Hello once more! It’s your one-eyed pal, Bandit!
These days I answer to a fresh nickname at home, DespBandito, which foster mum keeps singing at me — and honestly, she sounds just like another cat when she does it!
I’ve pulled off a few cheeky stunts since we last chatted. One of our kind Barneys supporters donated some Dreamies to my foster mum. Well… the moment that packet rustles I turn on my sweetest purr and dash right over! I do have to share them with the other cats, huff, even though we all know I’m the best of the bunch!
Foster mum says I was all skin and bone when I first arrived in rescue, but now I’m just the right size and feeling wonderful! That meant plenty of sneaky extra treats in the early days, without the other cats catching on — though that’s finished now, and I only get treats when everyone else does too!
Silly foster mum sealed the packet the other evening and left it up on the kitchen worktop. I bided my time until nobody was about, then leapt up onto the side. I could smell them, but I couldn’t work out how to reach them! So I gave it a little scratch and that didn’t work….then a little nibble and that didn’t work either… so I bit down hard and used my feet to tear the packet open! Oh, it was glorious!!
Victory was mine, and so were all the Dreamies!! The only snag was that after scoffing the lot I felt rather sleepy, so I curled up on the empty packet as a pillow, still breathing in that winning smell, and drifted off for a cat-nap. Yep, you’ve guessed it — I was caught red-pawed!
Foster mum discovered me sprawled at the scene of the crime! She had a giggle and called me a greedy piggy, but NOW she locks them away in a tin!! So if anyone has hints or tips on prising that lid off, please leave me a message in the comments!
Ooooh, I simply must tell you about this handsome one-eyed cat who keeps trying to invade my territory!! I don’t spot it often, only when I wander into the upstairs hallway and glance with my good eye. This other cat keeps turning up, and foster mum calls it “a mirror”, which I reckon is a daft name.
We already have two one-eyed cats living here and I’m not prepared to let a third move in and share my treats! I hiss at it and it hisses straight back — the cheek of it. So I give it a warning swipe, and the “a mirror” takes a whack at me!! It’s rather solid for a cat and isn’t lovely and fluffy like me. I’ve even tried boxing with it, both paws up, smacking away, and it’s quick and hits back every time!
Foster mum usually scoops me up at that point to break up the fight, and as we head off I notice the other cat has clearly been scared away by my awesome battle skills, because it’s vanished too. But every so often she pops back and I have to put her in her place. I’ll admit, she’s a very beautiful cat — but I’m better looking.
I’m absolutely loving life. I’ve discovered a new hobby — Parkour — which is brilliant fun in the catio. I usually kick off my routine in the morning as the sun rises, get in a good early workout before breakfast, then fuss around foster mum while she gets ready for work and shove all her bits and bobs off the dresser — she loves it — and then I have a nap.
I’m getting really good at my parkour, and foster mum says she’ll try to film a video one day — if I let her!
Anyway, I must dash — the little people are home from school and I absolutely LOVE them, so I need to rub all over them and make sure they smell of me, not those stinky dogs!
Love, Bandit
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