Rip it to shreds!

What? You thought we were going to write a Martha Stewart essay? Don’t be daft! We have better things to do, like training our bi-peds, following the Bag Moth (the bi-ped Man has named him Casey. Puh-leeese!) and snoozing.

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The Man moved Casey onto a bush in the garden and he keeps checking to see if Casey is still there.

It has been very hot here. Those people who chatter about weather on the television news are saying things like “hottest day ever recorded” and “record-breaking heatwave” and some of them even warn that “things will get worse”

We are sensible cats.We stay hydrated and find nice cool spots to snooze.Behind the big herb planter is good because The Secretary waters that often!

Now, our friends Jazz and Jewel (who live here ) have sent us a movie clip.Hmm…we see possibilities in this…

Happy New Year to you all.




Be afraid.Be very afraid…

It has been  hot. Very hot. So hot that even our shady garden patches have been too hot to stay there long.Much nicer to come indoors where The Secretary has fans making a nice breeze. But the heat does strange things to people and animals. Makes them all jittery and nervy, ready to bolt at a stirring leaf or a creaking hinge…

Yesterday, we had just had our dinner and were settling down to snooze on the sofa (me) and the rocking chair (Sporran), when all hell broke loose!

Quick as a flash, I raced up to the Big Bedroom and into my hiding place  ambush station in the closet.Sporran will tell you what happened next…

Loud feet, thumping on the stairs, shrill kiddy-voices that made me flatten my ears. The Man called out to Dinah “They’re here!”

Dinah turned on the verandah light and screamed!



Well, wouldn’t you?

But the bi-peds thought that the children had made an effort to look scary so The Secretary gave them some sweets and they left us in peace. But it was a close call.Even for a bold witch-cat.


. If you don’t know what it is really all about we have found a link for you: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samhain where you can read about it and then you’ll understand why we think it is a bit silly to celebrate in our hot season.

The next thing will be bloody Christmas!




Well, here’s a surprise – The Secretary has given us free rein today. Apparently, the ginger beauties over at  Jane’s place are hosting  this month’s “flowers in the house” so Dinah has said, since it seems to be a cat affair, we can do it.(She is messing about taking pictures of the Man’s car, then she has to cook dinner. Or something.)

So…it’s very, very hot and dry here so we are scraping the barrel for pretty flowers. But She did bring some home from the flower place which is right next to the Purveyor of Pussy Fare. Hmm…the flowers are already suffering in the heat so maybe we should send Her back to the shops again? Chick-ennnn!

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Here, you can see how we have rearranged the Silver Gum leaves. She had stuck them, plonk! in the middle, but we think they are better this way.You can appreciate the Leucospermum (that’s the funny-looking orange-coloured one. It smells terrible!) Some of the white bits smell alright. She calls them Chamelaucium .They never come.If she called me a stupid name I don’t think I’d come, either!

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Here’s another one.

Tomorrow, they will be in the compost bin. I wonder why the pi-peds pick flowers if they are just going to die?

In other news…Sporran is still having needles poked in her. Something to do with her plumbing, we think. But her appetite is fine!

Mr. Next Door is away so we are looking after his garden. He doesn’t have any flowers to pick either.  Everyone is hoping for the rain to start.

And the men will be coming to cut down our trees on Wednesday. We’ll see if we can get our paws on a picture box…






We have both just come home from visiting Dr.Dave. He says we’re good girls. He also says we both have good glucose readings. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!

I have to go back in 2 months for another test, but Sporran’s off that hook. How come, if BOTH of us have good levels, I still have to have another test? That smacks of victimisation!

But the bi-peds are happy and have promised a Special Treat tonight…

It’s drizzling and the road machines are back so snoozing seems the best option…



We are not amused. And that has nothing to do with the old queen!

The other day, The Witch scruffed-and-stuffed us with worm pills. Before breakfast!  Man! She’s getting devious. And the next day…? we were grabbed for that disgusting smelly stuff that’s supposed to deter fleas.

And this morning…we were stuffed in the box-with-locks and hauled off to see Dr.Vet.

It was a new vet today. He looks a bit like the boy across the road. Are children old enough to do things to us? But he wasn’t too bad.

Then The Secretary drove to the other doctor place and left The Man there and took us home.

Hahaha! The man had some pointy things poked in him, too.

But it’s dinner time now so maybe we’ll come in from the rain and forgive them…


Our friend, ‘kaika, who lives in California, sent us  these clever little poems. We could not find out who wrote them so we are going to share them with you since they are being quoted at various websites, author unknown. We will, of course, take them down if asked to by the author. 


The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.

So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string
Your ankle’s closer.

There’s no dignity
In being sick – which is why
I don’t tell you where.

Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.

Tiny can dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation
One star; service none.

Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards
This pillow’s taken.

Your mouth is moving
Up and down emitting noise.
I’ve lost interest.

The dog wags his tail
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.

My brain walnut-sized.
Yours largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?

Cats can’t steal the breath
Of children but if my tail’s
Pulled again, I’ll learn.

I don’t mind being
Teased any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.

Toy mice dancing yarn
Meowing sounds I’m convinced
You’re an idiot.


We have written one, too:

why keep special food

just for special occasions

why not ev’ry day.


And now we’re sending our minion to the purveyor of pussy fare to rectify the matter!