This is how the 5 of us - Sheba, Shaka, Shrek, Tom& Jerry spend winter nights in the BIG basket in front of the warm heater....

Ag well, if Sheba and Tom won't make place for me, I WILL just lie on top of them...

No It was NOT me..... promise.... NO! I did not fall out of the basket - I am only stretching..... I was told that if I really do a longggg stretch no one will see my ever increasing stomach........

I'm just hanging....

Time to introduce the rest of the crazy cats

Jerry and Tom - I really have to fight my mommies for attention when they are around!

This was me then - with Shaka and Jerry

This is Shaka and Sheba - and little me at the back....

Catymology: Monday Cats Blogosphere Roundup

Catymology: Monday Cats Blogosphere Roundup

Oi! Why is nobody writing to me! My mommies are going off shopping and in the meantime I have discovered this old photo of moi! Pretty cool! Now if only I can discover how the camera works, maybe I can download some newer images of myself..... or maybe I will have to wait until my tormentors come home.. who knows... maybe they will even bring me something nice to eat.

Hi, I have just overheard my captors talking about blogging, so I thought I will beat them to it. Well, OK I had a bit of 'human intervention'. But I did insist that for my first ever blog I wanted the following included - just as a warning to my fellow felines.....

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary.......

8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and patted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary. ..

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................