I suspect some of you would like to curl up next to Daisy in front of the fire, but I’m quite happy in the cold. Mummy says she’s bored of living in perpetual winter but I hope it never goes away!
The other day two cats decided to have a catgress on our neighbour’s shed. I knew it was a catgress because Nerissa mentioned these special meetings cats have in a post the other day.
I was very interested in what they had to say, but they very loudly meowed me away – how rude!
Daddy took this picture of me trying to dog-wig on their convo. Sadly it shows the woeful state of our garden which has been devastated by
me the amount of rain we’ve had recently.
Hello, loyal readers, you’ll be glad to hear I’m taking over Misaki’s blog again! Yes, it’s Daisy here. If you don’t know who I am, you can find out more about me here. But just to quickly recap, my human slaves are Misaki’s grandparents.
I thought you might like a break from that dumb dog and her constant whining about her recent op to bring you some news about me. As you can see, I’ve been keeping nice and warm in the prime spot by the fire.
I’m making the most of it as my slaves have been muttering about Christmas, and I don’t like what I’m hearing! Not only will Little Miss Dumb be invading my space on Boxing day, but on top of that, my slave’s relative will be bringing her dog too!! It’s going to be a full-on canine invasion.
I just hope that these two intruders – Misaki and Dizzy or as I call them: Dumb and Dumber - allow me to find some peace and quiet upstairs on my
human’s bed. In the meantime, I plan to spend as much time in front of the fire as I can.
Keep warm everyone, I hope you all have a dog-free Christmas!
This morning a cat walked along the back fence of my garden. Apologies in advance to my kitty friends, but that cat was trespassing! And I couldn’t have that.
Instead of moving on quickly, this cat decided to taunt me by giving me an evil glare, poking its tongue out* and nonchalantly tip-toeing across the fence and onto our shed. The gall!
I was outraged at its behaviour! So I took a mighty leap intending to follow it and force it to apologise. But the shed is quite high and I misjudged the jump. I fell straight into mummy’s planter. Ouch!
And worst of all the cat got away!
You better not come back into my garden Mr Cat. I’ll be watching for you!!
*this may not be entirely accurate
I recently encountered a strange creature called a cat. At first I thought it was cute and fluffy and was happy to make friends. But this ball of fur hissed at me in the most impolite manner. When I approached further in an attempt to make friends, giving her a wag of my tail and my biggest smile, the cat’s fur started to stand on end. I assumed it was having some kind of fit, so I stepped closer to try to help. I’ve seen the Vinnie Jones ad and figured I could give CPR a go. But just as I was about to make my move, this evil feline took a swipe at my nose, claws out!! OUCH!! Talk about cheap shot! Then it ran off like the coward it was.
I was prepared to give this so-called cat the benefit of the doubt and offer up the paw of friendship, but it drew first blood and this means WAR. Kitties beware!