Thursday 28 February 2002

Hand-fed by Robots

Those dirty stop outs have been of on holiday again. Left me with a huge pile of food and lots of time delayed cat feeders. Who are they trying to kid? I know, I'll not eat any of it. That'll make them feel dead guilty when they get back. Haven't they realised that all the meowing to be fed is just to show them who's boss around here. I'm off to get some fresh food!!!

Tuesday 12 February 2002

I'm Fur-ever Coughing Furballs

I coughed up a big fur ball under the bed last night, but it still didn't wake them up. I guess my powers are beginning to slip. Still, trying to bury it under the carpet did the trick - another sleepless night for the evil-doers!

Saturday 2 February 2002

I Am a Leaf on the Wind

My owners now seem to be confused because I've been bringing in leaves over the last few days. Well, I found out one of them was a vegetarian (yeeuuchh!) so I thought I'd swap the dead mice for dead plants. And what thanks did I get? You try and do something useful and it gets thrown back in your face. Pass the catnip.