Monday 31 January 2011


*the eating of non-edible items

I haz it.

I duzn't.

Oh wait. Maybe I duz.

Saturday 22 January 2011

Mi cama es tu cama, Scooter

Flossie here.

I am learning Spanish while I sit waiting patiently in the hall.

I can't get into my bed; it's in use.

So I have to wait.

Scooter is trampling my fleecy blanket. He's purring loudly, and Rachel thinks he might even be drooling.

I'm not getting into bed until he's gone away, taking those sharp claws with him.

I like Scooter a lot, but he really is a bit bonkers.

I mean, loco.

Wednesday 5 January 2011

Don't mock!

Pole dancing isn't as easy as it looks.

Not for the generously-proportioned cat, at any rate.