In which I lose a battle, but not the war

My trend-setting poodle cut

In which I display my patchwork

I don’t do drugs
Modern Society relies far too much on drugs. Ar any given time, half the human population gets around on something or other. You only have to look at their behaviour. If they’re not knocking back poisonously fermented grains and grapes, they’re reaching for a cigarette or stuffing an anti-depressant down their throats. Even the woman who feeds me has a cupboard full of asprin. Me, I’m pure. And I intend to stay that way. Why do I have

I am not a fat cat
Comments can be hurtful. Especially when they refer to your physical characteristics, like ears (a bit raggedy) and waistline (too much of it) from yesterday’s post. I even changed the photo in chagrin. I tell you right now I’m not used to getting snide comments about my belly, I’m unaccustomed to being spoken to like that. I will admit, however, that I might possibly be carrying a few extra pounds these days but I blame the meds for that. The Vet keeps me pretty well ston

Finally Friday
I have a fondness for Fridays, as you know. The woman likes Fridays too. She’s always in a more relaxed frame of mind and thus easier to manipulate. Don’t ask me why it is. She gets special goodies on Fridays, little nibblies to munch on, and this time of year we eat them outside in the evening. If I can find a spot to relax in. A spot that’s well out of the westering sun, cool yet warmish for comfort, shaded yet with a clear view of everything whi

Forget the Science and Feed me
You have to keep an eye on these scientific-type humans. They’ve been researching us for a while and I’m not sure that I’m happy with this at all, particularly the latest study on us requesting dinner. Some of these scientists realise that we have no trouble getting humans to do our bidding, especially at meal times. Do people really have to know this? Why can’t they just be blissful in their ignorance? It hasn’t cramped their style before. Get real. If ou

Terror for Tigers
When I was a young cat I wanted to be a tiger. I wanted to be the biggest, stripeyest, snarlingest tiger in the world. In a few years time I can probably wrap myself in a black and yellow coat in faux fur and be the only tiger in the world. There are fewer than 5,000 tigers left! The way the slaughter continues, all of them could be gone by 2012. In a cruel twist of fate, the Siberian tigers who are down to 500 in numbers, are more likely to survive. Though their nor