tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83915852210559432492024-03-13T14:34:03.304+00:00Mog's Togs BlogThe blog of the Mog's Togs cats, Mia and Lila. Typed out by Rachel...Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-83084070945633937332013-04-08T23:16:00.000+01:002013-04-09T20:10:55.140+01:00Cat Toy Audit 2012-13Well, the new tax year is nearly upon us, and so it's time to complete the audit of our toys. We keep our toys in the living room, in a blue trug and a basket (which used to be Rachel's sewing basket until we decided it was the right size for sitting in...). Rachel tipped them all out on the floor and we helped her group them by type. She was a bit surprised at how many we have... so we thought you might like to see them before she makes us pick some to get rid of (boo!).<br />
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<b>Numbers 1-6 </b>are various handmade coasters and mats which Rachel made for other purposes but which we requisitioned for our own uses. More important, I think you'll agree.<br />
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<b>7, 8 and 9 </b>are kickers - 8 is a Kong Kickeroo which we LOVE,<b> 7 and 9</b> are Rachel's handsewn attempts which are not that popular (shh, don't tell her).<br />
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<b>11 </b>is the top part of a bed which Rachel bought at some expense for us. Unfortunately we hated the bottom part as it was filled with polystyrene beads, so that's in the loft, but we quite like licking the fur part. <b>10 and 12 </b>are new catnip mats which Rachel's made for us recently - Lila loves these! I am not so bothered about catnip myself. If you're interested in buying some of these for your cat look out for them in our shops soon.<br />
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<b>13 and 14 </b>are handknitted scarves which I've taken a liking to, dragging them through the house to hide in various dark corners. Rachel says they are NOT toys and she's going to put them back in the cupboard... <b>15 </b>is a length of feather boa which we absolutely LOVE playing with, and sitting and licking. Sometimes we get pink fluffy bits in our poop... heehee!<br />
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Next, the seafood section: <b>16 </b>is a cute little catnip prawn; <b>17 </b>a crocheted fishy, <b>18 </b>a Yeowww catnip fish from the USA.<br />
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<b>19-21 </b>are prototype catnip toys Rachel made which we are totally not fussed about (they are going in the bin!). <b>22 </b>is a vibrating bunny keyring which never fails to terrify Lila no matter how many times she's seen it.<br />
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Now we come to the large rodent section! <b>23 </b>is the wonderful Cedric, remember him (I hardly do, despite our <a href="http://mogstogs.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/rip-cedric.html" target="_blank">brief but intense love affair</a> last year...). <b>24 and 25 </b>were from Pets at Home; <b>28-32 </b>are the crocheted quintuplets with their Mum <b>#33</b>. <b>34 and 35 </b>are lovely big knitted catnip mice which we got from Katz Castle last time we stayed there. We like bringing these to Rachel and Pete wherever they are in the house! <b>36 </b>was made from an old vest of Rachel's, now sadly tailless (bin!); <b>37 and 38 </b>from an old jumper; <b>39-43 </b>made from other old tshirts and tops. <b>44 </b>must be the grey meece's Caribbean cousin. <b>45 </b>is supposed to whizz along the floor on clockwork wheels, but doesn't work on the carpet (bin); <b>46 and 47 </b>are supposed to be good for our teeth but they're too small really to be any fun. <b>48 </b>is a Kong Wubba wot we love.<br />
<b>49 to 51 are </b>more prototypes - these ones catnip fish and we have found them pretty fun - again, look out for them in the shops soon!<br />
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<b>52 </b>a freebie from Zooplus where we get our food - we love licking the feathers. <b>53 </b>is oddly a tiny cat which one of us ferreted out from somewhere and claimed as our own... <b>54 </b>an old gardening glove, and <b>55 </b>an ostrich feather Rachel and Pete brought home for us from a South African's wedding! Loads of fun! <b>56 and 57 </b>pinecones (fun for a few minutes); <b>58 and 59 </b>are thread reels, great for batting around on the floor, just make sure all the thread's finished first!<br />
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<b>60 and 61 </b>are catnip knots Rachel bought us from the London Pet Show; <b>62 </b>some random thing knotted out of an old top which is fun to play tug of war with. <b>63-65 </b>are random crochet items Rachel made for us (no catnip, so we're not even bothered, innit).<br />
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BALLS! <b>66 and 67 </b>are crinkly foil ones Rachel got while on holiday in the US last year - we were totally not fussed at the time but having them out again for the audit has shown us how fun they are! <b>68 and 69</b>; not really sure why these are there - who do they think we are, dogs?! <b>70 and 71 </b>have rattly things inside, we love these, for the seven seconds they stay out of the underneath of the sofa! <b>72 and 73 </b>are very odd - the inners of Rachel's roll-on deodorant - lots of fun for batting around the tiled kitchen floor. <b>74 </b>is supposed to glow in the dark, but doesnt; finally <b>75 </b>is the most expensive toy Rachel and Pete have ever bought us - there's a mouse in it and it rolls around with a very realistic squeak. Are we bothered? NO WAY!<br />
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<b>77 </b>is probably our long-running favourite, Kiwi. Kiwi is the toy Lila carries around the house in her mouth when she's looking for Rachel or Pete. She makes a funny yowling noise when she does it, it's very cute (you can see a video of this <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLD3184aBxc" target="_blank">here</a>). If she can't find them, like if they're out at work, she just leaves Kiwi in the middle of the lounge floor so they know she's been thinking about them. At night, Rachel has to take Kiwi upstairs with her otherwise Lila yowls for the humans all night and wakes them up! (oops).<br />
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OK where are we? The last few things - don't worry, you're nearly there! <b>78</b>, the laser pointer.<br />
<b>79 and 80</b>, cheapo fishing toys from Wilkos which are now permanently united in a Gordian knot (bin!).<br />
Finally <b>81</b>, the homemade fishing toy Rachel made us - much better than the bought ones!! Mia drags this around the house, which is especially funny when she tries to get it through a door the wrong way round...<br />
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WHOA that's a lot of toys! Well thank goodness we only have to do this once a year... Rachel has plans to slim down our toy collection, but that's fine if she's going to replace them with superior toys, which I'm sure is her plan! How many toys do your cats have? As many as us?!<br />
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<br />Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-39513294929241655512012-11-03T14:27:00.002+00:002012-11-03T14:27:21.330+00:00The Cats of RomeWe had our FOURTH stay of 2012 in the cat hotel last week! Can you believe it, how lucky are we! We got a garden view again, and this time we could see chickens AND sheep.<br />
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The reason we were in the cat hotel was that Rachel and Pete were on ANOTHER holiday. This time they went to Rome, which sounds a bit of a faff really. Rachel was pretty happy though, as on the first day of their holiday they came across some cats. (Well, she says they "just happened" to come across them; Pete says she had it all planned out before they even left the UK - I think we know who to believe!). The cats live in a square called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Largo_di_Torre_Argentina" target="_blank">Torre Argentina</a> which is a site of various ancient Roman temples, and also apparently where Juli-puss Caesar was stabbed. Ooh! Now it's mostly a ruin of great archaeological importance, but you can't go into the square to walk around... UNLESS you are a cat!<br />
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There is a no-kill cat sanctuary there run by some very lovely ladies - you can see their website <a href="http://www.romancats.com/index_eng.php" target="_blank">here</a>. When people in Rome find a poorly or stray cat, they often bring them to this sanctuary, where they are treated, sterilised, and then either adopted out or allowed to live amongst the ruins for the rest of their life. How cool is that! There are a LOT of cats in Rome; Rachel and Pete saw them in the Coliseum and lots of the other places they visited.<br />
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The nice ladies at the sanctuary were very happy to show Rachel and Pete around the quarantine area - where new cats stay for a while. They learned all about the work the sanctuary does and met lots of the residents. <br />
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This little cat was hilarious - Pete squatted down to look in a cage and the kitty jumped up onto his back! Nice work. <br />
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He's sitting in Rachel's hat here, which she put down on the floor for convenience. We're very happy to see that the idea of sitting in something which is clearly FAR too small for you has spread even amongst the street cats of southern Europe.<br />
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These guys were just hanging out. Rachel said she was really impressed with how well all the cats got along, considering sometimes we can't even be friends, HMPH.<br />
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This little guy was hanging out in a cage with his brothers, while the vets worked out if they had any nasty diseases. Look at those ear tufts!! <br />
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Sleepy time! The ladies at the sanctuary said that some of the cats in this part were going abroad to be adopted - one was going to Germany.<br />
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This cat had a poorly eye, like quite a lot of the cats there. But they all seemed very happy!<br />
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Then Rachel and Pete said thank you, gave the ladies some money, and went to see the cats outside in the ruins. But first they had to retrieve Rachel's hat...<br />
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Outside, all the cats have the tip of their ear missing, it's a sign that they've been sterilised, so no-one catches them and tries to do it again! <br />
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This little calico lady was watching the cats in the "hospital" area - these were sanctuary cats who had strayed outside the ruins and been knocked by a car. Poor things - there are a LOT of cars in Rome; and the ruin is essentially a sunken roundabout with roads on all sides!<br />
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This cat reminds me of Bertrum Thumbcat from the Cravendale ads! <br />
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Can you spot (at least) three cats in this next photo?<br />
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These cats were relaxing in the shade. I would have sunned myself on a nice altar or something, personally, and looked for ancient bloodstains...<br />
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These cats really do have a huge playground to call home. It's quite amazing.<br />
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This was Rachel's favourite cat from outside. Such a lovely big chap (or chapess!). And so photogenic! Do you want a British penpal, Ginger?!<br />
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So, if you ever visit Rome, we strongly recommend you visit the cat sanctuary at Largo di Torre Argentina. It's very central, a nice break from the hubbub of the city, and will definitely help if you're missing your kitty cats while on holiday!!Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-23931293279490688462012-10-11T21:07:00.001+01:002012-10-11T21:07:16.576+01:00Mia the Vanquisher of ArachnidsThat is me! Vanish... vanisher... of arra... arrows... Oh OK, I don't really know what those words mean, Lila thought up that title for me...<br />
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I have been being SUPER BRAVE recently as I've been protecting Rachel and Pete from a DEADLY INVASION of nasty icky (delicious) spiders. They're often spotted around the doors...When I see one, I give a warning sound (it sounds like mik-mik-mik-mik)
so that the humans know not to approach. They are so stupid though, they
always DO approach!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">DON'T come any closer! This one's HUGE!</td></tr>
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Then I round up the spider and corrall it between my mighty paws, and give it the patented Mia Smack of Doom.<br />
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I give it a sniff, to check it's been neutralised, and see if it might make a tasty snack.<br />
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The small ones are the yummiest - the big ones I tend to just play
with for a while until they are dead or disabled and then leave them for
Rachel to clean up. Their legs can be a bit crunchy...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OK, you can clean it up now.</td></tr>
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No need to thank me for keeping the humans safe, it's the least I could do. I hope your cats are protecting you too...Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-20271618221190307952012-09-09T20:07:00.002+01:002012-09-09T20:07:32.858+01:00Summer's Done!Hi everyone, I don't even know what excuse to give about how little we've blogged over the summer. I can only a-paw-logise. I'm not even going to try and pin all the blame on Rachel like usual, as we have been pretty lazy too... But now it's September we thought it was about time to get you up to date on what we have been doing during August. A lot of the time we were just sitting in the sun. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This used to be Rachel's sewing basket until we found it. LOL!</td></tr>
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Apart from that, we've mostly been watching the Olympics and Paralympics. Rachel and Pete
went to loads of Olympic events, but we didn't get to go to any! Instead... we got a special scratching box:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Room for a small one?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ding Ding, all aboard!</td></tr>
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Although we didn't get to visit Olympic park, we did watch plenty of the coverage on our new flatscreen TV. It's much thinner than the big boxy old one, so when Mia tried to jump on top of it like we used to ALL THE TIME, it fell over and Pete said some really rude words that we'd never even heard before!! When we weren't trying to destroy hundreds of pounds worth of electrical equipment, we were cheering on the athletes:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm a gold meow-dal winner!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go Mo, Go Jess, Go Team GB</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooh, shiny shiny!</td></tr>
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But some of us weren't QUITE so interested in the sports...<br />
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We also had a visit to the Cat Hotel again, and this time it REALLY was 4 star. We got to stay in a part that we had never been to before, we had half of a lovely chalet in the garden to ourselves, with our own verandah, and the inside bit was really big too, much bigger than normal. We could watch birdies and the resident cats all day, and stretch out in the sun, and it was just BRILLIANT! Rachel says now that she knows these posh rooms are there, we can stay in them every time we visit. AWESOME!<br />
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So that's mostly what we've been up to. What have you been doing?<br />
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PS - Obligatory tongue shot of Mia, what a silly chops!<br />
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<br />Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-89106486503771874302012-07-25T20:52:00.001+01:002012-07-25T20:53:15.908+01:00Summer's Here!We've had about two months of constant rain here in England, and not just unrelenting drizzle, but the kind of monsoon rain that makes you think you're in Mumbai or somewhere! We've been either stuck inside in the dry, or when we do venture out, we're likely to get caught in a downpour and just have to hope we can find somewhere we can sit and wait it out without getting too drenched.<br />
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But this weekend the sun came out and we remembered how fun it is to play outside! And Rachel remembered how fun it is to take lots of photos of us - she cleared about 30GB of photos and videos of us off the laptop in June so I think she's been a bit scared of filling it up again too fast...<br />
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But how can she resist Mia posing in front of the heuchera? <br />
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Unfortunately with all the rain the garden has got a bit overgrown...<br />
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The grass has been too wet to cut as well so there's plenty to play with... and munch!<br />
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My favourite place to hang out is under the washing line, the grass is always long there even when it does get cut, so it's a good place to hide and wait to ambush your portly tortie friend...<br />
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Hm where is she... This sun is lovely and warm... Always ready to ambush though... always alert... always ready to... yawn... pounce... al...ways...<br />
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<br />Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-29788251380781804762012-07-12T21:32:00.002+01:002012-07-12T21:32:13.653+01:00Mog's Togs Friend - Pepper!<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 3pt;">
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><i>It's been a while since we chatted to one of our Mog's Togs Friends, but hopefully it's worth the wait as today we have cute-as-a-button PEPPER to talk to! This little sweetheart belongs to Elli from <a href="http://www.facebook.com/heartstitching" target="_blank">heartstitch</a>, maker of super cute things!</i></span><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></b><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">My name is Pepper, and I are 1 and a
halfs years olds. I lives in Plymouth –
there are lots of houses and humans and not much grass to eats, but loads of
good climbing walls and hidey holes and I has made all the friends! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">I lives with mah two humans - my mummy
and daddy, and the other cat - Bracken.
The humans are nice – they gives the foods and the cuddles! They also
lets me out to play and take away the nasties in the sand box. The best thing about the humans is the foods
– I is SO good at mewing and looking cute and almost every time they give me
foods! The worst is when I do the cute face and there is no foods – I works
hard to look this good! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> Bracken is ok, I
guess. She is ALWAYS grumpy and hisses at me when I sniff her – I just wants to
be friends! Sometimes we sit together though, and has cat-chats, mostly when
the humans is not around – we bond over how mad we are that we is not alloweds
in their sleeping room. Their bed is SO
comfy! When they forgets to shut the door I sneaks in and has a nap, but
Bracken’s a goody four paws and sits in her bed in the long room. I likes our
cat-chats, but the worst is her purrs. Is SO noisy! She soundses like a bird
cooing, and she purrs at nothings – the humans has to work hard for my purrs,
but Bracken purrs if a human comes near her.
She mad. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">The greatest adventures are when I gets
to go outsides! I likes to go see my boyfriend Harry (he lives upstairs and has
the bestest softest longest ginger furs).
He waits for me by the door flap and we rubs noses and we chases each
other around the garden. The humans
tease me and makes silly noises like ‘ahhhhh’. Sometimes I even sneaks into
Harrys house but his humans and his sister don’t like it when I do. I don’t cares.
I are loving the warms – it makes all the weird buzzy things come out
and I likes to chases them and catch them, and then I eats them. The humans made a big fuss the other day when
I ate a big furry buzzy thing, it was yellow and black… I think they calleds it
a B? They was wafflings on about something called a sting and they mentioned
the V-E-T. We do not like the V-E-T, he always pokeses us and prodses us, and
sometimes he takes away mah claws and once he even stuck something in my neck!
I don’t knows what they were worrieds about though, I feels fine! I do like to eat a lot of things. The humans says I has pika so is not my
faults, but they get angry when I eats the ‘cables’ and the ‘sellotape’ and the
‘plastic’… I dunno - smells like foods to me, and feels nice on my teeths. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><br />The scariest time was when I was away from home for 5 days. I got shut in somewhere, and there were some
humans – but they weren’t nice humans like my two… They didn’t even gives me
foods! My collar didn’t fits when I came homes and I’s a trim kitty as it is! Daddy gave me a sniff when I came home and
said I smelled like I had been with some naughty humans, and then mummy
wouldn’t stop cuddlings me and didn’t lets me out for weeks! It made me very
grumpy, but I had missed my nice humans – at least they feeds me!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">There was another scary time when I had
found THE BEST place to play – the humans have this thing that they fill with
water and lie down in that has a bit at the front that I can pulls open a bit,
and underneath it is all the dusts and stuff and there is a hole! You can
climbs down it and is all dark and funs, I thinks I saw a meece down there
once! Only problem was, the humans closed the gap after me, and I was stuck
down there. I mewed and I meweds and I
knew they could hear me cuz they were calling me, but silly humans don’t
understands the mewings. They were going
to call out the fire people – they didn’t know about mah little hole under the
water holder, but they worked it out eventually, even if maybes I did get a
little losts (is hards in the dark!) they put some foods out by the water
holder and I did sniffs my ways out. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">The perfects day… I woulds wake ups at
5am likes normals, but the humans would have let me sleep in their bed. And
they wouldn’t have fidgeteds all night like usuals! And they would wakes ups
then too and give me ALL the fussums – they don’t like 5am cuddles, they yell </span>L<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> Then they
would feeds me a mountain of tuna – I don’t gets to has it very often – only if
the humans are hasing it, and fishy flavoured kitty kibbles? Forgets it – mummy
says it smells bad </span>L<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"> I would go see Harry, and play in his
house – his humans gives him ALL the toys and he has two fancy sand boxes with
doors and lids, (but his humans make him do one types of ‘business’ in one and
the other types in another – poor Harry, I don’t let my humans decides wheres I
do mine! I do mostlys go in the sandboxes though – and I has trained my human
to go clean it immediately!) Harrys
humans also have some fancy tiny waterfall in their house that he drinks from –
I just has a bowl. I wants a waterfall!
After a quick wash, we would go outside and play, and I’d probably catch
some more buzzy things and eat them too – SO tastys! Then the humans would come
out and feed me all the Dreamies, but they would be fishy Dreamies, though I do
like the chicken ones I gets normallys.
Quick catnap, then more playing! Oh, and more tuna too! Then I would
climbs up on daddy’s shoulder for evening cuddles, and then sleeps on the bed
again when it is night time. *Purr*</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">Mummy gots me mah firsts Mog’s Togs
collar the other day. It’s not like the
last ones. Is soft. And it doesn’t hang
like the last ones, it fitses so I can’t bites it off. I struggleds when the
humans tried to put it on, but now is on is okay, I don’t really notices it. Mummy says the human who made it made it
special for me cuz I is so tiny. When
she says tiny I think what she means is ferocious. Daddy says the best things comes in small
packages though. He’s my favourites. My collar is super prettys, and none of my
kitty friends has the same one – even Harry is jealousies and he has ALL the
posh stuffs! I has the Daisy Parade one, but I hopes the humans get me more – I
wants a different one for each day of the week!
Mummy says you can’t really see it anyway cuz mah fur is all thick but
she is a silly mummy – Ima try to pose so she can sees it and then she will
gets me more! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;">Mummy promised me Dreamies if I typed
this… If I no get<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=8391585221055943249" name="_GoBack"></a>s them Ima pee on the curtains again! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><i>I'm assured Pepper DID get Dreamies and the curtains remain unsullied - Ed. She's so cute, how about a few more photos for us all to coo over!</i></span><br />
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<b>I</b><b>f you'd like us to feature your cat as a Mog's Togs
Friend, please have them answer the following questions, and send us the
answers along with at least one good quality photo of them to
rachel@mogstogs.com (send more photos if you like!). </b><br />
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<li>What's your name, how old are you, and where do you live?</li>
<li>Who do you live with? (Humans and other animals) What's the best and worst thing about living with them?</li>
<li>What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?</li>
<li>What would be your perfect day?</li>
<li>Which is your favourite Mog's Togs collar?</li>
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We recommend payment of <b>5 Dreamies or Whiskas Temptations </b>as
reward for your cat, for submitting to such a rigorous interview. If
you have a blog or Folksy/Etsy etc shop of your own feel free to let
Rachel know the link and we'll include it. We can't wait to hear from
you!
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<br /></div>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-14310949202786119712012-06-24T20:00:00.000+01:002012-06-24T20:00:05.270+01:00Garden 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!<br />
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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...)<br />
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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!<br />
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Gosh, the youth of today! All that talking back she does!<br />
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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...<br />
<br />Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-6806105853863964632012-05-24T21:44:00.001+01:002012-05-24T21:44:45.666+01:00RIP CedricRachel and Pete were on holiday earlier this month, so Lila and I got to spend 12 days at the cat hotel! It got a bit boring after a while. When we at last heard Rachel's voice calling "Mia, Lila..." we were so happy we ran round and round our room in excitement! <br />
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However, during this stay at the hotel, a sad event occurred. I don't think we introduced you to our friend Cedric, but here's a photo of him in happier times. He's the little grey mouse. The brown thing is Kiwi; Lila will tell you about him another day.<br />
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A close up of lovely Cedric.<br />
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Cedric was my special friend. He didn't have catnip in or anything, but from the moment he arrived I couldn't resist him! Every time I passed him I stopped to bat him about or have a chew on his tail. I'd chase him all around the lounge until we collapsed in a laughing heap on the floor, like an advert for life insurance or something. Sometimes I would snooze resting my chin on his furry back. We had such great times together!<br />
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So when we went off for our long cattery stay, Rachel thoughtfully packed some toys and beds for us, including Cedric. It was so nice having him there. But partway through our stay, a tragic event occurred. I don't want to go into details, it hurts too much, but have you seen Slumdog Millionaire? Yes? Well, you know that scene right at the start, when the boy gets locked in the toilet and has to escape in an unspeakably disgusting way? Well, that is kind of what happened to Cedric. It isn't our fault the litter they use at the cat hotel isn't absorbent like the stuff we have at home!<br />
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Anyway, I was devastated. When Rachel came to pick us up, she asked where Cedric was, and the lady proprietor said there'd been a "mishap" with the litter tray and they'd had to get rid of Cedric. A MISHAP? How can you describe what happened to my dear friend, my darling Ceddy, as a mishap!<br />
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So, we came home and life got back to normal; I tried to put Cedric out of my mind, but there was always something missing, a hollow feeling in my fluffy tummy. The house was too quiet without him.<br />
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Then, a few days later, a miracle occurred. I had been out in the garden and came inside to find that our latest delivery of food had arrived. And who should be sitting on the top of the cans, shackled to some kind of board...<br />
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CEDRIC!! He had been resurrected from his rodenty poo-death! Yay!! I was so excited. Once Rachel had freed him from his bonds, we carried on as if nothing had ever come between us. Of course, I didn't ask him about what had happened to him since I'd last seen him, or what he'd gone to to try and return to me, as it was obviously painful. Before long we were chasing each other around the house as though he had never been away. Although he doesn't go outside, I did take him to the back door to see how much the garden had grown while he'd been away. Look how happy we both are!!<br />
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Hopefully now we're reunited, I'll be able to bring you some more stories about the fantastic adventures Ced and I get up too. But I'll be keeping him well clear of the litter tray from now on... (shudder).Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-58369089370215039772012-05-02T19:43:00.000+01:002012-05-02T19:43:28.432+01:00Feline Invader!Goodness me, we're both all a flutter at the moment, due to the UNWANTED INCURSION of another feline into OUR TERRITORY!<br />
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First thing we knew about it was one morning a couple of weeks ago, when through the catflap we saw a flash of black and white fur at the end of the garden. We thought it was the big scary longhaired cat from up the road, and Mia ran upstairs to the farthest point of the house... but later on that day, we were outside, and saw more clearly that it was a BRAND NEW cat! And she was playing in OUR playground at the end of the next door neighbours' garden!<br />
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She's quite small, so even Mia wasn't scared of her. We went over to let her know that we were the bosses around this garden, but she could play, if she showed suitable respect. However, she just IGNORED US!! How rude!!<br />
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We thought we'd better put her in her place. As she got busy exploring the playground, we instigated a pincer attack. Mia distracted her on this side by making her chattery bird noise, while I sneaked around the back....<br />
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But... by the time I went to jump at her, she'd disappeared!!<br />
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Hmph. We've seen her around a few more times - still showing ZERO respect for her elders and she doesn't really want to play with us either. She's been lounging about on OUR shed roof, where we like to relax, and even went into the garden on the other side of us and chased OUR butterflies! Those are our favourite neighbours - they let Mia come and sit on their sofa, and don't even mind when I sneak into their upstairs windows from the flat roof. What if they decide they like her better than us? <br />
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Rachel said she talked to the cheeky cat's human, who lives just 2 doors down, and the feisty new kitty is called Bella. She did say that Bella isn't allowed outside at night either, so that's one good thing I suppose... but we're off to the cattery for a little while tomorrow, and I'm very worried that she might think that our garden is there for the taking!! I'll keep you updated...<br />
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In the meantime, we have been letting Rachel take lots of photos of us, just so she wouldn't forget that WE are the cutest cats around here. Once again, hmph.<br />
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<br />Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-74568951727334615382012-04-15T18:31:00.001+01:002012-04-20T16:33:55.716+01:00Mog's Togs at the Dandy Lion!Yesterday, instead of staying at home and bugging us all day (like a normal Saturday), Rachel and Pete went all the way up to North London and took <i>all</i> the Mog's Togs collars! Insanity!<br />
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Apparently they took them to sell at a fair called <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Dandy-Lion-Market/165313296862777" target="_blank">The Dandy Lion</a> near Highgate. It was in a pub called the Boogaloo (funny name, if you ask me...). It nearly all went wrong though right at the start just after they'd spent <i>ages</i> making their little table look nice.<br />
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Can you see the little mice down at the front? They've got catnip inside them, mmm, a whole teaspoon in each, which makes them pretty pungent! They smelled so delicious, that one of the the pub's resident cats, Hutch, came to investigate. Before long she had decided that in fact, all the mice should belong to her.<br />
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The catnip started to send her a little loopy, so Rachel decided to donate one of the mice to her in the name of peace and quiet and to save her stall!<br />
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Looks like she loved it!<br />
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And phew, the stall was saved!<br />
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P.S. In case you were wondering, yes there was apparently a Starsky at the pub too, to go with Hutch, but she was a bit shy, so Rach and Pete didn't get to meet her :-)Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-39027180592022976582012-04-02T19:52:00.001+01:002012-04-02T19:56:39.474+01:00Mog's Togs' Friend: Tilly<div style="font-family: inherit;"></div><div>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 <a href="http://folksy.com/shops/elliestreasures" target="_blank">Ellie's Treasures</a> to jot down her answers and take a few pics...<br />
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<b>What's your name, how old are you, and where do you live?</b><br />
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</div><div><span class="il">Tilly</span>, 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.<br />
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<b>Who do you live with? What's the best and worst thing about living with them?</b> </div><div><br />
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!) [<i>Ahh, you'll go far, already using tricks like that!]</i> 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 <i>[Mia and Lila have one of those cushions too, thanks to Pete!!]</i>. 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.<br />
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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 <i>[Hm, who does that remind us of? MIA!]</i>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<b>What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?</b><br />
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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. <i>[O.M.G!] </i>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!<b> </b><br />
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<b>What would be your perfect day?</b><br />
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Food, play, food, play, food, food, food, daddy's lap and then a tumble with Pepper (probably followed by more food during the night).<b> </b></div><div><br />
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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. <i>[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!]</i><br />
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<i><b>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!</b></i></div>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-80362011096732044702012-03-30T22:15:00.000+01:002012-03-30T22:15:16.919+01:00No Need To Panic Buy Cat Collars...<div class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">OK, now we don't wish to incite any panic buying, but we've heard that there could potentially be a country-wide cat collar shortage over the coming weeks. This is due to the risk of strike by, um, the people who put the jingly bit inside the bells...</span></span></div><div class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">We do NOT want you to queue around the block to buy a collar, but recommend you replenish your supply gradually over the coming days, perhaps from a convenient <a href="http://www.mogstogscatcollars.com/" target="_blank">website</a>? It may also be prudent to consider stockpiling some collars SAFELY in your house, garage or other outbuilding...</span></span></div><div class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Mr J Bloggs from, erm, London, told us "I'm already worried. I have three cats that need to be looking smart ready for the <a href="http://www.mogstogscatcollars.com/ourshop/prod_1947634-Jubilee-Special-Union-Jack.html" target="_blank">Diamond Jubilee</a>, what on earth am I meant to do now? I'm going to get up at 6am tomorrow and drive around in a panic and possibly get in a fight with the Siamese breeder across the road over the last designer collars in the city..."</span></span></div><div class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Oh dear...</span></span></div><div class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><br />
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One bit of advice though, don't do this the day before you get sick and have to spend the whole day in bed, because your cats will spend the said day skidding around you as you attempt to get some sleep...Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-5045807281731081922012-03-13T19:51:00.000+00:002012-03-13T19:51:23.651+00:00Mog's Togs' Friend: Doug<span style="font-size: small;">This week's Mog's Togs' Friend is Doug. He got his servant - talented seamstress Naomi of <a href="http://www.lemurlady.co.uk/" target="_blank">Lady Lemur's Awesome Emporium</a> - to act as scribe for him...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Doug, 18 months, South London. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">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. </span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">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....<i>explosive</i> <wbr></wbr>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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Being left, unsupervised, in the kitchen for a whole day. Oh, the things I'd eat. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">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 <i>don't</i> 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. <i>[Ed. - We recommend some psychotherapy to help you get over your fear of collars...]</i></span></span><br />
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Thanks Doug!! Keep up the good work!!Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-81972233332298221102012-03-08T21:15:00.000+00:002012-03-08T21:15:15.094+00:00Distractingly Cute<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well... Once again we have to apologise for Rachel's poor blogging performance of late. Once again, she's blaming her PhD (which she assures us is <i>nearly</i> finished - psh, she said that last month!). She seems to think that this video from last year of Mia being super cute will somehow make up for it!! Ha! As if you blog readers are that easily bought off!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Look out for another Mog's Togs Friend coming over the weekend. Hopefully there'll be some more of US again soon!!Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-35696961499426363492012-03-01T20:12:00.003+00:002012-03-01T20:42:56.488+00:00Mog's Togs' Friend: Atticus<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">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 <a href="http://folksy.com/shops/mrsjoneshandmadejewellery" target="_blank">Mrs Jones Jewellery</a> for typing up his answers!!</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>What's your name, how old are you, and where do you live?</b></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">My name is <span class="il">Atticus</span>, although I am known as Snout, I am almost two and I live in Somerset. I am named after <span class="il">Atticus</span> Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Who do you live with? What's the best and worst thing about living with them?</b></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">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. </span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?</b></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">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.<i> [Ed. - I think you mean, that you allowed the humans to believe you needed rescuing, to improve their self esteem...]</i></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
<b>What would be your perfect day?</b></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">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.</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
<b>Which is your favourite Mog's Togs collar?</b></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;">I love the Skull & Crossbones collar!</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Atticus hiding from legions of fans, he's sooo gorgeous!!</span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">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!<i> </i></span></span></div>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-32113029333148674052012-02-20T21:08:00.000+00:002012-02-20T21:08:27.061+00:00Interview With The Kitty-Cat(s)A few weeks ago we asked our friends on Facebook and Twitter if they had any questions they wanted to ask us. This was to give us some ideas and some practice asking questions to each other as we are going to start interviewing some lovely cats - Friends of Mog's Togs - on our blog! If you would like your cat to be interviewed as a Friend of Mog's Togs, see the end of the blog.<br />
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<i>First, three questions from Rachael of <a href="http://www.kitschkitten.com/" target="_blank">Kitsch Kitten</a>:</i><br />
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<b><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">What it's like living with those awful humans ;)</span></b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><b>Mia: </b>They aren't awful! They're lovely. The only thing is, that they do like to pick me up for a cuddle when I've just got comfy and settled down somewhere, or when I've just found something exciting to look at through the catflap. That is <i>really</i> annoying. The other thing I don't like is that they go out for the whole day most of the time, and I can't follow them to can keep them safe :-(</span> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Could do better.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><b>Lila: </b>On balance, it could be worse. Their attentions can sometimes be a bit tedious, especially when it comes to Rachel's flashy camera, stuck right in our faces when we are just trying to snooze, or wash. It's not <i>our </i>fault we're so darn cute... But on the other hand, they do provide good warm laps and I've got them both extremely well trained at not moving all evening while I snooze on them. Personally I actually like that they leave us to our own devices all day, as it means more uninterrupted snoozing time. All in all, I would give Rachel and Pete 6 out of 10.</span></blockquote><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><br />
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<b><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">What are your favourite collars?</span></b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><b>Mia: </b>I loved my Tea and Cakes one, it was so cute, but I lost it after only a couple of days, and it was the last one! I like ones with white backgrounds although I do tend to get them a bit mucky... I kept my personalised collar on for about 6 months!</span> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALL8FUdKTvMVSVHfNI0Unke2UrQrhncuGUsDA7kgg5tYOnVFnLqVxYpmvUCUqNUkmIMPFebXQh_pGAAMvoxbtj2stXftLerk7AsL7810g5gitrwQ968YuwzAV8M49GZHIeP8G_0ix6BM/s1600/cat+collar+safety+orange+cute+flat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhALL8FUdKTvMVSVHfNI0Unke2UrQrhncuGUsDA7kgg5tYOnVFnLqVxYpmvUCUqNUkmIMPFebXQh_pGAAMvoxbtj2stXftLerk7AsL7810g5gitrwQ968YuwzAV8M49GZHIeP8G_0ix6BM/s200/cat+collar+safety+orange+cute+flat.JPG" width="200" /></a></div></blockquote><br />
<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><b>Lila: </b>Rachel says I look pretty in pink, but I'm not really a "pink" kind of girl. I prefer something that says "here comes one classy cat; don't mess with her, and she won't mess with you". I tend to like bright, non-gender specific collars and I'm eyeing up this one <a href="http://www.mogstogscatcollars.com/ourshop/prod_1544354-Orange-Fizz.html" target="_blank">"Orange Fizz"</a> for once I manage to shake off my current Love Hearts collar. It's a bit soppy for me.</span><br />
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<b><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">What do you want to be when you grow up?</span></b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><b>Mia: </b>An ice cream seller!</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><b>Lila: </b>Head of the European Monetary Fund.</blockquote><br />
<i><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">A question from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Bluebelldesign" target="_blank">Bluebell Design</a>:</span></i><br />
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<b><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">What would be your perfect day? </span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My perfect day...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><b>Mia: </b>Go Cat for breakfast - I LOVE it but Rachel says it has the nutritional value of cardboard. Rachel's brother would be there and I'd sleep the morning away on his lap. Lunch would be a can of tuna, then more snoozing. About 4pm I'd be ready to play and Pete would dangle the giant fishing rod for a couple of hours, never complaining that his arm aches. Dinner would be poached chicken breast, then a long cuddle on the sofa while we all watch a film. Finally, Rachel and Pete would let us sleep in their room at night instead of shutting us downstairs. Ahh, bliss!</span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><b>Lila: </b>Mia would be in the cattery all day so it would be just me at home. I'd sleep all day and be allowed to come and go as I pleased during the night, and wouldn't be made to the use the litter tray like some kind of domesticated pet. I'd be hand fed all my meals while reclining in the radiator bed. Breakfast would be lightly sauted king prawns, lunch raw scallops, dinner roast duck breast. I'd be allowed in the Forbidden Room and the Forbidden Cupboard Under The Stairs. </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Finally, Rachel and Pete would let me sleep in their room at night, although Mia would be shut downstairs. Ahh, bliss!</span></blockquote><br />
<i><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">A question from Cherry (Rachel's MIL!):</span><b><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> </span></b></i><br />
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<b><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?</span></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A less dramatic adventure...</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Mia: I don't have adventures, I'm too clumsy to do anything very exciting. I don't like to go too far from home in case I can't hear the food bowls being clanged at dinner time! Probably the scariest thing that has happened to me was when I forgot how to get off the garden fence. Rachel had to come outside and bend over so I could jump on her back!</span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Lila: Undoubtably my disastrous foray up a tree last year. What can I say, it was out of character for me to act without considering all the possible consequences, but I got spooked and legged it up there before I even knew what I was doing. I couldn't climb down and I was up there for ever such a long time meowing before anyone came, luckily it was Pete who heard me. I needed the loo SO badly by the time I got down, Pete doesn't know how close he came to getting a cat-pee hair treatment...</span></blockquote><br />
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<i><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">A question from Mog's Togs Facebook fan Keziah:</span></i><br />
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<span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> <b>What is your manifesto?</b></span><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Mia: Naughty Torties For All</span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Lila: No domestication without sanitation. I demand the right to choose where I poo.</span></blockquote><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some cats aren't so fussy about where they poop...</td></tr>
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<i><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Two questions from Twitter pal <a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/kittyroland" target="_blank">Kitty Roland</a>:</span></i><br />
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<b>Whats the daftest things they have eaten/chewed?</b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">Mia: I can't resist a bit of cardboard or newsprint. Rachel puts her muddy walking boots on the local free paper and I love ripping it up into cat confetti. It floats around the bathroom beautifully!</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">Lila: I am very cautious about what I eat, I'll have you know. I lick everything about a hundred times before deciding whether to actually imbibe and as a result I've never eaten anything daft!</blockquote><br />
<b>Do they want Cravendale to #bringbackbertrum <span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"> </span></b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">In Chorus: YES!!(ooh, look, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/bertrumthumbcat" target="_blank">he's back</a>! Kind of...)</span></blockquote><br />
<i><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">Finally, a question from <a href="http://coolforcatsuk.com/" target="_blank">Coolforcatsuk</a>:</span></i><br />
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<b>What advice would they give two cats who are too scared to wear a collar (thus preventing their owner from buying lovely cat things)?</b><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">Mia: Come on, you silly wusses! Man up! Collars are great once you get used to them. Have you tried taking the bell off? They can be a little scary, and without a bell you can still sneak up on your humans. Rachel won't let us do that, boo.</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">Lila: I recommend a course of psychotherapy, possibly neuro-linguistic programming, hypnotherapy, or even some intensive talking therapy, to help them come to terms with the deep seated causes of this fear. It is usually related to father abandonment issues, which is sadly all too common among felines (just ask Mia, her good-for-nothing ginger father was no use whatsoever to me; of course her father abandonment has manifested itself in perpetual optimism and foolishness, although the latter might be due to me dropping her down the stairs when she was just a few days old, oops). Although some more militant felinists see collars as representative of humankind's desire to show their ownership of us, I don't subscribe to this tosh. They're just pretty things that make us look more awesome than other cats and provide a good way of getting us home when we wander too far.</blockquote><br />
So, did you like getting to know us? If you have any more questions for us then let us know in the comments, perhaps we'll do another interview session soon, this was fun!!<br />
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<b>Meanwhile, if you'd like us to feature your cat as a Mog's Togs Friend, please have them answer the following questions, and send us the answers along with at least one good quality photo of them to rachel@mogstogs.com (send more photos if you like!). We'll feature them all over the coming weeks and months.</b><br />
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<ol><li>What's your name, how old are you, and where do you live?</li>
<li>Who do you live with? (Humans and other animals) What's the best and worst thing about living with them?</li>
<li>What has been your greatest adventure / scariest moment?</li>
<li>What would be your perfect day?</li>
<li>Which is your favourite Mog's Togs collar?</li>
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We recommend payment of <b>5 Dreamies or Whiskas Temptations </b>as reward for your cat, for submitting to such a rigorous interview. If you have a blog or Folksy/Etsy etc shop of your own feel free to let Rachel know the link and we'll include it. We can't wait to hear from you!Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-52620696011749494842012-02-09T19:35:00.000+00:002012-02-09T19:35:28.019+00:00It's Time For Personalised Collars! (Again!)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Just a quick post to let you all know that personalised cat collars are available until SUNDAY FEBRUARY 12th on our <a href="http://www.mogstogscatcollars.com/ourshop/prod_1619144-Personalised-Cat-Collar.html">website</a>. We think they are totally fab and love wearing ours!<br />
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Our friends like theirs too (click to have a closer look).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie... Jumper... Loki... Pie - aren't they lovely!</td></tr>
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If your cat would like to look as TOTALLY AWESOME as us, all you have to do is go have a look at the <a href="http://www.mogstogscatcollars.com/ourshop/prod_1619144-Personalised-Cat-Collar.html">personalised collars</a> in our shop, and order by the end of Sunday February 12th. You have to wait a little while before receiving your collars, but we hope to have them posted out to you in the first two weeks of March.<br />
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As well as our "Classic" style, which comes in blue, pink, purple and lime, Rachel has a new style in stock now as well, with pawprints. This time you can also have a phone number or first line of address printed on the inside. Lovely!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Classic" Style</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pawprints, with phone number on inside</td></tr>
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</a></div>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-51259819004503863172012-02-07T20:22:00.000+00:002012-02-07T20:22:30.685+00:00Fight NightIt's been sooo cold the last week or so! Obviously we couldn't possibly set foot outside the catflap when it's so chilly, so we've been cooped up inside, with lots of energy to burn, getting on each other's nerves. I know, it's a surprise, isn't it, that we don't always get on...<br />
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Believe it or not, it often starts like this:<br />
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One of us (usually Mia...) is just lying down, chilling, when the other one (usually me, I must admit...) comes over and initiates a bit of unwanted physical contact. Usually this involves some face licking (think spit on the hankerchief; well, I am her mother!), but if that doesn't get the desired response, then the instigator will resort to flicking their tail in the other one's face, and if THAT doesn't work, then the last resort is a quick bat on the head with a paw... This video shows the usual procedure!<br />
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</div>The alternative scenario is more common when we're hungry, especially when Rachel or Pete gets home from work and doesn't IMMEDIATELY put food down for us. Then, anything goes, but generally it involves one of us hiding behind a door and sofa, and waiting for the other to appear so we can AMBUSH them. Mia is just as guilty of this tactic as I am. It's great fun, but harder to capture on film (much to Rachel's annoyance, because these games of hide and seek are very entertaining). The end results are the same, however:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ears back, teeth out</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I veel drink your blood!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-75816094647166106582012-01-29T18:24:00.000+00:002012-01-29T18:24:59.196+00:00Model CatsWe've been modelling the first two limited edition Mog's Togs collars for 2012! Aren't they fun?! Mia is wearing the <a href="http://www.mogstogscatcollars.com/ourshop/prod_1785550-Slowcoach-Tortoise.html" target="_blank">Tortoises</a> one - it seemed appropriate, for a little Tortie like her. She loves the little tortoise charm as it makes her a bit more jangly as she potters around the house.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pete says I'm the prettiest tortie in all the world! *preen*</td></tr>
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I am sporting February's collar - it's a <a href="http://www.mogstogscatcollars.com/ourshop/prod_1830054-Love-Hearts.html" target="_blank">Valentine's Day</a> special! It's got a little charm on too although I wasn't very good at showing it off apparently... Rachel said I was being too coy as I wouldn't look at the camera - well, would you, if there was a LEAF blowing around outside the door?!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favourite vantage point</td></tr>
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Being a supermodel for the day can be tough - for example, there's never enough room backstage for everyone.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Surely there's room up there for another size zero?</td></tr>
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And the pay isn't amazing, although having said that, Rachel said that the current going rate for top models was 3 Dreamies each, and we negotiated her up to 4 with a mixture of pitiful meows and big round eyes! How's THAT for bargaining power! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's not MY fault you put the charm on the wrong way round!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sorry, I don't actually get out of bed for anything less than a raw king prawn...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-72589400113713379932012-01-25T22:35:00.001+00:002012-01-25T22:36:43.707+00:00Snoozing...Sorry for the gap in blogging... Rachel has been busy typing, sewing, websiting, and hanging out with her new baby niece, among other things. She also says we aren't doing anything interesting enough to warrant a blog! The CHEEK OF IT!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wake me up when you need me!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-16140861969460215792012-01-11T21:33:00.002+00:002012-01-11T21:49:55.030+00:00Play Time!It's a shame that the holidays are over. Rachel is working hard in her new job, and Pete is busy too. We have got a temporary housemate in the shape of Rachel's brother, which means there's one extra person to play with, but we still have to entertain ourselves at times.<br />
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Here I am trying to choose which of my favourite toys to play with. From left to right... our <a href="http://mogstogs.blogspot.com/2011/10/tunnel.html" target="_blank">tunnel</a>, the little bunny, a crocheted mouse, a catnip mouse (both mice were made by Rachel), the rattly feather ball, and another random catnip thing that isn't one of my favourites but somehow made it into the shot... All our other toys are in the blue bucket.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where should I start?</td></tr>
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Now the rattly ball thing is great fun. It makes a great noise as I bat it around (until it rolls under the sofa...) but the best bit is the feathers on the top. I luuurrrrve licking them!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">schlurp schlurp...</td></tr>
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Although, you do have to be careful, because sometimes I lick the feathers so much that they come out, and Rachel has to chase me around to pull them out of my mouth before I eat them...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">nom nom, birdy!</td></tr>
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The catnip mouse is great for kicking. Rachel says she sews them twice so I don't immediately destroy them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">grr... why you little...</td></tr>
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But I do adore the little bunny. When you pull his tail, he vibrates! Lila's scared of him, but I love giving him a cuddle.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wuv you Mr Bunny!</td></tr>
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Ooh I can't decide!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too much choice!</td></tr>
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Tell you what, why don't you just give me a tummy tickle instead!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie90q-1xc4gl8zzN0T-DaN3258iT_Mnrh8YbOr0n3twRFF4uCHGaLzu1iARYnfdwfHN8MdWFLDI89cSHIAHXZl9prPKG3S0FuJCUeIbMTUfZ1BJzeY5EqJpB93LgaUI28Do6qb4C73RJo/s1600/IMG_4188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie90q-1xc4gl8zzN0T-DaN3258iT_Mnrh8YbOr0n3twRFF4uCHGaLzu1iARYnfdwfHN8MdWFLDI89cSHIAHXZl9prPKG3S0FuJCUeIbMTUfZ1BJzeY5EqJpB93LgaUI28Do6qb4C73RJo/s400/IMG_4188.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-22534383800189450212012-01-03T21:38:00.000+00:002012-01-03T21:38:05.463+00:00Festive RelaxationsBoo, the holidays are over :-( Did you have a good Christmas? We did!<br />
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We were in the cat hotel for a few days - we had so much fun that Mia didn't want to leave, she clung on with her claws when Pete tried to put her in the carrier! Then we got lots of time at home with Rach and Pete and best of all, with our Christmas present. We had been expecting a new scratching post for Christmas, as ours was looking a bit the worse for wear...<br />
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But clever old Rach took the wobbly bottom off (perhaps she can do the same for herself after all those Christmas chocolates...), and then flipped the whole thing over, so it's (almost) as good as new. And best of all, it still smells Just Right.<br />
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So with that problem solved, we turned to our next most pressing problem. Just how DO you get comfy while staying as close to the radiator as humanly (felinely?) possible?<br />
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To solve this perennial problem, I present to you the greatest invention known to catkind, and our Christmas present: the Radiator Bed! We LOVE it and have spent the last week either cuddled up in it, or waiting for it to become free so we can cuddle up in it.<br />
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I waited and waited for Mia to get out, surely she must need the loo soon...<br />
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In the end I gave up and went for a nap in the cat shelf (which has it's own specially made cat curtains) ... It's really tough being a moggie, sometimes.<br />
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</tbody></table>Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-17702582876355307042011-12-23T09:56:00.000+00:002011-12-23T09:56:34.615+00:00Ay CarumbaOur good buddy, Rachel's brother Peter, has been travelling around North and South America since July. We missed him a lot, as he often came around to visit us and sometimes looked after us when Rachel and Pete went away. He sent us quite a few postcards while he was away which was nice, and emailed photos of the cats he met on his travels, which made us a bit jealous :-(<br />
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Anyway, this week he came back to the UK, just in time for Christmas. He came to see us straight off his flight from Mexico, and we think he was pretty pleased to see us. We hardly recognised him though as he had some kind of strange hairy growth on his face... we didn't mind much though, because he brought us presents! Typically Lila refused to play ball but I LOVE my new sombrero! I feel a bit like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puss_in_Boots_%28Shrek%29" target="_blank">Puss In Boots</a>, time for some swashbuckling! <br />
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Isn't it a pretty hat...<br />
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I tried on the green one too.<br />
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But I wasn't quite as sure about that one.<br />
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But then, Rachel said that this the last blog before Christmas, probably, and a sombrero wasn't really very Christmassy. So she put this silly hat on me and I was sad :-( The sombreros are WAY better! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm so depressed.</td></tr>
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Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone!!Rachel (Mog's Togs)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01399402828879010671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8391585221055943249.post-85079970296661262572011-12-18T17:46:00.001+00:002011-12-18T17:50:10.157+00:00Christmas OuttakesMia got so excited about the Christmas decorations coming out last weekend, Rachel got a couple of silly photos of her... I know it's rare to get a silly photo of Mia (hmm...) so we thought you'd like to see them. Obviously, they both involve tongues.<br />
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First, posing with her new collar:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm actually testing the wind direction...</td></tr>
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Second, getting a bit excited while playing with the Christmas pudding:<br />
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Finally, this one doesn't involve tongues, but a bit of winking... Rachel's learned how to make a gif!!<br />
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