Wednesday, 27 August 2014


Today I met a cat.

Streetmog number: 342
Streetmog name: Stuart
Actual name:
Location: Door mat
Preferred stroke: Chin scrunch
Character: Olde
Other: Stuart was an soft, old and friendly black and white cat, sat on a mat - so what do you think of that?

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Four down, nine to go

The cat collecting continues at a slow, intermittent but steady pace, and we're on track to reach the target of 350 mogs before the last bill is delivered...

Streetmog number: 338
Streetmog name:
Actual name: Puss-puss
Location: Garden wall
Preferred stroke:
Character: Risk taker
Other: Puss-puss (real, adorable if daft name, as I met her owner and had a little chat) was walking down the middle of the street which was thankfully nice and quiet. I realised she had spotted her owner and was welcoming her home. I couldn't be bothered to get closer for another pic as it was hot & I was heavily laden.

Streetmog number: 339
Streetmog name: Sweeney
Actual name:
Location: Iron stairway
Preferred stroke: Back rub
Character: Jumpy
Other: Sweeney was waiting at the top of the steps along with Geoffroy below. I don't think she lived here but was merely causing trouble. She was an energetic thing and despite my best efforts to get a decent photo, her continuous movement meant that this was the only usable one.

Streetmog number: 340
Streetmog name: Geoffroy
Actual name:
Location: Top of stairway
Preferred stroke:
Character: Fazed
Other: This beautiful kitteh seemed very unsure of anything. He was wary of me, and unsettled by the aggravating antics of Sweeney. He just wanted to be let in and left in peace.

Streetmog number: 341
Streetmog name: Vimto
Actual name:
Location: Garden chair
Preferred stroke: Whatever
Character: Dozy
Other: This soporific mog was not cognizant of my presence until I made some noises to attract his attention (wake him up). He barely moved, unable to lift his head off the cushion nor open his eyes. Bless the old ginger.

Friday, 8 August 2014

Mogs are back in Wimbletown!

Recent conversations about this blog's demise inspired the mog hunter in me to make an effort to seek out some fresh felines, and as a result I present five new specimens for your pussy perusing pleasure. With about four weeks of plodding/driving the streets of Wimbledon remaining, I am confident that the 350 mark will be reached. It's good to be back!

Streetmog number: 333
Streetmog name: Preto
Actual name:
Location: Garden
Preferred stroke: Chin tickle
Character: Coy
Other: Preto seemed keen on being fussed over but was a fairly shy fellow and, despite a momentary enjoyment of some chin tickling, decided to up and leave after a few seconds. Suit yourself, mate.

Streetmog number: 334
Streetmog name: Biscuit
Actual name:
Location: Path
Preferred stroke: Cheek rub
Character: Cuddle monkey
Other: Biscuit was a sweet little thing, approaching me with trepidation but settling down at my feet to enjoy some fussing. She had a quirky purr, which pleased me.

Streetmog number: 335
Streetmog name: Fatsuma
Actual name:
Location: Front garden
Preferred stroke: Head rub
Character: In charge
Other: I was well chuffed with the name Fatsuma, but wondered if Fatsumo would have worked even better. This lexical ponderation could be happily discussed over a pint with a word nerd as like-minded as myself, but not today, or ever. Anyway, this portly ginger was a hoot, as the photos clearly show. In fact, for this reason alone, I will write no more.

Streetmog number: 336
Streetmog name: Miss Milquetoast
Actual name:
Location: Communal garden grounds
Preferred stroke:
Character: Scaredy cat
Other: This nervy lady was sat happily under a tree in the classic "laying eggs" position, keeping one eye on some squirrels who were making a right racket in its upper branches. She wasn't keen on my approach although she did wander over for a sniff and a brief hello.

Streetmog number: 337
Streetmog name: Aziza
Actual name:
Location: Same place as Miss Milquetoast
Preferred stroke:
Character: Same as Miss Milquetoast
Other: Aziza was a beautiful moggle and trotted over to say hello, despite the presence of Miss Milquetoast. She wasn't, however, relaxed enough to let me stroke her, which I have to admit was a disappointment. The two kittehs then proceeded to wander off, sniff each others' bums, and generally do what cats do best - show disdain to humans.