Monday 16 May 2011
Guest Cat Of The Month For May: Puddy
Intrepid Adventure Pussy, Cata Hari
Lynn and Simon. Though given my status as a secret undercover agent for the Cat Intelligence Agency, the term ‘handlers’ is probably more appropriate.
I could tell you that, but then I’d have to eat you…
Scaling vertical objects, free running, paw-to-paw combat, killing things. Not necessarily in that order.
What constitutes a perfect evening for you?
Quite like doing a stake-out under the hedge – amazing what you can spot if you sit still long enough. I like watching Spooks too – I’ve got quite a few good ideas from them, though their fitness and agility levels are laughable compared with mine.
Ideally something that’s still warm. I quite like Iams though - crunching keeps my teeth sharp.
Defining moment of your life?
Getting stuck 30 feet up a tree the first time the handlers let me out. Never been so embarrassed in my life, and freaked the handlers out too. That’s when I knew I had to do more CIA training…
There’s a nasty black and white impuss-ter who makes incursions into the safe house through the cat flap at night. I suspect there’s a mole in the garden, but I’ve got him tailed.
If you could do one thing to make the world a better place for felines, what would it be?
Putting me in charge. I’m cleverer than most humans I know. And I can, of course speak - I just choose not to.
If you could meet a celebrity who would it be and why?
I could give that Daniel Craig a run for his money – call himself a secret agent - doesn’t even have the latest fibre-optic hyper-sensitive whiskers!
Which one of the cats in Under The Paw and Talk To The Tail would you like to be stuck in a lift with?
I’m afraid all cat-ernisation has to be puss-itively vetted in advance. And a pro like me doesn’t get stuck in lifts – I’m out through the ceiling and up the cables before you can say ‘shaken, not purred….’
I was one of a litter of five, but it’s generally agreed I got all the brains. Even at five weeks I was leading an expedition under the washing machine, and less than a day after I came to my new home I was already looking for optimum escape routes. I live with my brother Biscuit who’s a sweetie, but not much good as a field agent, and hopeless in a Code K9 (that’s ‘dog on the grid’ to you). Though he can be useful as a sparring partner to practice my paw-to-paw combat on (the handlers have a pic of that).