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I
was very angry with my scratching post on this one occasion and felt that it really did need to be taught a drattid good
lesson for being so unbearably scratchy, mm
Our
Easter Wishes below, to all and sundry. Pûnkass carried me around the globe in this very cosy basket delivering eggs willy
nilly. We were dreadfully tired at the end of that day.
I
feared that this particular egg was getting a bit out of hand
Goodness
I got a shock when I was propelled out of this box, everyone was very concerned about my eyes but they weren't really mine,
know. Pûnkass hissed
and spat as I popped out and that gave everyone double the fright I can tell you, mm!
Yes
I do like butter as you can see from this glowing cup. This still was taken for a butter commercial, mm. I am very much
in favour of butter and believe margarine to be the nortiest of sheep in wolf’s clothing , it's only one step away from
plastic and not good for one’s health, no. Don't believe everything you're told is all I can say about this. Only
butter is to be used for the best of recipes.
Well
old habits do don’t they, mm, on and on they cling till every last opportunity and so here I am on my carpet of nip
that Pûnkass kindly harvested for my happiness.
Here I am taking my friend Izzy for a walk, with my handy pooh bags to clean up any mess that he might make.
I am very glad that there is no such rules for cats as I really couldn’t be fished clearing up after myself as well.
However, in these days of must-do correctness I am sure it won’t be long before it becomes the law that us cats must
clean up after ourselves, mark my words, we’ll see it I’m sure. You saw it here first, but it wasn’t my
idea, no.
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