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Oscar and the degus

13/08/2012

      I’ve been very glad of the warm weather recently where there has been little or no sky water. That’s because things inside my home have become very stupid. I think the heat may effect Longlegs quite badly.What drove me out of the home eventually took place a few lights ago. I’ve mentioned before the uneasy truce the rodents and I have and part of that is based on them not inviting more to come. A while ago they broke this  though I’m not sure I can blame them since the new one who came doesn’t look like they do, and doesn’t seem to like them any more than I do. I was there one light when My ‘The Her’ had my bitterest enemies Penny and Amy out on the seat with her and stealing things from my ‘The Him’s’ pockets. She brought the new one, Saffy by name’ out to meet them and Penny flew at her. Saffy did stand her ground and hissed at Penny like a Superior would. Though I’m not the Superior in question since I know how hard Penny can bite. ‘The Her scooped Saffy back up and placed her in the cage again. I don’t know why she insists on letting them out at all.

Anyway, a few lights ago I had been asleep when I was woken by a loud noise from My ‘The Him’ shouting for My ‘The Her’.It really sounded important. I ambled through and they were standing over Saffy’s cage. Saffy was rolling round the floor in her ball at this time. ” It’s moving and trilling I tell you. It’s Gremlins.”
“Nonsense David” she said, “don’t be silly. Oh, you could be right though. Oh look David, Saffy’s had babies, I can see two, three no four heads. Oh CLEVER Saffy.”
I’m not sure what’s clever about it but that means four more rodents in the house, and since then Five! It’s not right, they’re taking over my world.
Every light since then I’ve woken to find them leaning over the cage to look at these babies. I don’t understand why. Still, I’m a very tolerant Superior and I’ll sort of forgive them if my food’s not late.I guess they won’t be keeping these rodents when they get bigger though I have seen a new box brought by the post person which looks like another cage.Because the weather has been kind I’ve been out during the light. At my age I don’t do much in the dark any more. So I’ve been spending a lot of time with the gang. We’ve had a good time mooching round the village trying to steer clear of the Longlegs kittens now on holiday, and lying in the shade under the trees by the Fursty Ferret. Someone even thought to place a saucer of water outside in case we got thirsty but no food in case we got hungry for some reason. This light the weather changed a bit and there was some sky water. I have been out and was careful to stay away from the tree in case of more accidents but when the warmth same again I went back there. Ginger was there and I said hello. He looked daggers at me but only hissed. I was a bit taken aback since we sorted out our problems long ago. When I asked what was wrong he told me My ‘The Her’ had offered his Longlegs one of the babies for their kittens when it gets older. He blames me for putting rodents in his house. It appears he’s not the only one eithersince they’ve done it with Gizmo’s Longlegs too.
I had to stifle a laugh since they won’t be able to laugh at me any more as they have but I do understand how they feel. I think we parted on good terms when I offered to bite my Longlegs when I get home though I must be honest I’m not sure whether to bite them or rub their legs for stopping the teasing.Just so you know how small and ugly they are I’m having  pictures of one of the babies placed below.

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Have a wonderful new week and may all your hugs be returned and multiplied.

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Manners. Oscar cogitates.

30/07/2012

      It was the size of a small town. Clouds didn’t hover above it as much as veer round it and it was at my dish eating my meal. Fortunately when I sank my teeth and claws into it’s back leg to explain the obvious error, the jaws couldn’t reach me.

“Oscaaar, play nice” I heard.
Who’s playing?
“You really should control your animal Lady Julia” she was told by the angry owner.
Well no actually Madam. You should instruct your pet it is manners to wait to be invited to eat before ploughing into someone else’s dishes. And furthermore, if it does so uninvited perhaps you should be exercising a little control. Lady Julia who you know is My ‘The Her’ is a lot more polite than I though and said nothing.
It’s strange how many visitors bring their pets with them when they come to call. No-one would dream of taking a cat on a visit, not that we’re pets of course, and not that we could actually be taken anywhere anyway.It was this train of thought that led me to contemplate the differences between the races whilst I lay here avoiding the skywater this light. We Superiors, though once considered Gods are the most easygoing of the races despite our demotion in the eyes of the world. Longlegs appear to be able to think, though they need a lot of feline guidance, while the rest are usually just pets or wild animals waiting to be made into pets by someone with more money than sense. We cats are superior in every way and yet we don’t actually rule. That’s probably because, and I hate to admit this, we’re a little lazy sometimes. Don’t misunderstand me though, the sight of us lying about with whiskers quivering isn’t a sign of inactivity, just of our languid method of thinking.
Longlegs on the other hand seem to rule most everything else and spend an inordinate amount of time fighting each other to do so. Yet even as they fight each other there are still manners of a sort. Sometimes they allow time for each other to change their minds about actions before declaring open warfare on each other, whereas we cats act there and then to what happens instead of wasting valuable time, like in allowing our dishes to be emptied. Longlegs say ” Stop eating from my dish or we are at war.” Cats say “Stop eating out of my dish, grommmph.”On the boxes they keep in the corner of their rooms the Longlegs are currently at war again. I see it all the time at the Holimpics that people chase each other and try to outshine each other. Whereas the occasional “Would you like to go first” or “no, I don’t mind if you jump into the water before me” might go  a long way to stopping these situations getting out of control. It all boils down to manners and it’s my thought that all young should be taught these. Cats don’t really need them of course but it’s good to set an example.Now if you’ll forgive me, I understand the Fursty Ferret has chicken today and I want to see if I can borrow some. That’s manners see.

 

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Due to a minor health hiccup I will probably be missing in action during much of this week. Please forgive me if I don’t respond to your work or tweet your book. “I’ll be back” as Arnie said.
I wish you all a fantastic new week full of personal successes and a multitude of Hugs all round.
David

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Honest Oscar. Would you buy a used chariot……?

2/7/2012 

I’m not quite sure what Ginger means when he says of me “Would you buy a used chariot from this cat”. Everyone knows I’m the very definition of probity. I confess there are times it pays to bend the hard angles of truth a little or exaggerate slightly but that’s about it. I do after all have a reputation to uphold. To prove it I’m going to share a little secret but if it should get back to Ginger or one of the others I’ll know where it came from. I’ve been a bit down in the dumps . Only three of the rodents came out to be fed yesterday morning. My ‘The Him’ does it religiously every morning AFTER he’s fed me of course. He issues them cornflakes and then toast. It’s actually quite funny to see them trying to pinch the cornflakes off each other or drag his fingers into the cage as their next course. I noticed just three of them on the cornflakes and thought it odd but expected number four out when the toast arrived as they love the butter.It just didn’t seem right that he’s cut four pieces of crust and yet only three of them were there to eat.

What’s most odd about this situation is that the missing one is Penny, the one who causes me most trouble. I even went to the trouble of trying to wake My ‘The Her’ though if an oaf like HIM can’t do it how could I? Anyway, eventually he got her up and she came through. Always following their food My’The Her’ has them out to play two at a time which is usually the time for me to show discretion and retire to doze or perhaps eat. Penny is always first out and out longest. It wasn’t looking good. But, she put her hand in the cage and picked up Penny’s house and brought it out then went back for Amy who is their chief negotiator of the current truce. Penny came out of her house when Amy was placed on the long seat they run about on. She was definitely sluggish and seemed to be coughing as though she wanted to be sick. ( Rats can’t be sick. Just thought I’d impart a little knowledge). That lasted a few minutes until finally she jumped up and ran up the back of the seat and buried herself in the throw that’s kept there. Since she didn’t seem to want to move she was put back in her house and the house placed back in the cage.

I was out all day with the gang. We were in the woods since it was water from the sky time again. This is the time the Longlegs laughingly call Summer so perhaps the water was expected as it’s done little else for ages. When I came back home to eat, the rodents were back in their cage ( where they belong to my mind) so I thought no more of Penny until dark time. That’s the time they rouse a little again and sometimes come out to play again. There was no Penny coming out and I remembered she seemed ill. Again My ‘The Her’ put her hand in and brought Penny out. She just lay there being stroked and things just don’t seem right. She had to go back in early and everyone seemed subdued taking the whole sparkle out of the day.

Today it’s too early for their breakfast and playtime so I’m worried about what will happen when the cornflakes arrive. Two days without trading insults is just too much.

So now you know a secret and that I’ve shared a truth. But, don’t misunderstand me, if you tell anyone I’ll say you’re lying and my record of probity will stand me in good stead. After all, you’ve never heard me tell fibs on my blog yet……….Have you ?

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Wishing you all a wonderful week full of hugs. Don’t worry about Penny.

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Anniversary apologies.

Where I thought it was 5.37 am this morning, I got up to find I should wear my glasses to bed. It was 1.37 am and I probably hadn’t been asleep above 90 minutes.  I started work and came across an early message from my daughter that today is the day. All week I’ve been dreading the arrival of Friday and suddenly Friday turns into Thursday.

It’s four years to the day since my beloved wife, and Yvonne’s beloved mother died. Though barely a day passes where I don’t think of her this time is always particularly intense for us both. I will probably take a break today from answering all your messages and please don’t bother writing a comment on this as I doubt I shall get to it. I just wanted to apologise to everyone for what might see like my ignorance today. I very much hope that Somnos will drop by and allow me to sleep the day away.

I’ve eaten breakfast because of the need to take tablets, not because of taking any pleasure from the food itself. Remarkably, despite the hand shaking, I spilled nothing. Perhaps it’s a good sign for the day.

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                    RIP Julia taken 30.03.2013

See you all tomorrow. Hugs

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Oscar and The Day of Accidents

 

25/06/2012

    Things happen. They can’t always be helped and sometimes there’s no avoiding them.
I may have been having a time where my attention was not as it should be but personally I don’t think any of this was my fault.I shall start from the beginning.
I yawned and stretched as I started to come awake and my tummy began to tell me it was time to be fed. I did consider speaking to my ‘The Her’ since I was lying on her sleeping place close beside her head. But past experience tells me waking her would be difficult and certainly not as much fun as I could have. Accordingly I jumped down from my warm place and went to check my dishes. Yes, there was food in there but it had been placed there last light time and I’d slept since then. So, time for fresh then.

My ‘The Him’ was uttering little burbling noises as I went to him and I could see a little trail of drool from his mouth running down the side of his face as he lay on his back. It was quite sweet. Of course it couldn’t stay like that so with one of my more sensuous leaps I landed on his stomach. The burbling stopped and much of the breathing did too I think and a series of little whoops ensued as he tried to catch his breath, it was running too fast to be caught though. A little tear formed in his eye and it was quite interesting so I moved my head in for a closer look. It was pure accident that my paw happened to step on his nose at this point. With a loud gasp he drew air into his lungs and started to cough. It made standing on his stomach difficult so I showed my disapproval with a light swipe to his reddened nose. His eyes opened wide and now sure he was aware of me I smiled and said hello.

“Oscar” he croaked, “I’m sure you know exactly what you’re doing. What on Earth do you want at this time of the morning. It’s not five o’clock yet.”
It wasn’t worth answering him since I knew he’d work it out eventually and get up. He did, for some reason grumbling all the while. My food dish was washed, dried and refilled. I didn’t feel as hungry then as I heard a sound that was most annoying. The damn cock started to crow outside. I moved away from my food dish leaving it untouched and listening to my ‘The Him’ grumble about cats that get people up for no reason. I went and sat by the clearway patiently. As he started to go back towards his room he opened the clearway and let me out.

The cock was out of sight but not out of sound since I could still hear him bragging about whatever it was they brag about. Quietly and with guile I crept around the house until I could see him. Keeping low to the ground I crept towards him. I was almost there and ready to pounce when he saw me and with a flutter of his wings he ran. So did I. This was fun. The hedge came in sight and I was sure I had him then but with an almighty leap he was up and over. Just at that moment the big chariot that carries hay from the fields came round the corner and the cock landed straight on the back. The last I saw of him, he was sailing away in the distance to stunned to brag. It was a laughable sight.
Feeling cheered and now hungry again I decided to eat. There was a small clearway left open for me so up I jumped onto the sill. Unfortunately I must still have been thinking of the cock as I didn’t notice the vase placed in my path as I entered the house.Down it went with a huge crash and shattered into quite a few pieces. There was water everywhere and flowers strewn across the floor. I removed myself from the scene rapidly and went to my dish.

From where I was I could hear the commotion. Voices from both My ‘The Her’ and  ‘The Him’.
“How on Earth did you manage to break such a valuable vase David?” she asked.
“It wasn’t me” he said,”I just came through when I heard it. It was probably that damned cat of yours coming in again.”
” Don’t try and blame Oscar” she said “I can’t see him, can you? Oh well, accidents will happen I suppose.”
I decided at this point it would be a good idea to lay low for a while and under my ‘The Him’s’ duvet seemed a good idea.
It was some time later that I came out after a good snooze. Everything had been cleared up and there were no raised voices.
I wandered through to the seating room just as the ringing started. My ‘The Her’ picked up the small box and put it to her ear. “Hello” she said, and I could hear a faint sound from inside the box in return. “Really !” I heard her say a few times before saying thank you and putting the box down.
“David we have to go out. That was Major Summersby at Langholme Farm in the next County to say he’s just found our cockerell strutting about his yard.”
“How the heck” he started to reply but looking at me “did it get there when I heard it here earlier this morning.”
I just jumped up beside My ‘The Her’ and lay my head on my paws to allow her to scratch my neck and said nothing. After all, it wasn’t my fault the chariot had come when it did any more than it was my fault someone put that vase in my path.

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I wish you all a fantastic new week of promotions, pay rises and luck in love. I’m probably the luckiest person I know in that department having found someone able to love me. I just hope she’s waiting for me now and that I go to the same place, not somewhere warmer. Massive Hugs to you all.
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Nighttime Adventures.

29/05/2012

    The heat from above has been shining down for a few days. It’s actually made me quite sleepy. ( I refuse to say a little dozy since I know the Longlegs sense of sarcasm works well on remarks like this). It was my feeling a little sleepy that got me into a mess, well that and the terrible mistake My ‘The Him’ made for which judgement will be rendered.

So, the heat made me sleepy and I curled up inside a flower bed to relax. Before My ‘The Him’ went to his sleeping place he closed and locked the clearway. He had not noticed me ( or so he said), had not called me ( as he thought I was in) and didn’t bother to check. You can understand my decision to play Solomon here can’t you.
It started to get darker and cooler causing me to think I should go back inside and settle down on My ‘The Hers’ sleeping place and spend the dark time guarding her as I usually did. But on rousing myself and moving over to the clearway I found it closed. I called out but to no avail. I walked round the building to see if a small clearway was open but I found none. There was light from My ‘The Hers’ room but it seems she could not hear me sing either. I’m reluctant to try at His clearway since he throws things at the slightest sound. You really wouldn’t believe he doesn’t recognise my voice after all these years.The woods lie very close to home and some very inviting rustling sounds stirred memories of my great hunting days when I was wont to leave my Longlegs superb gifts every day. Surely I had lost none of my skills and I needed to occupy my time before returning home to find the clearway open again.

I stepped into the woods and the dark became more absolute as the night light could not break through the branches of the trees. There was a sound to my left and in one lithe move I turned and pounced. Ugh, it was one of those long things with hundreds of legs where not one of them tastes like chicken. I let it go and moved further into the trees. Another noise, another pounce and under my paw was a mouse. I was tempted to eat some and take the rest back to the Longlegs until I remembered they seem to like live things like that to play with and might not appreciate such a gift. I let it go also and moved further into the trees. Then there was a rustle and as I pounced I was met with a fox pouncing in my direction and how he smelled ( yes I know, with his nose)phew ! It was a shock to both of us but foxes don’t tend to hang around us Superiors for long so he turned tail and walked away. I suspect I should have been insulted that he didn’t run but perhaps he perceived I was not looking for a fight.

I was turning round to retrace my steps out of the woods since the time was passing and I’d proved I can still hunt when there was a loud scream and a whooshing sound. My automatic response was to duck ( not fear you understand, just the opportunity to assess the situation) which I did and as I did I felt something touch my back. A  screech of disappointment followed and as I looked up I saw a pair of claws rising above me attached to a great bird who’d been hunting me as I hunted. My departure from the woods speeded up at that point and the morning light was just coming through as I reached safety, erm I mean reached home. I strolled across the lawns towards the clearway and saw My ‘The Him’ just open it. I  picked up speed and made it before it was closed again.
“Why Oscar. where have you been? Don’t tell me you’ve been out all night” said My ‘The Him’ never the brightest bulb in the box.
“You must be hungry old boy. Let’s get something for you.” But he’s not too bad though sometimes. Maybe I’ll forgive him this time.
I ate and went through to where My ‘The Her’ was sleeping. I jumped up and curled up beside her tummy and fell asleep.

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Hoping you all have a great new week full of hugs to remind you how special you are. Thanks for your company.
David

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Our Hero Returns

21/5/2012

    We all know the house is not really my sanctum any more. For some perverse reason the Longlegs ( I hesitate to call them mine now) seem to have formed a bond with the ever increasing pack of rodents, and that’s despite one of them chewing a hole in the fur The Her wears when she gets up from her sleeping place. How well I remember the roar of disapproval from ‘The Him’ ( I trust the lack of the word MY here hurts and chastens them) when I ‘accidentally’ unravelled part of the sleeve from his fur.

There is also the problem at the moment of having fallen backwards off the seat when one of the rodents surprised me and tried to run between my legs. When I enter that room now there is an outbreak of laughter from the four who seem to think I might have run away rather than just fallen a great distance.

So, today here I am outside the clearway lying in the warm light from above and enjoying the odd snooze. I mean, we all have skills and this is one of my better ones.
I woke up long enough to greet the Longlegs who brings things to put through the door that makes My ‘The Him’ ( yes, I know I’m far too forgiving but one has to treat ones pets well) shout loudly at My ”The Her’ ” What on earth have you bought this time. Timeshares on the Moon”? The Postie  as they call her seemed to recoil on spotting me. I know our previous encounter was unfortunate but be fair it was hardly my fault was it. I was being summarily ejected at the time and gripping her leg was an automatic reaction. She’d have been fine if her leg furs had been longer.

Anyway, I spent a lot of time dozing in the warmth till Ginger came round a suggested a walk through the village. This can often be a rewarding adventure given that some Longlegs leave their clearways open which must be an invitation mustn’t it? And not being rude, it would be a shame not to take advantage of their generosity. After all, some of them don’t have Superiors of their own to spoil. A nice roast chicken was our reward for a visit today which we ate in the shelter of the woods. Purely to shelter from the sun you understand. After which I decided to return home while Ginger decided to carry on exploring by which I expect he meant find some milk that hadn’t been taken in yet.

I had just reached home and started to lay down when I heard a scream.” Look out David, she’s making a break for the door.” I was startled by the noise and jumped in the air, just at the moment when the rodent called Penny appeared in the open clearway.
As I was already in ‘alert’ mode I couldn’t jump any higher but surprisingly the rodent did. Seeing me and watching me jump she turned tail and retreated back into the house where she was scooped up by My ‘The Her’ and placed back into her cage.
“Oh Oscar, you brave cat, what a good boy you are. David, put Oscar some chicken out.”
said My ‘The Her’ and despite not wanting more chicken some was placed out for me. My ‘The Her’ patted the seat beside her as an invitation to jump up, something that’s been sadly lacking recently. But as I’ve pointed out I’m a forgiving owner so up I jumped to enjoy a period of stroking and praises about my bravery in saving the day. So I’m a hero again which is as it should be and all of a sudden there’s no sniggering from the rodents who know I faced one of their own down and won.

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Oscar gets a kitten?

7/5/2012

    I’ve seen it but I don’t believe it. It’s uncanny just how silly my Longlegs can be the minute I let them out of my sight.

    It was three lights ago when I saw them heading out of the clearway to their chariot. My ‘The Her’ even shouted goodbye but I was too busy yawning and stretching to respond properly, I did however send a thought in their direction that I required some nice fresh chicken. Sometimes they’re quite clever and catch the thought, other times they’re just so obtuse it a crime.

I occupied my time properly while they were out with sleeping, stretching and sleeping some more. After all, you must be very careful not to overdo things there days. I was lying on my ‘The Hers’ sleeping place basking in the warm light that comes through the clearway as I didn’t want to go through to where she has those rats of hers. They can be very rude sometimes. Anyway, I have no idea what she sees in them at all and should really be reprimanding her for not being available whenever I want her. Even my ‘The Him’ seems to have more time than she does. There will have to be a reckoning soon.

Some time passed and the light had moved a bit. I roused myself as there was a need for food. Roast rat on a stick appealed but there was no chance of that. Just then the clearway opened. In came my ‘The Him’ carrying what looked like a kitten box followed by my ‘The Her’ saying “Hello my baby, see what Mummy has got, Such a surprise.”
“It is a kitten ” I thought, ” but she’d better be referring to some nice tender chicken or else”………. She wasn’t.                                                                                                                         Bags of shopping were strewn everywhere in their food room but nothing came out for me. Instead they gathered round the cages in the room of seats and started making the strangest cooing noises. My ‘The Him’ ran out and came back with a new cage like that of a Chinese bird, sat down, opened the cage door and proceeded to place some pieces of paper and food inside. My ‘The Her’ opened the kitten box. I was about to tell her no kitten was going in a cage in my home when out of the box she drew ‘Another Rat’. Not just any ordinary rat either, it was obviously a kitten and quite small but it’s ears, Ohh it’s ears, they were big. I’m talking BIG here. They were like conch shells sticking out. Already I’m alternating between boredom and anger. After all, what need have we of another rat? What need have we of ANY rats I ask.

They spent more time putting the creature now called Bernadette in the cage and trying to stroke it before standing the cage on top of the big cage with the Cruella sisters in. I’m half past bored now so I wandered off to the food room. I could smell no chicken for which there will be payment but I did manage to find a rather nice parcel of ham which tided me over till tea time. I even felt so much better when I heard the squeal later ” Julia, that cat, YOUR cat has had my lunch”. Soooo satisfying.

Anyway, I’ve decided not to let them out of my sight for a while. Three rats in the house is three rats too many albeit one is too young to  be rude yet. I’m waiting till they realise that it’s chicken or nothing next time. And in the meantime I’m going to occupy the knee of one or other of them and get all the attention I can.

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Undefeated with a dignified retreat

30/04/2012

    No-one is going to believe this but I was actually starting to feel sorry for those rodents when they were left alone by the Longlegs designated to look after them when I went on holiday. They were a bit thirsty when my ‘The Him’ and ‘The Her’ returned.

My feeling sorry for them was soon to go away.

Last night I went to take my place on the long seat next to my ‘The Her’ . As I jumped up I notice one of the rats was free, the cheeky one called Penny. I was about to warn my ‘The Her’ when she put her hand down and started stroking it. Yes, you heard me right, she was actually stroking it. I sat down and decided just to ignore it. After all, I have no need to show my prowess at hunting yet again. I was settling into place when the damned thing actually came up to me and started snuffling at my fur. I stood up fully expecting that to be enough of a warning but all it did was try to run between my front legs as though I was providing it with a tunnel. Let me tell you now that I batted it with a closed paw and hissed my displeasure. Did it run? No it didn’t. Instead it pulled on one of my whiskers which made me turn my head and almost unbalanced me. My hiss was really loud. Fearing the kind of damage I could inflict I decided to make a discreet withdrawal, which I did quite quickly to another seat.

I saw my ‘The Him’ go over and start to play with it. It was really disconcerting since he doesn’t do that with me. Granted I am not always nice to him but he’s only a Longlegs so what so you expect. Anyway he sat on the end of the long seat and the rat ran between them,  Suddenly it darted into my ‘The Him’s  pocket.There was a rustle and out it came clutching a packet of tissues in it’s mouth. It bit into the end and pulled out a whole tissue. I expected such anger at this nerve but both Longlegs laughed. I do not understand it.  After a few pulls like a tug of war the tissue was retrieved but she kept doing it again and again and again. He didn’t seem to mind.
My ‘The Her’ picked Penny up ( far too gently in my book) and returned her to the cage where the rats belong. I stirred myself ready to go and sit on her knee for my well deserved strokes but she pulled the other one out. Amy, the one with the brains. No way was I going over there yet. That was for the safety of the rat of course.

It seemed a long time before they returned this rat to the cage but she wasn’t as playful with the Longlegs and my ‘The Him’ soon came back to his seat so I favoured him with my presence on his knee and allowed him the privilege of stroking me.There are times when my generosity knows no bounds but we do have a duty to look after our servants I suppose. I cast a few glances at my ‘The Her’ in case she wanted to apologise and ask me over but she seemed preoccupied with building something. Lots of pieces of that thick , hard, paper stuff slotted together. In the end it was a large square filled with little rooms and holes between each one. You know what she’s done don’t you. No wonder I don’t understand these wretched Longlegs sometimes. She’s built them a run to put on the floor. Why? They have a perfectly good cage there. I think tonight one good wee should see the end of that and I should be back as Top Dog ( how I hate that expression) in my own home again.

Oscar 
Since some of you have reminded me I haven’t blogged for a long time and so haven’t kept you up to date with the children…….here are some pictures.amelie
reuben
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That’s it till next time. Have a Great Week all with Hugs aplenty.

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Meeka was born on Final Fantasy XI many years ago and had the dubious distinction of being one of the few truly female mithra in the game. Meeka has been resurrected in many mmo’s since then …

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