Christmas Pressie

I know it's difficult getting something for the cat who has everything: as much tuna as she can eat; a nice warm house centrally heated even when everyone else is out; a light on all night so I can find my way to the food bowl and a free paw to claw all the carpets and furniture whenever I want, but I was sitting under the coffee table minding my own business when this TV programme called Horizon came on. Not sure what rubbish they were talking about, but what caught my eye was the remote controlled rat - absolutely brilliant. So, if you're stuck for ideas...

Who's the Daddy?

I want a recount. I think daddy-long-legs count just as much as moths, but whoever is doing this web site's impression of Bill Frindal wants a good claw in the face

Woof Woof!

You dogs think you're so hard, don't you? Well think again. Today I had a staring contest and the big woose's owner realised the humilition her mutt on a lease was getting that she's dragged him away. I win!!!

A Site for Sore Eyes

I've been working my paws off on the new site. I hope you like it. I'm off for a well earned tin of tuna

Taking Out the Trash

Typical, you disappear for a week and everyone thinks they can muscle in on your territory. Well I showed them who was boss last night. Won't see that ginger cat around these parts for a while and as for that butter wouldn't melt in his paws black cat, he's lucky that I'm not allowed out the front door that often.

Free at Last!

The ransom has been paid. I'm back home and there's a huge amount of chickeny treats for me. It must be guilt for not paying up sooner.

Litter Bug

I've been kept under lock and key with only a bucket of kitty litter to keep me company. I ask you... a litter tray. Where's the neighbours garden when you need it? Maybe if I pretend to have Stockholm Syndrome, my captor will release me. Failing that I think I might go for a dirty protest on the stairs.