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Marvin Sez…exercise your cat!

Marvin resting after a solid workout with the laser light and feather on a stick.

We cats are, of course, naturally gorgeous. Don’t be jealous, it’s simply the way of the world, but even the most glamorous of us cats need to do a little work to keep our physique in tip-top condition.

Luckily for you humans, we actually like it when you participate.

And it’s very easy.

We cats love to exercise, almost as much as we love to get our beauty sleep (and sleep also helps us build energy). So where do you come in? You don’t need to buy us expensive gym memberships, or even super expensive toys. You just need to join in.

At the very basic level, we will do our cat training by chasing a piece of string (bright is my personal favourite, but really, we cats will chase any kind of string). Or boxes. We like climbing in and out of those, too.

Throw us a ball, something shiny or even a toy mouse and we’ll stalk, pounce and hone our kill skills.

We also love laser pointers. They’re so much fun to chase. Even though we know we can’t catch a dot of light, we’ll try anyway.

There are plenty of fabulous cat toys on the market, and some of them are designed for us to play with while you’re busy. This is not our preferred method of exercise, but we’ll take it when we need too.

All it takes is 10 to 20 minutes of play with your cat to make us svelte and cat-walk ready. Best of all, you’ll win your cat’s approval (something all humans yearn for, we know) and you’ll have a highly skilled mouser in your home!

So, what are you waiting for? Go play with your cat!

Happy Black Cat Day

Scratches Malone

Meow. This is one of my favourite times of the year: Friday the Thirteenth. Yes, I am a cat who knows how to spell numbers. Probably because us cats have nine lives. It teaches you to spell.

We cats are like that .  Smart.

Friday the Thirteenth. A fabulous day for all cats who are black, shiny and glamorous (cats like me). I hear silly humans like to think that us gorgeous black cats are ‘bad luck’. What?! I know for a fact we are always a stylish addition to any household. We’re black. We go with anything.

But there are many myths about my kind that abound without restraints. What’s up with that?!?

I am here to set the record straight about the Black Cat.

We are not ‘witch’s companions’. We like many different folk.

There is a rumour floating about that we’re into flying broomsticks. Some of us can. I will not release those names.

We are always, always good luck. Anyone who says differently should be looked at with great suspicion. If you cross our paths you will not suffer bad luck. In fact, humans in other countries, like Great Britain and that former prison-island, Australia, think us sexy black kitties are actually very good luck.

They are smart, they are.

Okay, it’s cold outside, baby, but it’s warm in here, and I’m going to curl up and snuggle in against the faux fur linings of my luxury bed.

After all, it’s Black Cat Day. A black cat should definitely indulge!

Oh Sleepy Day

cleanliness is next to, well, Marviness.

This morning I overheard my human say she thought it was ‘dark and stormy’ outside. I know that means nasty things like cold, rain, people with poky umbrellas.

I do not like to venture outdoors (it only leads to the vet and being put in a cage – very undignified for a cat of my stature), so I decided to give my window a miss today and take a multitude of naps, back to back. Oh, I also like to throw in the occasional bath and ‘capture the hand’ game to mix things up.

Now, speaking of beds, I’d like to point out that up until recently I had an exclusive thing for boxes (there’s nothing like getting a good box and moulding it to your shape.  Everytime you curl up in it it fits you perfectly), but now I’ve expanded to actual beds.

Of course, I know the one I have is meant to be for dogs. But it’s big, soft and comfy. I can curl up and then sprawl in it. And, when I need a change of sleeping places, I’ll climb onto the puffy insulated messenger bag (My human takes it when she rides her bike. I don’t know why she ever leaves…silly humans) and curl up. It’s like sleeping on a cloud. Also, the bright orange looks good against my soft, glossy black fur…

The reason I’m talking about beds is this: if you happened to be owned by a cat, then you should get them a special bed to curl up in. It’s only right. But go for comfort over glitz, glamour and pricey tags.

Well, this has tired me out. Off to take another nap.