I am deeply saddened by the news that Alfie as in one half of Mollie and Alfie is no longer with us.
Knowing Alfie as we do, I doubt it’s the last we’ve heard from him. Even so I’m sending lots of love and hugs to Mollie and her family at this sad time. I hope you will too xx
Yesterday while mummy and I were trying to catch up on everything that’s been happening in Blogville, we read the sad news that Nylablue has gone over the bridge.
I had to wipe away a tear, as although NB has been ill for a while it’s still hard to loose a friend.
I am sending love and hugs to NB‘s mummy. I willmiss NB but I know she’s watching over all of us xxxx
Can you see him? He’s watching me from the top of our neighbour’s shed! I’ll just sit here until he’s gone.
I want to play with you!!
I read on Oz‘s bloggy that today is National Pet Memorial day. So I thought I’d share some memories of mummy and daddy’s previous pets who are now running free over the bridge.
First of all this is a very young daddy with his Westie Kirsty.
Meanwhile Mummy’s family had an assortment of goldfish, hamsters, guinea pigs and even a tortoise over the years. But Mummy’s one true love (before me ofc) was her cat Figaro.
He and his brother Humphrey (my uncle Andrew’s cat) were mischief makers, pigeon chasers, frog catchers and just loved to play! There was never a dull moment when they were around. Sadly he didn’t live into old age but the time they had together was full of fun.
And lastly, this is Lilo the hamster.
She was mummy and daddy’s first joint pet. She was given to them by a friend who for various reasons couldn’t keep her. She was the perfect pet for them at the time as they lived in a small second-floor flat so didn’t really have room for a larger animal. They used to love watching her running round in her ball and crashing into the walls BOL
Thinking of them all today, they are fondly remembered and never forgotten xx
Hello again, Daisy here. I thought you might be interested to know that I survived Boxing Day and the invasion of Dumb and Dumber without too much upset. If you need to, you can catch up here.
While those two stupid mutts – Misaki and Dizzy – sprayed fur and mud everywhere, I made myself comfortable in my
slave’s bedroom. My female slave provided me with all the essentials and I have to say that apart from the noise and being virtually imprisoned, I was not overly disturbed.
I was, however, quite unsettled when I ventured downstairs, the coast finally being clear, as all I could smell was wet dog! The stench was pretty overwhelming. Thank Ceiling Cat for Febreze!! I have made it clear to my slaves that I was not impressed with the situation and will not tolerate any repeat performances! I’m fairly sure I got my point across and hopefully I can now go back to living my dog-free life.
This is Daisy the cat, dog invasion survivor, signing off. See you next time!
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!
My daddy is loosing it. He seems to think I’m a cat and bought me a laser light! Er… daddy did you forget that I’m a dog?!
But because he’s obviously getting old and senile, I decided to humour him by playing along. I think I did a convincing job, don’t you? Sorry it’s a bit shaky, that’s mummy’s dodgy camera work.
As Misaki is over at my house today, I thought I would take over her blog – it’s only fair afterall.
You are probably wondering who the cat I am! Well, my name is Daisy and my human slaves are Misaki’s nanny and grampy. Hope that clears things up. So while they fawn over that stupid dog with her ridiculously long tongue spraying slobber everywhere, I thought I’d take a look at this blog she’s always barking about. And I’ve noticed a grievous omission on her part – she hasn’t mentioned me at all – oh the outrage!
So, let me fill you in: I’m a Norwegian forest cat, I was a beautiful black cat in my early days, but now I’m hitting my dotage I’m starting to turn a light brown, I’m still beautiful ofc. I am, however, considered anti-social, difficult and even grumpy by some, if you can believe it. In truth I am a rather particular cat and I like things to be on my terms, I’m not a fan of compromise. I don’t think that means I’m difficult though, do you?
I am, what you might call, a secondhand cat. My first home was not a happy one and my original slaves gave me away when they moved. Luckily for me my new slaves – Misaki’s grandparents – took me in and have done a passable job at keeping me in the manner to which I am accustomed. I have lived a relatively peaceful life, ruling the house for the past seven years, eating and sleeping whenever I like. Occasionally I have to moan, scratch and even bite my slaves when they displease me, but overall I can’t complain. That is, until that dumb bundle of fluff appeared on the scene! Fortunately she doesn’t live here, but when she visits the house is in uproar! She eats my food, drinks from my bowl and leaves her fur everywhere. I do NOT appreciate the commotion, so I head upstairs to my throne room away from her. On the few occasion we have met face to face I’ve spat at her to make it clear she’s not welcome. But does she leave? No.
So here I am hiding away until peace resumes. But no doubt there will be a lingering smell of wet dog, bonio biscuit crumbs everywhere and endless talk of how beautiful she is! While I, the forgotten queen, am left alone without a second thought.
I think I’ll have a nap now, wake me up when she’s gone.
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!