Sunday, 21 September 2008

Faster than a speeding bullet


I think I must be adopted because my mother can fly and I have superpowers too. I mean I can summon Mr Woman from anywhere on the planet and all the other cats around here are in awe of me because they all say I'm "special."

Wednesday, 17 September 2008

Exercising self-restraint

Mr Man keeps making me watch this video and "take notes."

Aw nuts!

One of these days I'm going to shove that camera somewhere that even a flash won't shine.

Monday, 15 September 2008

Sunday, 14 September 2008


This is Stubbs. He's WEIRD!!!!1! He sits on my window sometimes but he doesn't have any friends. Except Scamp. He follows Scamp everywhere and yowls at anyone who comes close. And his eyes point in different directions. Mr Indy calls him "chubbs." Well, ok, I know Mr Indy can't speak but he mimes well. Sometimes he gets me and Stubbs' name confused and calls me "chubbs" as well but that's probably because he's not as in, ingelli, as smart as me.

Thursday, 11 September 2008

Now what?

There's something strange in the little water world. Not exactly sure what to make of it but it sure has big fins.

Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Strange around here

You know, when you've been around the block a few times like I have then you've seen a few things. But I ain't never seen a brutha as weird as the little chubster. He's got the attention span of a flea and a mother complex you could float an aircraft carrier on and now he's obsessed with bugs. That and the cute little tortie down the road. Cute but seriously confused.

Anyway, I'm told that catblogging requires me to post a photo so here's one of my profile. Rather fetching if I say so myself.

My favourite!

I love my crikkitz! Every day when Mr Man feeds Rodney I rush up to him and remind him of how I saved Rodney from his flying accident and then Mr Woman says "go on, let him have a crikkit!" And Mr Man always does! Mr Man always does what Mr Woman tells him to. So then I get to chase and pounce and eat! Crikkitz are great fun! They're nearly as good as stix.

Monday, 8 September 2008

Lissen to me

My chubby lil buddy's been goin on about this blogging lark. Sez it's the best way to get food from the humans and he should know. That cat ain't starvin, if you catch my drift. Not like me. I need food. Gotta get mah biskits n meat. When you've been shaved in the unmentionables you get a mite chilly at nights and I needs me some central heatin.

Hang on, the chubster's squeakin down there again. Apparently I gotta tell the reader what's going down. Someone reads this? I wonder if they'll feed me if I look up hopefully at em. I'll try the silent approach, that usually works.

Friday, 5 September 2008

Warm and cozy

Here in my bag, I'm warm and cozy.

Tuesday, 2 September 2008

He's back!

Mr Indy came back home yesterday after spending ages seeing Dick the Vet and eating lots of Rock Pie. He hasn't said much about it but it must have been a wild holiday because he's had his hair shaved funny, like an Indyan with a Mohican and seems to have had piercings done.

Hopefully now he'll start sharing his food with me again so that Mr Woman can't feed me those horrible "low fat" nibbles. Yuck.