...as Handsome does.
I do very well, thank you. Flossie's red throw is cosy.
You can have it back later, Flossie. Stop moping.
The hard lives of four cats (and an interloper) surviving a totalitarian regime.
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Hypothesis
They are strange creatures, humans. They like to get wet, for a start, and they even have a special room to get wet in; the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Rachel left this on a little dish beside the bath. She keeps saying it's nearly finished, and that she must buy a new one. We looked at that little dish with interest.
Sometimes Rachel leaves tasty morsels lying around on little dishes. This one looked a bit like cheese.
We decided to conduct a scientific experiment, and taste it.
Big mistake this time. Nasty! And definitely not cheese!
Rachel found a little bit that we spat out, lying on the floor. She laughed a lot, and thought of this:
We decided not to say which of us conducted the experiment; cats don't like to be laughed at.
And anyway, it might have been cheese; we have to take risks in the name of Science, you know.
In the bathroom, Rachel left this on a little dish beside the bath. She keeps saying it's nearly finished, and that she must buy a new one. We looked at that little dish with interest.
Sometimes Rachel leaves tasty morsels lying around on little dishes. This one looked a bit like cheese.
We decided to conduct a scientific experiment, and taste it.
Big mistake this time. Nasty! And definitely not cheese!
Rachel found a little bit that we spat out, lying on the floor. She laughed a lot, and thought of this:
We decided not to say which of us conducted the experiment; cats don't like to be laughed at.
And anyway, it might have been cheese; we have to take risks in the name of Science, you know.
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Unrequited
Scooter: Lottie, I lurve you. Be my Valentine!
Lottie: Gerroff!
Scooter: Is it my breath?
Lottie: My mother warned me about boys like that. Pushy types.
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Personal space?
No such thing in this house. Not with a little sister like Millie.
She was a nuisance when she was a kitten....
And she didn't improve as she got bigger.
And bigger....
She's so persistent. Can't take a hint.
And today, things are just as bad.
Sometimes I get up and leave. You should see her face then!
But, you know, sometimes I just Want To Be Alone.....
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