… has just done it again! She’s brought in another mouse…OMG! … IT’S GONE!
Less than 10 seconds! That’s seriously impressive for a cat of her size (she’s a skinny little thing, about the same size as my head).
Grudging respect for that damn cat. Just don’t tell her I said that, otherwise she’ll never let me forget I said it.
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… has just come trotting in with a mouse in her mouth and dropped it in front of me. Does she expect me to be impressed or something?
Anyway, before Whitevanwoman had the chance to grab the mouse with the firetongs, that damn cat was crunching it up and it was gone within about 20 seconds. I was secretly quite impressed – that’s the kind of speed I usually eat at.
But that damn cat is her own worst enemy, ha ha! Whitevanwoman says that if she can eat dead mice, then she can eat Aldi cat biscuits and that she is never getting Whiskers cat food ever again. Ha! 🙂
And Whitevanwoman now knows that damn cat is perfectly capable of fending for herself and so she will never worry about leaving “poor Miss Tibby Tabby” home alone again – more adventures for me and Whitevanwoman could be coming up. ..
That damn cat isn’t as smart as she thinks she is 😀
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… won’t admit it, but I know she’s missed me. She can’t hide how pleased she is to see me and Whitevanwoman after we’ve been away all week. Ha ha! She thinks we’re home for good now, but it’s only a short visit to check that she’s ok, and we’ll be going back to Ladthwaite for more adventures with Flash and Dynamite again in a couple of hours time. That will teach her to have more respect for me – if she doesn’t, I think I’ll have to pursuade Whitevanwoman that we should go away again next week, I don’t think she’d need much persuading, I think she’s got all sorts of plans for adventures over the rest of the summer – cat-free adventures 😉
… just can’t get enough of me 🙂
Me and Whitevanwoman are home now and Miss Tibby is purring away, rubbing herself all over me, licking my nose and eyes, and tickling scratching me with her claws. Ha, that will teach her to have more respect for me – you don’t know what you’ve got until you’ve not got it any more and then you miss it.
I think me and Whitevanwoman should go away more often and leave that damn cat home alone to make her appreciate us more when we come back 😉
And (scratch, scratch) I’m sure she’s given me fleas again, even though Whitevanwoman grabbed us both and Frontlined us the day after the rabbit incident. Damn cat… (scratch, scratch), when is that Frontline going to start working?
…has been left home alone, ha ha, while me and Whitevanwoman have gone to visit friends. She’ll be all cuddly and friendly when we get back 🙂
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… has just brought in half a dead baby rabbit and is eating it behind the TV. I don’t think Whitevanwoman is impressed. Especially as Miss Tibby has got a full bowl of cat food.
I’m not impressed either, it’s no wonder I keep getting fleas. That fleabag of a cat is catching fleas off the rabbits she’s tormenting and then leaving them in MY bed when she decides that she fancies a nap in it. Damn cat, she should keep her fleas to herself.
… has just been slung unceremoniously out of the greenhouse and is in big trouble with Whitevanwoman for sleeping in the tray of onions again. Ha ha! I’ll keep an eye on that damn cat and will let Whitevanwoman know if she sneaks in again 😉
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… has just been shouted at for sharpening her claws on the door mat 🙂 ha ha ha
Her claws are plenty sharp enough as it is!
… is in trouble again for getting up on the kitchen work top during the night and having a munch on the pancakes that Whitevanwoman forgot to put in the fridge last night.
The mistake that the damn cat made was in leaving half eaten pancakes as evidence; I would have made sure I’d eaten all the evidence so that Whitevanwoman might forget that there were any left over pancakes 😉
…has been sleeping in my bed all evening. I wish Whitevanwoman would move her off it so I can lie in my own bed without worrying about a scratch on the nose.
… has just been shouted at by Whitevanwoman 🙂 for sitting in the tray of onions which are growing in the greenhouse.
Whitevanwoman was cross and said that the tray of half-grown onions is NOT a litter tray for that damn cat.
I’m not allowed in the greenhouse and I think it’s not fair at all that that damn cat spends hours curled up in there in the warmth. I’m glad she got shouted at 🙂
… was sitting on the living room window sill when we got home last night. Whitevanwoman doesn’t like her doing that because all her plants get knocked off onto the floor.
I wouldn’t sit on the window sill. I just get up on my hind legs and rest my front legs on the window sill so that I can see out. I try not to knock the plants off but sometimes I do and then I have to go and lie in my bed and try to pretend it wasn’t me, it was that damn cat 😉
Sometimes I get away with it, sometimes I dont.
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rigg the pig
That damn cat 