Photo Journal!!

What's this? Mum has finished with the phone!

Hey Scaredy! Scaredy! Hey, should I make some international phone calls while she's not looking??

Oh, Hi Mum!! Um, no of course I wouldn't do that to you - I was only kidding!

Who cares about the camera - that hand better be coming back here where it can give me a good scratch!

Yes that's right - you should be cuddling me, not embarrassing me in front of my friends!

Tagging Tagging

I am very excited. Lorenzo the Llama tagged Mum and she was going to follow the rules exactly, but after some serious reconsideration (prompted by yours truly) she has agreed that I would do better!


So here goes!

Rules of this tag:
1. Name the person with link who tagged you.
2. Complete the questionnaire without changing the questions.
3. Tag 6 or more people.



Q1. Are you happy/ satisfied with your blog, with its content and look? Of course I am. My blog is one of the best. Especially when my best friend Scaredy and the girls drop in for a visit.

Q2. Does your family know about your blog? Mum knows about it, but she's only really allowed to read it when I'm too ill to write up a post for myself.

Q3. Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog or you just consider it as a private thing? Why would I write about my life on the internet if I didn't want anyone to read it? That's what diaries are for. Not blogs. Silly.

Q4. Did blogs cause positive changes in your thoughts? My thoughts are perfect already. And now they include Scaredy, Mahou, Beeps, Elbi, Llamas and Raelha. These are positive things. Maalie likes birds, and so do I but for different reasons so that's not so good. On the whole though I think things are okay.


Q5. Do you only open the blogs of those who comment on your blog or you love to go and discover more by yourself? Sometimes Mum visits my friend's friends. But I'm too busy babysitting the sun, or keeping the couch warm to do too much on the internet. It's all about prioritising one's life.

Q6. What does visitors counter mean to you? Do you care about putting it in your blog? Mum has one on her blog. I already know where my friends live.

Q7. Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures? No. I have pictures of the girls and Scaredy, I have seen a picture of a llama. All humans look the same to me, and there's no way you can send smells over the internet yet.

Q8. Do you think there is a real benefit for blogging? Can you get food out of a blog yet?

Q9. Do you think that bloggers’ society is isolated from real world or interacts with events? Both of course.

Q10. Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it’s a normal thing? It is a normal thing for people to criticise. Anyone who criticises me is wrong, of course so it doesn't annoy me.

Q11. Do you fear some political blogs and avoid them? What is a political blog?

Q12. Did you get shocked by the arrest of some bloggers? Huh?

Q13. Did you think about what will happen to your blog after you die? Mum will turn it into a temple in memory of my life amongst the mortals.

Q14. What do you like to hear? What’s the song you might like to put a link to, in your blog? I like to hear the sound of Mum's car arriving in the driveway. I like to hear the sound of the biscuits pouring into the bowl and I like the sound of Mum inviting me onto her lap. Oh, and birds.

And I'm not going to tag anyone, because there is an obligation for them to answer the questions. Also - it is dinner time and I can't be bothered thinking of 6 people who haven't been tagged yet.

New Things

Today didn't start out very well. Mum is on night shift this week and that means I don't get fed breakfast until at least nine in the morning. Usually a lot later!

So I had to wait around for breakfast, with nothing to do but wait outside her bedroom door. The night before she had let me sleep in bed with her which is a big change. I made the most of it - I tried sleeping on both sides of her and on the pillow and on the other pillow and just on the edge of the covers too in case that was any different. I thought it was very comfortable but for some reason Mum didn't get a lot of sleep. Maybe that was why she didn't let me come back again last night. Anyway the reason the day was starting out so bad was because I didn't get fed a very good breakfast and then instead of apologising like she should have she ignored me! AND she kicked me off the computer so she could check her stupid emails.

And then the worst happened. Scaredy I know you will sympathise. She started talking about the V-E-T!!! And there is NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! Except of course that I'm not being fed enough. It happened suddenly, without warning. No cage hanging around looking innocent by the door. No towels for picking me up, and no long and lavishing cuddles as she told me how sorry she was. One moment she was here. And then she was gone.

With out me.

I knew something was up! How dare she go visit Nicki without me? She knows I am Nicki's favourite, my Mum just can't be trusted. But I guess there is little I can do. Except claw her for it.
This left me stuck in the house with Stacey. Now, Stacey is okay. She and I get along. I mean - she gets along with her business over there, and I get along with my business over here and there is no reason for us to be on the same couch at the same time. I know that sometimes she wants to yell at me. She's not scared of Mum so I don't know why she doesn't. She does complain to Mum a lot. She thinks I have the most annoying meow in the world. Well you have the most annoying human voice Stacey!!! Also, Stace doesn't like the way I sharpen my claws. She thinks it is ruining her carpet. I ask her - "Well then why did you put it there for me in the first place?"

But Stace and I co-existed well enough until Mum came home again just over an hour later. I knew there was trouble when I saw how much stuff was in her arms. She lifted the first box out of the shopping bag. Out from the box came a strange flat rectangle which she placed on the tiles in the kitchen. She fiddled with it, then stood on it. It smelt interesting but I have to say her socks rather needed changing. It had intrigued me enough that I forgot to run when she bent down to pick me up and stand back on the new item again. "Hmmm," says Mum, " # kgs I see Plumpy. I don't think you've lost any weight at all!"
I don't think I like the rectangular thingy very much.

Mum took this downstairs and put it in the bathroom. This was of course one of her nasty little tricks which she pulls on me about eight or ten times a day. You see to get to the bathroom from the couches we pass by the washing machine which is where my food bowl lives. So she indicates quite clearly (by going down the stairs and to the washing machine) that she intends to feed me. Then she laughs at me cruelly when I go there too ready for my next meal. Sometimes she really winds me up!

Back up the stairs she goes and I follow, ready to show her by my silence exactly how annoyed I am with this behaviour. From the bag comes another box, and this one reveals an assortment of parts which require simple assembly. One thing I will say about Mum in her favour is that she is rather deft when it comes to assembling.

Here is a picture of what she made:

"It's for you Plumpy." She told me.

For me?

Just for me?

All mine?

I've never had anything that was just mine before. Except for the sleeping pig and my food bowl. And the litter tray I guess but they don't count. I didn't really know what to do with it though, so Mum got my old feather toy (which, I suppose, is all mine too) and we played about for a while. I noticed the post has a nice surface which might be fun to claw upon. It's not going to be very efficient at sharpening my carefully honed killing weapons however, so I might stick to using the carpet for that.

I was still a little uncertain about this new toy and what I was going to do with it when Mum brought out the real reason for going to the vet. As I said we had been playing together and we had settled down to a bit of a cuddle as I think she actually realised I wasn't too sure about this post thing (though I will say the blue furry base is quite cool). She was getting nice and deep into the hair on the back of my neck when BAM! That old stinging sensation that screamed of flea treatment. I hate that stuff! It's horrid.

Well congratulations Mum. You just ruined my day.