50 Ways to Train A Cat...

... was the title of the book that Ang was reading on Sunday morning. Why? Because 'little' Josh and 'big fat' Toby (our cats) had been attacking our Christmas tree all weekend and we'd just about had enough with them. Yes it was fun to start with when Josh jumped up and whacked a bauble halfway across the carpet, but after the 23rd bauble had dissapeared under the sofa it was time for some drastic training... unfortunately, despite our best efforts, no training succeeded and I'll probably go home to a toppled Christmas tree tonight. At least we tried.

While I'm on the topic of Josh and Toby, Saturday afternoon saw Josh clinging on to the top of the curtains in our living room!

WHY ON EARTH HAVE YOU CLIMED THE CURTAIN?

Nothing but a little meeow from Josh to explain his actions.

For the rest of the day both J & T sat on the table, peacefully looking up at the curtains but despite a "man look" I couldn't find what or why they were so interested. As I had my little goodnight chat with Toby about 11pm I thought I'd sit and stare at the curtains with him - if he'd managed to stare at the curtains all evening then the least I could do was to spend 5 minutes bonding with him and share the experience. After a few minutes I heard some rustling coming from the top of the curtains, and this time it wasn't Josh. Pulling the curtains back I couldn't see anything... but wait, that looks like a tail... hold on, ... A MOUSE! It had managed to hide between the curtain and the lining! Crazy thing.

Well, the next part of the story isn't quite as exciting but it involved Ang and I in our PJs with a broom each chasing the mouse out of the house as it ran from corner to corner and magically jumping 12 inches in the air!