Sorry all, mummy hasn't been well and she is neglecting our blog.

The good news is that she is paying more attention to US!

The bad news is that she isn't sharing us with you.

We'll be back soon - especially as we've won a cool award from our pals Glogirly and Katie!!

Today I am a MANCAT!! Can you believe that I'm finally one year old?

...there was a handsome young cat-prince. We'll call him Bumblefur.

Prince Bumblefur was a mighty fine fellow. He kept the house safe from little bits of fluff that floated on the air, and made sure that all tuna-fish was well nomed.

Life was good in the Bumblefur kingdom... till one day an enemy emerged!

Nobody could understand where this evil rogue came from (it is suspected he came from Australia) but young Bumblefur knew that he had to keep the kingdom safe for his mummy and daddy, and also for his big brother Ruffletum.


Rendition of evil rogue - real rogue image far too frightening for family blog


At about 3am every night, unbeknownst to all but our Prince, the rogue comes to life on the shelf where he hides with the soft toys. The rogue flexes his claws and shows his teeth - sleeping mummy and daddy suspect nothing! Only Prince Bumblefur understands the danger!

With a mighty CRASH and a hearty THUD Prince Bumblefur sets into battle. Evil MUST be batted across the room and into submission! Zooming MUST be done afterwards, to make sure that no evil minions are lurking anywhere else in the house!

It is a thankless job for our fair Prince, and he asks for so little in return. The triumphant cuddles when he finishes his vanquishing and headbutts his mummy are thank you enough.

Suffice to say, I no longer can do this... but that's ok 'cause I showed that TV lady who is boss...

(also suffice to say that Daddy had a small heart attack when he saw this photo, which is another reason that I can no longer do this, even if I could fit)

Mummy has left her flashy box at the work place, so we're off the hook for getting pictures this weekend! YIPPEE!! I figured I tell you a story instead.

Inigo is very  fond of getting attention to his head. He loves ear scritchies, and he'll start PURRING like you wouldn't believe when mummy kisses him between his ears.

Well, today I decided to get back on his good side so I could have MY blog back... when he was napping in the mouse house I peeked my head in and started washing the top of his head.

He LOVED it, and I got SO much praise for being kind to my brother...

So what was the upside for me you ask? Well....

The fur on the top of brothers head looks like it's been crimped for some reason - it's been like that since he was a kitten. It has a slight wave in it.  So what happens when you get wavey hair wet?

Heh heh heh. What a shame mummy doesn't have the camera.