That dog’s been here again and I’m so pissed off. Why does he always have to come on long weekends or when there’s a religious festival with food involved? This is MY time for sleeping late in bed, getting extra hugs and tasty tidbits, not his. I don’t care if it’s his first birthday. I … Continue reading The Rant and the Rat
Ron and I spent Christmas Day in the field behind On the Spot pretending we were lions. It’s our favourite game and because both of us are ginger I fancy we look more the part than say, Squeak who has long black and white fur and gets too hot and bothered to play for any … Continue reading Unleashing the Lion Within
Serafina was very disappointed that most of the local cats seemed to have forgotten about the Society for the Prevention of Un-Neutered Cats which had been over-shadowed by Christmas festivities and the unwelcome arrival of a crime wave in the Harbour. “It’s not only mail that’s going missing,” said a wide-eyed Serafina one morning. “A … Continue reading The Cat Thief
On the whole having Serafina join our little group was a good thing. We’d all upped our game somewhat. I certainly hadn’t embarrassed myself in the catnip again and Squeak had not only lost his winter coat but had put himself on a self-imposed diet. It seemed to be working although it was hard to … Continue reading The Society for the Prevention of Un-Neutered Cats (DHC)
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Right in the middle of the local newspaper was my picture. My picture! And one of Mummy underneath. Had the media been alerted to the rumour about an aggressive ginger brute living in Diamond Harbour whose name was now linked to acts of mindless violence? A psychotic maniac who had … Continue reading Cats in the Catnip
Huge drama in the Harbour! It happened yesterday morning when I was patrolling the southern boundary of the property in order to keep an eye on the two pugs next door. Now there’s a peculiar looking animal! When I saw them for the first time I thought they’d met with a nasty accident or perhaps … Continue reading The Rumble in Ranui
It’s hard to believe that I started life answering to the name of Max. I’ve only recently felt ready to talk openly about the trauma of my kittenhood which was marred by anxiety and uncertainty. After leaving Mother as a kitten I was taken in by a family who loved and cared for me but … Continue reading The Woes of Weasley
