Thursday, May 28, 2009

Who's this?

What's she doing on my patch? Friend or foe?

Monday, May 25, 2009

You light up my life

This is Beachy Head near where we live at St Leonards on Sea. I can see it in the distance when I look out my window although I prefer looking at the seagulls that land outside on the balcony.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Another famous cat to tell you about ...

From The Sun 24 May

Eye on the prize ... Midge

(Ben Lack Photography)

Owner Martin has been training with 12-year-old one-eyed Midge since his pet beat him back from the shops.

He made their runs into eight-minute film The Great Race and it is now being shown at the Cannes film festival in France.

O2 worker Martin, from Bradford, has flown to France in the hope Hollywood will want to make it into a feature film.

He also plans a sequel which sees Midge race Olympic hero Usain Bolt.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Bob sent us this - we thought it was worth sharing

The Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep
up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.
I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that
my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what
this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released,
and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move.
My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated
cell, so he is safe.

For now...

Saturday, May 16, 2009

What a smell ...

This morning I found some fox poo in the garden, and I don't mean Mulder. That fox takes liberties, and I am going to be 100% on guard this evening to prevent him from using my personal 'litterbox' for his business again.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

What's this - giant birds?

Have a look at our other blog for more Jack on the Green May Day parade pictures. Purrs FAZ