Aliens!

We all went for a walk today.

They tried to go without me - again. I had to break through the locked cat flap to follow them. I simply hooked the flap towards me, as Rachel had only locked it one way to stop me getting out,  forgetting that I am the cleverest cat in the household.

We had a lovely walk. A little girl on a pony went by. I watched her with interest.

Then we got to the field at the very end of the road, and....

I couldn't believe my eyes!

Enormous creatures with fluffy trousers! Aliens, obviously.

I looked at them.

They looked at me.

I looked at them some more.

Tricia took my photo, because I was mesmerised.

And then we all came home again. Sadly, the aliens didn't follow us.

I loved those aliens.

Glowing report

Hello.

It's me, Hamish. The golden boy.

Rachel loves me.

I can see why.

Oh, all right then, Scooter. She loves you too.

Sibling rivalry. So ugly.

I rise above it.

WTF?

Rachel - a woman of strange ideas at the best of times - says "No Swearing on your blog!" We say "WTF? (What's This For?) isn't swearing!"

Anyway, this award thing: what is it for? Does it scamper about and let us catch it? Can we eat it? Does it smell nicely of catnip? No.

Annie gave it to us.

We have to say thank you, apparently, although we can't fathom out why. No one says thank you to us when we give them something they don't really want, like a hairball.

Hmmmmm.....maybe Annie just wanted to be rid of it. Like we do with hairballs.....

Ah, now we understand. Thanks, Annie; we'll save ours up for you.

Exercise class

Just after I finished my last post, I had a bit of a think. What if Rachel was right? What if I was portly, as she calls my sturdy build? Should I start taking regular exercise?

And I realised that I should, if only to tone up my lovely curves a little. So I'm going to run my own Bums and Tums class, several times a week. Each class will include exercise, a nutrition seminar (practical), rest and relaxation.

I've had two sessions so far.

For the first one, I went outside, and hopped up onto the wall.

I had a good look over into Next Door's garden. They are the people who Hamish and Scooter spy on through the bedroom window.

And then I hopped down again. I have to ease myself into this; no point in straining myself.

I invited Scooter to join in. He's curvaceous and gets called portly too.

Scooter said he wasn't a body fascist like some. He'd stick with his lovely curves, he thought.

So I came indoors for the nutrition part of the class. I checked the dinner dish and went back upstairs for the rest and relaxation session.

The following day, I tried the other wall. First onto the wheelie bin. A promising start, I thought.

And then onto the wall.

I had a good look up and down the other Next Door's drive. That's the house where Millie's Enemies live. She goes into their house to tell them that she is in charge of their drive.

I got a bit stuck under the weathervane thing. Rachel commented that Bums and Tums was just what I needed to focus on, and maybe reduce the nutrition class element. What nonsense.

I cooled down, hopped off the bin, and went inside.

I checked out the dinner dish as part of the nutrition seminar,and went back upstairs to relax.

I didn't do anything today. This exercise lark is a bit boring and repetitive, is all I'm saying.

Maybe meditation is more my thing. I'm good at sitting still, just breathing.....

Isn't that ok?

Rachel thinks I don't get enough exercise. She says I just sleep, eat, sleep, with naps in between.

Not true! I tell her. I also spend time thinking.

And washing. Then thinking some more.

Sometimes she carries me downstairs and dumps me in the garden.

I might stay there for a few minutes, and then come in through the cat flap.

I always check the dinner dish before I go upstairs to resume my nap.

What? What?

Going upstairs is exercise, isn't it?

Refreshing

Rachel has a little bottle that she brings out now and then. It has a love potion in it.

She sprays the love potion on our toys.

It makes them love us.