OK, funny, ha ha...!

Well for goodness sake, how was I supposed to know it was a trap. Just food in a box to me. If only that local tom cat would keep himself out of trouble and not need to be caught and treated we wouldn't have to have these things around interrupting us going about our lawfull business!

Guinness learning to sit! Has he not learned, there is no such thing as a free lunch - or a free tit-bit!

They have got to be joking!!!

Well, woe betide anyone who tries this on me!!

RSPB Big Garden Birdwatch

Big Garden Birdwatch? What's this? The menu?

Early Christmas Present!

 Hello little catnip toy, I really love you........

 I really really love you.......

 I really, really, really lub rooo..........

 I really, ribbery, reeeeelly, rub roooooo.....

 Hi rubbery, ribbery, rubbery, lubb looo.....

Hi  ribbery, bribbbery, rubbery, bribbaby, rabbubbub, brubbibub, blehhhh...........
Wwwwwoooowww....

Ground Bait

At last, they've put them out. A bit unsporting putting them under the eaves 7 ft up though, I thought. How's anyone supposed to catch the visitors  up there? I only eat the blue ones anyway.. How Rock and Roll is that?

To be honest though, the birds are pretty safe nowadays. I can't be bothered, they've flown away by the time Wibble's remembered what they are and what to do with them, and Guinness is agoraphobic!

Tam's Back!

A familiar face returned after disappearing shortly after Christmas. Apparently she (Tam) had been to somewhere called 'New Zealand'. I went to the edge of my car park and looked really hard into the distance but I couldn't see anything that looked like she described. No snow topped mountains, open green fields and sunshine. Also she has aged since going away, everyone is  laughing about her being 40! That actually makes her 6 in cat years so she is a mere youngster! If I were a human I would be 64!!

We've also got more young things around to take everyone's attention away from me. There are 2 black and white kittens, one really cute looking young lady and one mean jack the lad. I think the little spitfire of a boy will be the tearaway sort.....always in trouble and ready for a fight.....so I think he needs to go and live in the countryside where life is quieter and he can take his frustrations out on the wildlife. The young lady on the other hand is the quiet thoughtful type, quite how they can be brother and sister I don't know. Chalk and cheese! She does tremble when approached by my girls but she soon relaxes when she is fussed and has even been heard to purr. My girls will soon convince her people are good and have their uses. I'm sure my calm, confident self wandering around will reassure her too. Who can resist the charm of a suave sophisticat such as me!