Don't eat nuts unless you are a squirrel! Or the tale of the Veterinary Emergency

have not been able to write to you for a while. As you might have suspected it was the STAFFs' fault (why do I even put up with them?)! They gave me something funny to eat, some kind of stuff mainly made from ground nuts, baked into a cake or something. Of course only a little piece because they are stingy! But, it made me feel so sick. Sicker than - I'll spare you the graphic comparisons. But I was chucking and cramping and shivering and chucking and cramping and, boyoboy. So, they rushed me to the e.r.(Vets Now), because it was Sunday and out own surgery is closed then. I hate that place.

The people you see in the waiting room. Awful. And all that fear and anxiety (and that is just the STAFF).
And it is quite expensive. Really, they should have thought that through berforehand and we could have spent the money on something else.

PS: I feel better now. And I am still milking the STAFFs' guilty conscience. Every cloud does have a silver lining.

I'm going to sack the STAFF! Applications are welcome!

So, it is a really, really cold and wet rainy November day. Cold. Damp. Really wet. What would any sensible person do? I can tell you: double breakfast, nice fire, extra blankets, and - most important that one - stay indoors! What do the STAFF do? What with them not being sensible at all! They drag us out on a long walk through Thieves Wood. Normally I quite like going there. Also, there's a tuck shop and you can buy a suasage for 30 pence. Not that they have sprung for one lately - stingy! But that's another matter.

So, they left my coat in the car. Went on a long walk. And I got absolutely frozen. So, now I am spending my time choking to indicate that they did give me double pneumonia bronchitis. And no amount of blankets is going to stop me from complaining.

Applications for replacing the STAFF from trained and sensible personnel are very welcome!

PS: I suppose the STAFF are trying. Still, I can't get warm. Maybe they will fetch me more blankets? And let's see what other stuff I can get them to do whilst they are on their guilt trip.

Sweet dreams are made of this...

It so nearly was mine! I can't write more. Too upset...

That's why I'm easy...

Weekend's been great! Two trips to Bestwood (the name says it all), lots of grub and plenty of time spent with the STAFF.

Life, I can tell you, is good!

Yippeee.... Bestwood... The best Wood

Wow, what a night. A really loud firework went off at 1am, so I thought I'd better join the STAFF. To protect them you know. Calm them down and all that. So, I took a running jump onto their bed, and schnuzzled up real close. I don't normally like sharing with them, and they are funny about me being on the bed normally, but I knew they'd want me to hang around in this crisis situation. Couldn't stay long though. After a few hours I felt that there was not really enough space for everyone, so I up and left and went back to my own bed.

The STAFF don't look so well this morning. Tired and like they have a sore back. I don't know why. I slept great! And imagine how bad they'd feel had I not joined them and calmed them down. Sometimes I don't feel like they appreciate all the hard work I put into keeping them happy. Pfff, people, eh!

Anyway, when they finally made it out of bed this morning we went to Bestwood country park. My favourite! As you can tell from my happy expression!

Maybe I should do this every night. I'll talk to the STAFF....once they look more awake...

Waiting...it's just not acceptable!

I'm doing my best impression of total desolation, but to no avail. Yet again I had to wait 15 minutes between one of the STAFF coming back from wherever they sometimes go during the day and my evening walk. How can they do this to me?

The cheekiest cat ever!

I just got back from the park this morning. Feeling pretty happy on account of very high squirrel activity. And then this! The STAFF were feasting on breakfast, whilst cruelly making me wait for mine (as usual) when I suddenly saw a mnovement by my window out to my garden. And then there it was. Sitting, bold as you like on my window sill, looking at me and - wait for it - purring. Purring, I ask you!

I glared at it, but no reaction. I raised my eyebrows very meaningfully. Nothing. I did my Elvis-lip-lift impression. Nothing. I was feeling a bit deflated, but then the cheeky thing wandered off. Well, good riddance.


I am still grumbling to myself about the incident whilst I am taking my morning's fill of sunshine on the sofa.

PS: The DogAppeasementPheromone (DAP) thing must work. I feel much calmer!