Let me in, I want my breakfast!

Look at that cute little cat, all afraid, looking through the door.

I’m Daisy, and my Dad – the human one – took that picture a couple of days ago. I wish he’d been in a bit more of a hurry to open the door and let me in. I was hungry, and I’d been out all night, unable to get inside and snuggle up on a bed.

What did you say? Oh, that thing next to me is known as a cat flap, is it? I didn’t know that. I don’t use it, it’s scary. I’ve seen my cat mum, Malcolm,  and some of the other cats here go through it, but I just can’t bring myself to go near it when the flap starts waving around like that. So if I don’t get inside before Mum and Dad go to bed, I end up having to stay out all night. Not a lot of fun, ask my younger sister, Molly, – about five minutes younger – she can’t stand it either.

In the last few days, my human Mum’s started to hold the flap open for me a bit. I don’t mind it so much then, I can get through without anything hitting me. Trouble is, she’s not always around to do that for me.

I think Dad secretly doesn’t mind when I’m stuck outside, because it means I can’t get on their bed and grab their toes or anything. They’re not too keen on claws in their feet for some reason. Actually Dad  frightened me a bit the other night, and even alarmed Mum, I think. Not really sure why. He was just settling down to sleep when I grabbed his foot through the bedclothes with both my front paws – of course my claws were out, I’m a cat! – and he let out a bellow that I’m sure the neighbours heard.

After he calmed down, he was talking about shutting me outside if I did it again. No worries there, I was off the bed after he shouted out a pretty naughty word!

But I do love being on their bed, really. In fact, they’ll both tell you I love cuddling up to them. Mum was getting a little irritated with me this morning, though. I just touched her face with my paw a few times, just to let her know I was there, but she didn’t seem happy. She muttered something about “half past four in the morning”. I have no idea what that means.

Their bed’s huge, like an inside playground. Sometimes I can bounce on Dad’s stomach and he doesn’t even wake up. Mum tells him about it the next morning. There’s this really high bit just above where they put their heads, and I love jumping up there. Then I can look down on them, or walk up and down and try to see what’s happening outside, though that’s tough with the curtains drawn.

I can even sit on the window sill behind their bed, but I’m not so keen on that anymore. A couple of weeks ago, I leaned against the window a bit and it popped open, and the next thing I knew, I was sliding down the roof!

Mum and Dad weren’t happy. They kept muttering something about it being “really early”, and then trying to get me to run up the roof towards the window. No way! Scary as!

So I went out to the end of the roof and looked down. Even scarier! Then Bryan decided he wanted to see what was happening and the parents let him come out because they thought he was braver than me and might show me the way down from the roof. What a joke that turned out to be! Now there were two of us stuck out there.


Eventually Dad had to climb onto a little stepladder and get us to come towards him at the corner of the roof in that picture. But it took a long time before either of us were brave enough to go right to the edge so he could pick us up.

What an adventure! Needless to say, it’s not one any of the Seaview 6 want to repeat. So I’ll stick to bouncing around that bed for now, as long as I manage to get in before they lock up.


I’m not sure my Dad would approve of that headline. He’s an editor and he doesn’t like the excessive use of punctuation like exclamation marks. He wouldn’t allow it in a story in the paper, I know.

But it is something my Mum loves to yell out, sometimes when she’s calling us in to be fed, and sometimes when she’s just looking at kittens. She loves them.

She’ll say it when she sees a picture like the one above. Dad took that when my sisters and I were still tiny, about a year ago. Cute, aren’t we?

I’m Moo, by the way. You can’t really see me too well in that photograph, but I’m on the left. Molly, in the front, is hogging the spotlight, along with Daisy, on the right.

As cute as they are, however, nothing they can do will ever change the fact that I was first out when my cat Mum, Malcolm, settled down on my human Mum’s bed, looking a touch uncomfortable, and my human Mum quickly picked her up and put her in the blanket-lined box she’d prepared for our arrival. She’s always been good like that.

As well as being first out, I’m also the biggest of this crowd, much bigger than Bryan, who introduced us a few days ago. So I’m really the leader of this pack. We’re the only two males among the Seaview 6, you see, and I’m almost twice Bryan’s size. So it makes sense; alpha male, leader.

I have to admit, though, that I was a bit of a scaredy cat when Mum and Dad got us in the car and moved us up from Dunedin to Timaru. I’d been a really good hunter at Mum’s old place in Dunedin. She’s got a picture somewhere of me trying to get through the bathroom window with a huge rat I’d caught, before she shut the window. I don’t think she wanted to clean up after me, somehow.

When we got to Timaru, though, I was pretty nervous. I didn’t know anything about the place, and for the first week, before they let us outside, I wasn’t too keen on leaving my basket a lot.

Now I’ve got the lay of the land, though, I’m completely at home. In fact, I’ve taken over one of the comfy armchairs in the lounge. Everyone knows it’s mine. Look how regal I look, sleeping there on my cushion.


My human parents will tell you I’ve chased off the neighbouring cat – a black and white one they’ve nicknamed ‘Batman’ – when it’s come visiting a couple of times. I taught him a lesson by clobbering him on the head the first time, but it can’t have been that hard, because he’s always wandering back through the garden here.

I gave Dad a bit of a scare just after we moved in. He was going to work in the afternoon and he’d decided to have a snooze before getting ready.

That’s when I decided to have a walk on the window sill above their bed. Next thing I knew, the window had sprung open and I was sliding down a steep section of the roof below their window. Dad was woken up by the sound of my claws scratching on the metal.

I didn’t know what to do. I walked out to the edge of the roof, where it wasn’t quite so steep, but it was a long way down to the lawn! I wasn’t going to try jumping!

Eventually, after he’d been downstairs to raise the alarm, Dad came to the window and stretched his arms out towards me as he called out to me to go towards him. I gave it a go, took a run at the steep bit of the roof, and then hopped right over his outstretched arms onto the bed.

I tend to avoid that window sill now. I just lie in the garden, or on my chair, and look regal.

Until Mum yells “Kittens!” and I rush for food.

Yep, it’s all action here in Seaview, all right. But I’m happy just to look good.