I live with my lovely mummy who feeds me and tells me off when I climb up her legs.  A daddy who feeds me as well (I usually say I haven't been fed yet by mummy, but, shush, that's not always true!) [Ahh, you'll go far, already using tricks like that!] and whom I adore. He has the best lap in the world, a lovely comfy cushion lap for me to sleep on and paw at in the evenings [Mia and Lila have one of those cushions too, thanks to Pete!!]. There's two young humans too, a boy and a girl. They can get a bit loud at times but do have snuggly beds to sleep on and friends that like to stroke and adore me.

I have 3 brother cats, 1 best pal dog called Poppy (I like to follow her around the garden when she's let out to do a wee), 2 hens who are a little scary actually, especially when they chase me and finally, 2 goldfish (poor things are all caged up in some tank thing - I'll help them escape one day). My 3 brother cats are alright.  The old one, Allie, can get really nasty when I ask to play and he leaves smelly wet mouth stuff on my fur.  Kanda, well Kanda just hisses at me and runs past - he's a bit weird that one. Pepper's good fun for a tumble around with, especially at bed time - I like him the best. All 3 of them are brilliant at feeding time. They seem perfectly happy to let me push them out of the way so I can reach all of the feeding bowls at once, leaving them to wait until I've hoovered every morsel up [Hm, who does that remind us of? MIA!].

What are you looking at, Tilly?

What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?

My greatest adventure must have been when my actual mum decided it was moving day and carried me and my real brother, George, to the hay barn. It was cold and we needed somewhere warm as we were really tiny. The scariest moment was probably when the lady at the hay barn took us and my mum to the V.E.T. [O.M.G!] and then I had to go back to the hay barn with George without mum for a whole day. We wondered where she was and were really, really happy to see her come back when it was feeding time in the evening. Another scary moment was going out into the big garden for the first time.  I thought it would be really cool to explore all the other gardens as well as my own. Mummy was a little over the top with happiness when I eventually came home. I didn't realise I'd been out for 2 hours, and haven't really ventured out for that long since. Going out at night is far better - no pecking hens to chase me! 

What would be your perfect day?

Food, play, food, play, food, food, food, daddy's lap and then a tumble with Pepper (probably followed by more food during the night). 

Which is your favourite Mog's Togs collar?

I don't wear a collar yet, mummy says my neck is far too skinny and I'd look all collar and no kitten.  If mummy let me choose one to buy though I think I'd pick "Groovy Teal Cat Collar" - it's very dainty, just like me. [Unfortunately you'll have a LOT of growing to do to wear that one - we've only got the large size left! Ah well, I'm sure you'll find something cute enough for even you when the time's right!]

Thanks Tilly - and sorry it took us a little while to put your interview up here - you're probably nearly fitting that Large collar by now, it's been so long, oops!

Mog's Togs' Friend: Doug

This week's Mog's Togs' Friend is Doug. He got his servant - talented seamstress Naomi of Lady Lemur's Awesome Emporium - to act as scribe for him...

Doug having his breakfast... is that a milk moustache?!

What's your name, how old are you, and where do you live?

Doug, 18 months, South London. 

Who do you live with? What's the best and worst thing about living with them?

I live with one ginger human and one black and white human. The ginger one lets me sit by his desk while he makes stupid clicky noises with the thing he calls a 'mouse'. It is not a mouse. I humour him - he probably couldn't catch a real one.

The black and white human spends a lot of her time swearing at a noisy machine that she pushes bits of fabric through. If I shout loudly enough and for long enough at either of them they might stop what they are doing and give me a hug, or better still, food. 

Doug illustrating the swipe-and-run

Mmm. Food. That's the best thing about living with them, the food. Especially bacon. And pizza. And sweetcorn. And, recently, beansprouts. They like to challenge me by leaving it right in the middle of the table or way up high where I can't reach it, the scamps. Luckily I'm very good at the swipe and run technique and they almost never catch me. They seem to enjoy this game. 

The worst thing....well, that's probably having to live with my sister, Embley. She is a total idiot. I mean, seriously, she's an embarrassment. Waste of food, if you ask me. 




What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?

There are so many to choose from, they've all gone down in legend. There's The Day I Killed The Squirrel, the Day I Got Stuck In The Bin, and The Day I Ate An Entire Bag Of Chocolate Covered Honeycomb. My humans weren't so proud of the last one as I was. Admittedly it did have..ahem....explosive results in the litter tray the next day, but I regret nothing. Occasionally I still find a bit of honeycomb ground into the carpet under the sofa and allow myself a nostalgic smile. 

What would be your perfect day?

Being left, unsupervised, in the kitchen for a whole day. Oh, the things I'd eat. 

Which is your favourite Mog's Togs collar?

Collars? Ugh. Hate the things, ever since the humans decided it would be 'amusing' to put me one that said 'Do Not Feed'. Hilarious, I don't think. If they absolutely insisted I suppose I could put up with the skull and crossbones one. I might deign to keep that on for more than my record 48 hours. Embley wore her Mogs Togs tiger print collar for a whole month, but that was just because she's too thick to work out how to take it off. [Ed. - We recommend some psychotherapy to help you get over your fear of collars...]

Doug and sis Embley... aw he must love her really!

Thanks Doug!! Keep up the good work!!

Mog's Togs' Friend: Atticus

The first Mog's Togs Friend that we are allowing to share our blog is Atticus, who we must admit, we have a bit of a crush on... Thank you Emma of Mrs Jones Jewellery for typing up his answers!!

What's your name, how old are you, and where do you live?

My name is Atticus, although I am known as Snout, I am almost two and I live in Somerset. I am named after Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird.

Atticus reclining after winning another game

Who do you live with? What's the best and worst thing about living with them?

I live with a family but won’t tolerate any other animals. I love the boys in the family as they overfill my bowl and if I sit under Freddie’s chair at dinner, I know I will get a little extra. On the downside, I hate being picked up at random, and I think the humans sometimes mock me.

What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?

I am a house cat, although I like to stroll in my own garden from time to time. In the summer I was watching birds through a bedroom window when I noticed it was open, so I stepped through and onto the roof of the bay window, where I basked in the sun. Unfortunately, when it was time to come in, I found I couldn’t and had to be rescued by the humans. [Ed. - I think you mean, that you allowed the humans to believe you needed rescuing, to improve their self esteem...]

What would be your perfect day?

I like to have my family around me, as long as they are leaving me alone. I would start the day with Iams with a topping of Dreamies. Wash while watching birds, then a nap in the shafts of sunlight. I like to have one active burst of playing with the boys, with some rough play involved and then another nap.

Which is your favourite Mog's Togs collar?

I love the Skull & Crossbones collar!

Atticus hiding from legions of fans, he's sooo gorgeous!!

 Thanks Atticus!! 

If you want to be featured on our blog, please miaow at your human until you have their full attention, then get them to email the answers to the above questions and a few cute photos to rachel@mogstogs.com!