Don’t miss me too much.

Nothing going on here... I’m bored. Lil’s asleep on the back of the sofa and Ferdinand’s away. Ferdinand has been away for weeks. I was going to put missing for weeks but I’m not missing that ginger fur ball...

The trouble with being highly intelligent is making the assumption that other beings are just as complex!

I have been trying to hack into this computer! (Ferdinand, the cad, changed the password!) Thinking laterally. Putting in different passwords and word combinations, like carrot head. Exploiting the power of the thesaurus –Ferdinand ginger cat = mangy. Today I solved the password hack -FERDINAND. Unbelievable! The stupid ginger twit.

On the desktop Ferdinand has written: Back in Feb. Off up north. Liverpool vs Havant and Waterlooville. Don’t miss me too much. Look after Lil.

Plonker. He comes from Pompey not Havant -which is over the hill. (bit like Ferdinand). Look after Lil! Ok, I’ve looked at Lil -back of sofa, snoring. Don’t miss me -I don’t.

Dolly: Hacking made easy.

"Dolly, where are the fish?"

"Dolly, where are the fish?"

We cats shall have very full bellies

We are going to prosper this year.
Oh, yes.
It is the Chinese year of the rat.
Which means we cats shall have very full bellies.

Happy New Year.

From: We three cats of Wil-it-shire are!

The cat's chorus

"Oi. Cat's chorus!"

Oh yes. Carol singers. And in fine voice we are too. Lil is wearing a scarf round her middle -but you can't see it in this video-she's still a bit threadbare.

"Oi! You lot...!
...that caterwauling...
...put a sock in it..."

"I'm putting my sock on the fireplace!" says Doll.

See he called us the cat's chorus, that's because we are so professional, we could sing in any choir and not just the chorus either!

"Ferdinand?"

"Yes Doll!"

"Is that a bucket in his hand?"

"Yes Doll."

"And has that bucket got water in it ?"

"I believe so!"

"Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun."

Ferdinand: 'Tis the season of good will too.'

(Mind you Will's always been a scrooge. Bah humbug!)

Billy Connelly without the humour!

Ha ha ha ha, he he he tee he. Ha ha tee he.

We are having new double yellow lines. The cold is stopping the yellow tar from setting and it's spreading up from the gutter position to the pavement like sulfurous snow. Sticky sulfurous snow. Sticky sulfurous snow that doesn't or didn't get noticed under a moonless sky.

Ha ha tee he.

Ferdinand is wearing yellow bootees. Yellow tarred wellies. Tarred and furred wellies. Banana boots aka Billy Connelly.

"It's not funny!"

Aka Billy Connelly -without the humour!

Lost his voice indeed!

Ferdinand is not not writing. He has writers block. Lost his mews! -which isn't true

"Muse."
"Muse."
...see? interrupting, that proves it. Lost his voice indeed!


My cat my friend and mews.

The tom is a gentleman!

Ah ha!
Proof -if proof were needed- that the male tom cat is in deed a gentleman.

'Manners maketh the male alley cat - they let females eat first.
They may be mangy, flea-bitten and aggressive but male alley cats still have perfect manners.
A study has found that when feral cats gather round a dustbin in search of food, the toms let the females and kittens go first...'

Unlike the journalist (mangy, flea-bitten and aggressive!) hmmph.