Sunday, August 27, 2006

New collar

[Photo of me in my old collar at my old house, circa 2002]

Hi. Pabs again.
I got a new collar last week.
Nobody even asked me if I wanted one.
It's not that different from my old collar, so I guess it's no big deal. It's black and shiny. My last one was black and felt a bit like furry skin. Suede, Kate called it. But this one is like leather. I don't think it
is leather, though. I don't think that BigW in Kingston sells leather cat collars.

When my housepeople came home with my new collar, they took the old one off me and let me walk around in the nude for a bit. It felt nice, like when I was a kitten. I feel in touch with my wild cat ancestors when I don't have a collar on. It's nice just to be an anonymous cat every now and then. Sometimes it gets very tiring being Pablo, bearing all the responsibilities that being Pablo entails. But that's a story for another time.

I was a bit scared when they brought out the new collar, because it was a ringing collar. I hate ringing collars. Some cats have them, you know. Poor bastards. They can't sneak up on anyone so they can't fight properly and they can't hunt properly... I've instituted a 'no ringing collars' rule for the West Hobart Tigers. It puts some cats out, but we can't lower our standards. You don't see James Hird or Brendan Fevola running around the MCG with a ringing collar, do you?

Anyway, the ringing collar. It scared the kitty litter out of me at first because I thought that there was another cat inside. I looked and looked and sniffed and sniffed around the lounge room, but nothing. Then I saw the ringing collar. I thought I was done for. Skinny Ginge and Graham White would never let me keep on as Captain/Coach of the Tigers if I had a ringing collar. Don't get me wrong, some of my best friends have ringing collars, but I'm just not that kind of cat. Thankfully, Kate knows that, and she took the ring out of the collar before she put it on me, even when Nick
begged her to put the ringing collar on me for a little while, 'just to see what I would do'. Pounced on him with my claws out, that's what I would have done.

To cut a long story short, the new collar's ok, though it took a good few days to get my fur nicely arranged around it. Always takes a while to break in a new collar. Black goes well with my stripes, too. Kate put my name tag on the new collar, so everyone knows that I'm Pablo.
And that's the way I like it... most of the time.
Cheers,
Pabs

7 comments:

Cleo said...

Hey Pabs, just wanted to let you know how funny I think your blog is. I'm not in the habit of corresponding with cats, but all this new software means that there doesn't need to be a language barrier anymore. I think a lot of the trouble between cats and dogs has been a lack of understanding. But there are similarites between us. We both have owners who really cramp our style. Sure, Margaret tries to explain why she1s wiping my paws after I've been outside in the rain- but she doesn't understand that I'm not that kind of dog! If she wanted neat and tidy, she should have gotten one of those fluffy slipper-dogs! I have hutzpa! I must say I love that big portable sun thing that she has inside, though...

Pablo said...

Hmmm. I *guess* it's ok for dogs to read my blog.. I guess I can't stop them. You might think we're similar, Cleo, but we are also polar opposites: cat and dog, male and female, West Hobart and Howrah, don't-give-a-shit and eager to please...

But I guess you can't help being a dog. If I was a dog, I'd want to find out about cats, too... at least we both hate fluffy slipper-dogs! Poor man's excuse for a cat, I say.

ckhnat said...

reminds me of the time i cut my hair ... I LOVED it ... but it took a while for my friends to grow accustomed to it ... and then they started grabbing chunks of their own hair to snip off.

We were 19.

Mel & Paulo said...

GATO ESTUPIDO FUERA DE AQUI!!!!!

Pablo said...

For those who don't speak Spanish (and you'll notice that I do- my name is Pablo, after all), that means 'get out of here, stupid cat'. My first hate mail! Even though I moderate these comments, I'm big enough to wear that criticism and publish it. Nick says that to me all the time when I'm hassling him for food in the kitchen or when I'm on top of the bench or the table. I learned long ago to deal with it and have made it a habit not to comply.

Mel & Paulo said...

I would like to apologise as Beto has been using our login to comment on others' blogs. he now has his own login and has been lectured in appropriate jokes at the appropriate time. Just because its funny when nick says it doesn’t mean its acceptable when others say it. Sorry Pablo. I can assure you it was not hate mailBeto thought it was funny but didnt realise its not funny from categues. Beto is just annoyed cos his blog is behind du to waranty taking 5 months to fix our computer. He gets jealous cos Kate always turns up leaving Pablo hairs all over the house from her clothes. We have spoken to Beto and he agrees that he should not do things on oth people's blogs that he would not like done on his. and, seeing heis so precious about his blogs he is now on his best behaviour.

Coffee Beans
Mel

Pablo said...

No sweat, Mel. I can understand why a kitty like Beto would feel threatened by a bigcat such as myself. It's good for a little guy to have a bit of fire in the belly! Reminds me of myself as a kitten.