Home at last

Back in our familiar cat room at Stantonbury Surgery. Thank goodness. Maybe Wibble will be a bit less wibble now!

No fixed abode

Moved to Eaglestone before Christmas, staying with those nice people at Vets Now over Christmas, and now back at Eaglestone. Where will it end? I want to go home! Wibble is now completely stir crazy.

Chilly!

Wibble won't go outside, and I feel a winter coat coming on! Brrrrrrrr!

Rumbled!

Can't believe it! Thought the shelf under the ultrasound machine would be the perfect place to hide. Now I'm back in the kennel room for the weekend with goldfish brain!
Still, probably for the best. If I'd thought the whole thing through I mught have realised that I'd be spending the weekend in the dark - and hungry.

Snooping?

A little birdy told me that a feed from this blog is now going straight to the website!
What a nice little birdy.
Especially the crunchy bits

Pipes and gripes

Wheldons, the plumbers, have been in the past 2 days, re-routing the water pipes. Wibble has chosen to spend the time hiding outside - eating al fresco and refusing to come back in! So be it. That cat is not playing with a full deck!!

Kids!

The place is full of cats with kittens. I'm off out!