What the...

I can't get through my catflap because there's a load of white stuff outside it. What DO they think they're doing?! What IS this? And why won't my CoS kindly make it all go away? I tell you, it won't do. It is icy on the paw-pads, it's wet and horrible when it melts and I can't see any plain earth to, um. Apart from anything else it's b****y cold.

Signed,
Unimpressed Feline with Strong Views, East Sheen

A pooch for a president?

After all the fuss the other night, in which my sleep was seriously disturbed by human yelling and snuffling in front of the TV at some unearthly hour of morning, things have just got a whole lot worse. The New Household Hero, aka president elect of a place 3000 miles away, has announced that when he moves house he is giving his kids...a dog.

I ask you.

CoS's paper of choice, the Indy, has a selection for our NHH to choose from here. Personally my CoS favours the mutt pictured left, which bears the daffy moniker of a 'Labradoodle' - she cites the fact that a cross-breed is appropriate since the NHH is himself bi-racial. I think she just thinks he's cute. The Labradoodle, not the NHH, I mean.

...oh. Really? NHH is cute, I'm told. Labradoodle less so. My loyal CoS will stick to her favourite felines, otherwise she will find that I am a very cross breed indeed.

i-Pawed?

There's this thing called an i-Pawed that plays music through headphones...and apparently it's dangerous for cats. Peering from atop a heap of papers on the desk into CoS's computer screen, though, I read this article from The Guardian which purrrrports to tell us about it, only to discover that it doesn't say *how* i-Paweds cause us injuries and is really more about dogs swallowing knickers (well, what do you expect of a dog?!).

Still, with the food They give me at the moment being severely deficient in the calories department, I may soon be reduced to that myself. grrr

Bad-tempered tiger!

Gloomy news about attempted tiger-breeding at London Zoo...well, of course they need more space. Big Ginge and I could have told you months ago (as we licked our wounds) that two stripy cats roaming the same four gardens simply doesn't work. No wonder our big cousin is bad-tempered.

CoS says it's awful having to share a bathroom with strange males even if you're human, so there you go.

"Pussy Versus Printer"

I've been forced out of a deep slumber by my chief-of-staff in order to share with you this priceless video. CoS says she is glad that such things happen to cats as well as to her...

Eine kleine update

Mrrrw...I am in trouble for not blogging. Keep up the good work, says chief of staff, but it's summertime, so who wants to work anyway?

So here's the latest. The garden is a building site, Big Ginge went missing for several days and came back minus part of his tail (don't ask me, guv, but it does put the 'ow' back into 'miaow', hargharghargh...), and chief of staff keeps asking me stupid questions about people called Scarlatescu, Hartmann and Monti. Honestly. All I ask is a little bit of fish now and then.

Our favourite bear is back!

Golly! Michael Bond, aged 82, has written his first new Paddington Bear novel in 30 years!! and the good news is that the Peruvian predator (not) still eats marmalade sandwiches despite Marmite's best efforts. Read all about it here.