St George’s day contest

Today is St George’s day, he’s England’s patron saint because he killed a dragon.

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I’ve never killed a dragon, but I did kill a monster a while back. I wasn’t made a Saint even though he was a massive threat to the safety of my peeps. In fact, they didn’t seem very impressed at all. I’m pretty sure some of you have also been unappreciated for such noble and selfless acts of homeland security, right?

So I’ve decided to right this wrong. I’m having a contest to find the bravest furry around and will make them the Patron Saint of Blogville!

To enter, just send a photo of you defeating an evil foe, whether its a stuffie, a cushion, plastic bottle or even a toilet roll!  Email your pics to me at misadventuresofmisaki@yahoo.co.uk by Saturday 27th and the voting will start on Monday 29th.

Everyone can enter no matter what kind of furry you are or where you live. They’ll be a prize for the winner along with the coveted title of Patron Saint of Blogville.

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Can’t wait to see your entries!


Monster Attack!

The most terrifying thing happened. A monster broke into the house!!

SCARY!!!

SCARY!!!

But luckily I was around to deal with him and he wasn’t on the loose for long!

Sorted!

Sorted!

Phew! Wouldn’t want him hiding under the bed!


The Monster returns

I mentioned in a previous blog entry that there is a metal monster roaming our streets (See Monster on the Loose!).

Well, over the past few weeks I’ve come to realise that there is a pattern to its behaviour: it comes round every monday morning. Previously I thought it was stealing food from the humans, but I now believe the situation is graver than that – the food is in fact a tribute which the humans leave out to placate the monster and stop it from eating them!!

The pieces finally came together this morning as I walked my human. I’d noticed that they purposely leave the food containers out every Sunday night so that they are at the end of the front garden, making it easy for the monster’s minions to pick them up the following morning.

When I realised this, I rushed home hoping to confront the monster myself, if the humans can’t speak up for themselves then I’d have to do it for them!! I rushed so fast that my human started to complain that I was pulling and at one point she even slipped over in the mud. I did feel bad about that, but it couldn’t be helped, she was lagging behind and I was on a mission! But by the we reached home, the monster had already collected its tributes and its evil scheme remains unchecked.

Be warned monster, I am watching you!


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