Hardly fair, is it? There we were, having a quiet snooze, not getting into any trouble. Not even thinking about mischief. When along came The Evil Witch and grabbed us. We were stuffed , most unceremoniously, it must be said, into the box-with-locks and hauled off to “that place.” Well, as if that was … More WE WERE NABBED!
By her me Sporran Herself. Our Secretary has a friend from the South and he likes animals, too. So he sent her a film about an owl and a pussy cat. Not the ones that went to sea and then got married. Because that would be silly. I’m not sure where this … More SPORRAN’S WISH LIST.
Our friend, Zulu, who is the stabilising force for her artist human, thinks it would be a good idea if we posted a link to a story about greedy humans. Apparently, there are people in the Government (that’s Zulu’s government) who don’t care about anything except making a lot of money. And this is how … More NOT ABOUT PILLS THIS TIME.
Oh, these bi-peds are such a push-over! The Secretary has had cats for most of her life so you’d think, by now, she’d know we are smarter. Oh yes, much smarter then she is. It’s time for those bloody awful worm pills. She knows we don’t like them. And it doesn’t matter how she tries … More HA HA! WE FOILED YOU! UPDATED
I was a bit cross with The Secretary because she went out just when a Big Storm was coming. I don’t like Big Storms! But when she came home she was carrying …a parcel! And inside the parcel… another parcel! Sporran and I were getting excited. “Open it!” we said. A box! With black ribbon … More A PARCEL!
Not that we give a hoot about such celebrations! Although sometimes there are extra little treats to be had. Prawns are rather nice! 🙂 And for some reason there’s rather a lot of sparkly paper and ribbon-y stuff. And a new toy! But the best part about this Christmas thing is that our Man is … More MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Three years ago, I broke my leg and Dr. Dave had to give me a new hip. [secretary; he didn’t “give’ as in a freeebie!] Well, on Sunday, my leg was hurting so Dinah stuffed me in that wretched crate and hauled me off to the hospital. Dr. Dave poked a needle into my sore … More BACK TO THE VET. AGAIN!