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WCB: Puddy’s Ear Ouchie

Katie — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 23:58:43 +0000

I was patting Puddy the other day while she was curled up on my lap and my fingers brushed something hard on her ear. I instantly thought “flea!” because it felt like that familiar little hard body they have. I learnt all about fleas when we first took Puddy in as a stray – she was absolutely covered in them and I would spend hours picking them off her and drowning them in boiling water. Eventually, with the help of flea medication from the vet, we managed to get rid of them all, but it was a horrible, horrible experience.

Anyway, with my “flea!” thought, I grabbed it between my fingers and yanked.

Whoops. Turns out it wasn’t a flea, it was just a bit of dried something (blood? skin?), and I had managed to pull out a tuft of her fur! Puddy didn’t react, but I sat there looking at the fur in my fingers thinking, “Oh, oh!”

See the little bald patch on her ear? I felt so bad about it, but she didn’t seem to even notice. Hopefully it will grow back quickly because now, every time I see her, it’s all I see!

At least it wasn’t a flea!

WCB: Puddy, Featuring a Box

Katie — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 00:33:48 +0000

Last week Phill and I went to Bunnings to buy some plants. We’d had a sudden urge to grow our own vegetables, especially tomatoes, since the tomatoes in the stores at the moment are ridiculously expensive and very bad quality. We came home with a chili plant, a cherry tomato plant, garlic chives (because I love them!) and a strawberry plant. The strawberry plant was a last-minute purchase, one of those impulse buys.

Bunnings don’t offer plastic bags, but they do offer cardboard boxes for you to carry your plants home in. Great idea if you ask me, although transferring your plants from your basket to the box at their tiny little desk of a register is a little bit of a hassle, especially with a queue of people behind you.

We got the plants home and decided to set them up on the BBQ, where they would receive plenty of morning and afternoon sun, but lots of nice shade too. While we repotted them, we absent-mindedly left the cardboard box on the table. Minutes later, we saw this:

Seriously … what is it with cats and boxes??

I love the leg up on the side of the box. She doesn’t like her legs being touched. One of my favourite games with her is to poke her legs as she’s lying down – she curls them up close to her, then when she can’t curl them any further, she lunges and swipes at me. She’s so cute.

Are you talking about me?

Weekend Cat Blogging is being hosted at Paulchen’s Foodblog, the Carnival of the Cats is being hosted at When Cats Attack and the Bad Kitty Cat’s Festival of Chaos is at Nikita Cat. It’s been a loooong time since Puddy last participated in any of these round-ups so she’s very excited this weekend! I’ve been a little quiet lately because I’ve been sick with the flu, but I’m finally recovering (and my voice is back, yay!) so I’m eager to get around to your blogs this weekend to leave some lovin’.

Scratching Post 2.0

Katie — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 01:42:36 +0000

In May 2009 I bought Puddy a brand spankin’ new scratching post for her birthday and hoped she’d use it, since she’s so unpredictable when it comes to cat toys. Luckily she did use it – in fact, she used it to death! Within a matter of months, it looked like this:

She’d completely ripped the top bit to shreds, revealing the cardboard underneath. She still seemed content with it for a while, so I didn’t buy her a new one, but recently she’s begun scratching at the lounge suite – something she’s never done before – so I took that as a sign that she’s given up on the scratching post and that means it’s time for a) a new one or b) me to fix the old one.

I figured, why not, let’s try to DIY fix this thing, since a new one will cost upwards of $50. I took it outside and put it on the table so I was at eye level. For the first real time, I took in the complete damage and geez, she’d gone to town on the post! The cardboard was even scratched up a little and I felt a twinge of guilt for not fixing it earlier.

First things first – I grabbed a pair of scissors and chopped off all the ripped material and rope. The top half of the post had actually been covered mostly with fur (the fur you can see up the top) and I think Puddy prefers the rope because it’s easier to scratch, but the rope bit was too far down for her to get a good grip. I decided for this reason, to wrap some rope around the top half instead of replacing the material.

Much better. Pulling off all the ripped material and rope revealed just how scratched up the cardboard was. For some reason, this picture makes me giggle when I look at it – it sort of looks like the post has a bowl-haircut.

I wrapped rope (fluro green, unfortunately that’s all I could find, but I don’t think cats care about colour) around the post, tightly winding it so it would be secure when she scratched. I glued both ends but didn’t glue the middle as I figured the tension would keep the rope on and if I found better rope later it would be easier to remove. And whola – the finished product:

But wait – there’s a cat in the picture! That would be because, the instant I turned away to grab the camera, Puddy jumped up on the table and grabbed the post, claws out. I’d tied a spare bit of rope around the top of the post to keep it in place while the glue dried – this will be removed later (so she won’t actually be able to chew on the rope), but as you can see, the bit sticking out proved to be a lot of fun for Puddy. I love the ears back – she was concentrating very hard!

I guess even though it’s a fugly colour of green, Puddy is pleased with her new and improved scratching post … and hopefully this means the furniture will be saved from her claws!

Phill and I are actually thinking about going out this weekend and buying some wood to make some cat furniture! We’ve been looking online at some simple plans and there’s a few really nice designs that don’t look too hard to make. Have you made your cat furniture? Heaven knows it’ll be cheaper than buying it!

How To Bathe Your Cat (without losing an eye)

Katie — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 00:02:14 +0000

Yesterday we got hit with a pretty bad dust storm which left the world looking very orange for the majority of the day. I managed to get Puddy inside and close all the doors and windows before it really arrived, which spared me the painful task of cleaning up a dusty house today. I didn’t get a fantastic photo but here’s one I took around lunchtime, when the sky should have been blue and the sun should have been shining brightly:

It was a pretty miserable, orange day.

This morning, the skies had cleared so I let Puddy outside. I discovered my mistake when she came in hours later – completely covered in dust and dirt! She’d obviously been rolling about in all the excess dirt left behind by the storm and now she was absolutely filthy!

Trust me, the photo doesn’t do it justice – it was seriously the dirtiest I’ve ever seen her! So anyway, there was only one thing to do – it was bathtime for Puddy! Or, as I said out loud to myself, “It’s B-A-T-H-T-I-M-E!” (Yes, I swear she can understand particular words like “dinner” and “bathtime”. It’s freaky.)

Now, let me preface this by saying I don’t believe bathing your cat is cruel and anyone who says it is simply isn’t doing it right! Cats clean themselves a lot and they do a good job, but sometimes (like when they are covered in dirt and dust) you really do need to step in and give them a hand. I figured I haven’t done a proper post on this before, so I grabbed my camera and decided to document how to bathe your cat (without losing an eye).

Step One – Run a Bath

Do this while your cat is elsewhere in the house (and make sure she can’t get outside!). If your cat is in the bathroom while you’re running the bath, she will panic and you don’t want that – you want her to be as calm as possible. Make sure the bath is warm, not cold. How deep to make the bath depends on your cat – I have found that Puddy is more tolerant of a deeper bath that almost reaches (but doesn’t touch) her belly, but your cat might prefer shallower. I definitely wouldn’t recommend any deeper than their belly.

Step Two – Get the Bathroom Ready

This involves clearing the space around the bath of anything your cat might knock over. Get rid of razors, books – anything that might get damaged or do damage to you or your cat. Lie one (old ratty) towel down on the floor and have another one ready, to the side. Take the lid off the pet shampoo bottle (trust me, you’ll want it ready to go). Please don’t try to use human shampoo. You can buy pet shampoo at the Vet’s or a good quality Pet Store.

Step Three – Find your Cat

Give your cat plenty of cuddles, scoop her up and take her calmly to the bathroom. If she’s anything like my cat, she’ll know exactly what’s going to happen and will start to meow. I guess now is a good time to remind you to make sure her nails are clipped before you try this. Anyway, bring her inside the bathroom and make sure the door is closed. Take off her collar and put it somewhere safe. Try to calm her down, but don’t spend too long on this. She knows she’s getting a bath, so don’t put off the inevitable if she’s not going to easily calm down. I swear she’s just hoping you’ll give in and let her go.

Step Four – Gently Lower your Cat into the Bath

I’ve found the easiest way to hold your cat is to put your hand just below her neck in front of the top of her legs, with your thumb coming up around the neck, along the shoulders. Obviously, don’t hold her around the neck. I’m not explaining this well, so here is a photo to help you:

See how I am not strangling my cat? The reason I hold her this way is because her first reaction is to want to jump out of the bath. To do that, she’d have to press against my hand, so of course, she’s not going to be going anywhere. Keep your cat facing the wall or lengthways down the tub (like she is in the above photo). You don’t want her to be able to grab a hold of the edge of the bathtub, because then she will be able to catapault herself out, sending water everywhere.

Step Five – Dampen your Cat’s Fur

Scoop up handfuls of water and pat it onto her back. I use a “patting” motion because it helps to keep your cat calm since they (generally) like being patted. Make sure she is nice and wet, but be careful with the eyes and ears – you don’t want to get water in those. I usually just do under her chin, under her ears (cheeks) and the top of her head. If your cat gets water in her eyes she’s likely to panic and if she gets water in her ears it can be difficult to get out again, which could lead to infection. Don’t keep her in the water for too long – either take her out or allow her to jump out once she’s wet. Remember that water will stick to a cat’s fur, so it’s not necessary to completely drench her.

Step Six – Shampoo your Cat

Put a squirt of shampoo down your cat’s back and rub it in. You might need to keep dipping your hands in the water because as you are shampooing your cat, a lot of loose fur will come off onto your hands. This is good – this is less fur on your furniture and carpet and of course, less fur for your cat to cough up later! Don’t forget to do under her belly and the top of her head (once again being careful to avoid the eyes or ears). Be gentle when you are doing her belly because the belly is a sensitive area for cats, as is the tail.

Step Seven – Rinse off the Shampoo

Lower your cat back into the water and hold her while you rinse off the shampoo by scooping up water with your free hand. It is important to do a thorough job here because you don’t want your cat to lick shampoo when she is cleaning herself afterwards. I find that, while Puddy is in the water, she responds well to my continuous talking, like “Good girl! You’re being so good!” in a calm, steady voice. Once again, be aware of her body language – keep your hand firmly in place to avoid a sudden leap for freedom.

Step Eight – Dry your Cat

Once the shampoo has gone, get your cat out or allow her to jump out. This is where the spare towel comes in handy. Grab that and give her a good pat dry. Don’t rub too hard, just give her a once-over to help the excess water come off. The aim now is to get her dry as quickly as possible. Cats can catch a cold, so if there’s a cold breeze, you need her to find sun and warmth quickly. I don’t recommend washing your cat in winter or at night-time, for obvious reasons.

There’s two ways to get your cat dry. The first way is to use your hairdryer on a very low setting. Your cat might not like this but Puddy doesn’t seem to mind. Just make sure you don’t hold it too close to her skin – you don’t want her to burn, and avoid blowing it in her eyes. The second way is to ensure she finds the sun. Puddy has a favourite room that she always runs to because it’s always got a nice hot Australian sun coming through the window.

If your cat is sitting in the sunlight and licking herself dry, she’s okay to leave alone. If she’s not in the sunlight, you need to put her in sunshine and watch her until she starts to dry. As I said – they can catch a cold very easily and their fur does seem to hold a lot of water. Oh, and don’t try to brush her fur while it’s wet – this can be painful for your cat.

Step Nine – Reward Your Cat

Your cat needs to know that you didn’t do this to be mean – you did it to make her nice and clean. Keep treats on hand that you can give her and of course, pats and loving words go down nicely too. Then, give her some space to clean herself – she’ll need time to regain her dignity! Trust me when I say she will seek you out about 20 minutes later, sit on your lap and continue to clean herself for another half hour. This is, what I like to call, my punishment.

At this stage, your cat might like you to brush her – you’ll get a lot of fur off and this will save her licking it up.

Step Ten – Clean Up the Bombshell Bathroom

Don’t forget about the bathroom, as I have done before. It will be very wet and very furry, so you’ll need to clean it up. Remember to get your cat’s collar and put it back on her as soon as she’s dry – you don’t want her getting outside without her identification on her. In fact, you don’t want her getting outside at all for a while, because now she’s beautifully fluffy, clean and smelling delicious!

So there you go – I hope this has helped if you’re intending on bathing your cat for the first time. I don’t do it often – probably once every few months when she comes inside really dirty. Indoor cats probably don’t need washing at all since they’re not exposed to dirt, dust, sand, soil and other dirty things you find outside. But if you’ve got a cat like mine, that seems to attract dirt, you may need to give her a bath once in a while.

Oh … and wear old clothes, because you’re going to get splashed.

WCB: Playtime with Puddy

Katie — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 09:49:15 +0000

I must admit that I have been rather neglectful of Puddy since Phill and I returned from our holiday. Of course, I’ve been feeding her and giving her the odd head scritch and I always give in when she jumps up on the bed and wriggles under the doona (much to Phill’s displeasure), but other than that, I’ve sort of been leaving her to fend for herself. I can’t remember the last time I sat outside with her, trailing grass runners across the yard for her to pounce on. I’ve simply been too busy and too distracted. There’s been laundry to do, a kitchen to clean, showers to scrub, carpets to vacuum, lawns to mow, jobs to attend … the list goes on and on.

That is why today, on my day off, I decided to go outside and spend some quality time with Puddy. She lapped up the attention, flopping and rolling and pouncing and biting – she had a ball and frankly, I enjoyed it too. Oh to be a carefree cat whose day consists of sleeping, eating, bathing and sleeping! Sure would be a pleasant change from having to be an adult with responsibility and stress.

The grass is looking a little dead because of the recent mow and lack of rain, which doesn’t make it the most comfortable to sit on, but I sucked it up for some playtime. I couldn’t find any grass runners since I guess I must have mowed over the majority of them, but I managed to find a longish bit of grass for Puddy to grab at.

I love Puddy’s concentration in this photo – she’s really eyeing the grass (yes, it is grass although it doesn’t really look like it!) and wondering if it’s worth her attention or not. Of course it is – any cat owner will see a cat preparing to strike in the above photo, her left paw about to reach up off the ground to swat at the grass. After all, who could resist something dangling right in front of their face?

I told you so.

It’s a half-hearted one-paw attack since the rest of her body is still flat against the ground. Her attention is obviously not completely attracted. Well, I can fix that, can’t I? With a little more effort on my part, Puddy finally can’t ignore the fact that this annoying dangly thing is really bugging her and she goes for a two-pawed attack.

I love her little claws ready to grab at the grass. Those babies were really long by the time we got back from holidays. Her new scratching post is scratched almost to death (I will have to show you a photo of the damage) in an attempt to keep them under control. I forgot to show my brother how to trim them but, to be honest, I am flat out myself trimming them because I am terrified of cutting the quick, so I’m not sure how my brother would have gone with it.

For more cat-related posts, visit Pet’s Garden Blog for the Carnival of the Cats. I’m not sure who is hosting Weekend Cat Blogging, but I’ll find out and update this post when I know. Have a great weekend everyone and thanks for dropping by, we love visitors!

WCB: It’s Time to Mow the Lawn

Katie — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 06:23:31 +0000

The worst part about being away from home for five weeks, besides missing Puddy, is that by the time you get home, the lawn has become a jungle. Sure, my brother was house-sitting, but as I didn’t list “mow the lawn” as one of the things to do, it didn’t get done. I must admit, I’ve been putting off mowing the lawn this week because I came home from holiday with a broken toe and the thought of pushing our old-fashioned push lawn mower up the hill, battling the long grass, just made me want to cry. Today, however, I was feeling up to it, so for documentations sake, here is the “before” photo:

Notice the cactus in the back which has appeared to keel over and is now being supported by the air conditioning unit? I went in for a closer examination and discovered a monster of a weed had sprung up behind it and pushed it over. I hate that back corner of the yard. The reddish plant is nice but makes it almost impossible to climb through to the back bit which was just dirt when we moved in and is now dirt plus weeds. I pull out the weeds every month and within days they are back. I want to tear up part of the reddish plant to make stepping stones, but when I asked the real estate I was told I couldn’t – apparently it looks good the way it is. Yeah, right.

Puddy decided to come over and see what I was up to. I don’t know what it is about our yard but as soon as we venture out into the grass, Puddy comes bolting over from wherever she was hiding. Perhaps it’s because I often sit out there with her and play with the long grass runners so she associates us in the yard with playtime?

Apparently she disapproves of the length of the grass … or she’s preparing to come and head-bump me because I’ve lowered myself to the ground in order to get a photo of her and am therefore vulnerable to her attack. Which one is it?

Yup, that would be a head-bump right there, silly cat!

Anyway, I got out the lawn mower and that sent Puddy running off. She’s terrified of it and I don’t blame her – it makes a really loud whirring noise. Our neighbour has a similar one and she’s outside at least a few hours a day mowing her (perfect) lawn and after about ten minutes of the noise I just want to scream. Our lawn mower is not my favourite thing in the world, but hey, it’s a work-out, it was free with the house and … it’s yellow. And yellow things are cool.

So, after a lot of sweating and swearing, I present the “after” photo:

TAA-DAA!

Haha, okay so it’s not totally finished (I didn’t even step foot in that back section), at least the grass is mowed. I did lean over and prod the cactus to see if I could push it back into place, but it didn’t budge, so that job is delegated to Phill for this weekend. Oh, and see that darker green patch in the middle of the yard? That’s where the weeds were the thickest and I had to mow over that section about twenty times. By the end of it, I was completely exhausted!

I love this flower (weed?). I think it is the only remotely-pretty thing that has ever survived in our garden, so I didn’t have the heart to massacre it with the lawn mower. It still stands there proudly, untouched, next to the driveway. Aren’t the colours beautiful? Puddy gave it a half-hearted sniff and decided it was boring.

This weekend, WCB is being hosted at Mind of Mog and the Carnival of the Cats is at Kashim, Othello and Salome’s blog. We’re looking forward to catching up with all our blogging friends – both human and feline!

Electric Shaver of Death

Katie — Fri, 22 May 2009 04:06:56 +0000

Puddy doesn’t get scared easily. Being a former stray, she had to learn to be strong and brave early on in life. I will never forget the first time she saw a rottweiler that was being walked on a leash past our house. Instead of freaking out and running away, she lunged at it, puffed up and hissing and I found myself attemping to pull my cat off the (stunned) rottweiler, apologising over and over to the bemused owner.

Since then, she’s tried to attack other cats, a german shepherd and even the poor mail man, so as a result, she usually goes outside on a leash, or when I am within grabbing distance. Even though she’s a quarter of their size, she thinks nothing of starting something with them!

While she is a brave cat, she does have her limits. The vacuum sends her into a frenzy. Strong winds freak her out, forcing her back inside the house to hide until it calms down. And hair clippers … oh dear, we discovered this particular phobia by accident one afternoon when Puddy was napping and Phill and I were examining my brother’s old electric shaver. We turned it on, it whirred to life and this was Puddy’s reaction, which took about a second to play out:

Her pupils dialated and she stared at the shaver apprehensively. I was surprised at this, since she tolerates more intense noises without a problem and the shaver wasn’t particularly loud. The only thing I can think of is maybe it reminded her of a trip to the vet last year. She had to be put on a drip, so they had shaved a little fur off her front leg. The vet had told me when I came to pick her up that she had been extremely pissed off the entire time and kept hissing at them, but particularly lost it when they started up the shaver.

Poor Puddy!

How does your cats handle loud noises, crazy winds and hairdryers?

Weekend Cat Blogging is being hosted at Life from a Cat’s Perspective, the Carnival of the Cats is being hosted at the House of the (Mostly) Black Cats, and the Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos is at Meezer Tails.

WCB: Stealth Mode

Katie — Sat, 16 May 2009 03:06:41 +0000

You already know about Puddy’s favourite sleeping place – on the back of our sofa set, since it’s so cushiony and comfy. Usually she’ll sleep in a relatively normal position – in a log shape, or curled up a little. However, the other day Puddy managed to roll herself into a lumpy, furry ball!

Where’s the head? Where’s the tail? It’s a bit hard to see!

I was taking some photos and Puddy must have heard me because she woke up. Well, let me clarify: she woke up but didn’t move. I only knew she woke up because she opened one eye and glared at me.

Stealth mode!

(Too dark for you to see? Click on the photo to view one I took with flash!)

Puddy watched me for a while, the only sign of life being her little beady eye following me around as I took photos. Once or twice her ear flicked, but that was it. She was obviously very comfortable and wasn’t impressed with me disturbing her (I was trying to be quiet!).

It’s getting colder here as we approach winter, so it’s always nice to be close to a warm, fuzzy purring cat who is, in fact, a wonderful substitute for a hot water bottle – as long as you can stop her from kneading your stomach long enough for her to curl up and fall asleep!

Weekend Cat Blogging is hosted at CatSynth, the Carnival of the Cats is being hosted at When Cats Attack and the Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos is being hosted at Life from a Cat’s Perspective .

WCB: Evidence My Cat is Crazy

Katie — Sat, 02 May 2009 08:42:47 +0000

Every single day, Phill and I are confronted with evidence that our cat is completely and utterly crazy, but as soon as a visitor arrives, she drops the manic act and appears relatively normal – purring, snuggling and sleeping, with no suspicious behaviour at all. This is frustrating because it sometimes makes us feel like we are the crazy ones.

However, I recently got some photographic evidence that Puddy is indeed crazy and I would like to share that with you.

Photographic Evidence #1:

Yes, that is Puddy hugging her scratching post. She was kicking the living hell out of it, then suddenly lunged forward and wrapped her arms around it … and stayed there. I slowly inched towards the camera as she watched me, and managed to get a photo before she pushed away from it and began to attack the carpet next to it.

I knew she recently has started loving her scratching post, but I didn’t know she loved it that much!

Photographic Evidence #2:

Every night without fail, Puddy experiences a 5-minute ‘crazy episode’ where she dashes across the room, jumping on the chairs and racing under the dining room table, bunny-kicks her carpet toy and bolts up and down the staircase, before disappearing into the laundry to poop. Don’t ask me why she does it, she just does.

Anyway, last night Puddy was having this “moment” and we, of course, were ignoring it, when all of a sudden we heard a thump, then a timid meow. That’s never a good sign, so we went to investigate … and found Puddy sheepishly looking up at us from behind the water cooler, sandwiched between the piano and the fridge.

I have no idea how she managed to fall down there, but it was pretty funny. She was rather disgruntled when she realised I wasn’t going to help her out, but rather I was going to stand there and take some embarrassing photos for use on my blog.

No, I’m not cruel – this has happened before and as we can’t reach in there to pull her out, we let her figure it out herself. After sulking in there for a few minutes, she finally sucked it up and jumped out.

Of course, she then went straight to the laundry to poop.

Such a strange, crazy cat!

For more Weekend Cat Blogging, visit Paulchen’s Foodblog. The Carnival of the Cats is being hosted by Three Tabby Cats in Vienna. And last but not least, the Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos is being hosted by CatSynth. Have a good weekend everyone!

WCB: Puddy’s Scratching Post

Katie — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 11:09:01 +0000

Daisy the Curly Cat recently spoke about her favourite scratching post, called the Purrfect Post and she showed us how she’s had it for three years, uses it every day and it still looks good as new! Then our bengal friend Vladimir told us all about his scratching post – which is a real fence pole in his backyard! Puddy and I could see a theme here, so for the first weekend cat blogging post we’ve done in a very long time, we decided to tell you all about Puddy’s scratching post!

This ratty mess is Puddy’s scratching post. Let me clear something up – exactly one week ago, it was almost in perfect condition, and Puddy rarely used it. The only reason it is beside the screen door is to try to deter Puddy from scratching at the door. Apparently putting a scratching post there would distract her (didn’t work).

Then suddenly, out of the blue, Puddy started using her scratching post again! The first time she did it, I yelled at her and squirted some water her way because I thought she was scratching at the door. Phill was watching her and said, “Uh, I think she was actually scratching at her post.” I didn’t believe it, but when I stood up and looked at her, I saw her looking at me with a confused expression on her face, one claw still clinging to the post mid-scratch.

Of course, I felt so bad and hurried to get the Temptations.

Here is a close-up of the ripped post. Phill and I can’t figure out why she’s suddenly started using it again – it’s very strange, but hey, as long as she’s not scratching at the door, we’re happy! It’s just very confusing now because whenever we hear scatching noises we have to look over at the door to make sure we know if it’s good scratching or bad scratching!

So there you go – Puddy’s scratching post, about three years old and hardly used until last week … and now it’s ripped to shreds! At this rate, I’ll have to buy her a new one – and I bet you she won’t go near it!

For more Weekend Cat Blogging visit Mr Tigger & The M-Cats Club, to see the Carnival of the Cats, visit When Cats Attack and finally, the Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos is being hosted by Kashim & Othello and Salome. It’s been a while since Puddy’s participated in these round-ups and it’s good to be back!