OUR LITTLE TOMOS AND MY CUZ

My Auntie Siwan sent this photo yesterday of our little Tomos with his uncle Hedd.  Isn't he just the greatest.  Of course my cuz Hedd is beautifu...sorry handsome as well!  THE BEST IN FACT!

MY EGG TOILET!

The other day fart said that he was going to buy me an 'igloo'.

Now I’ am a cat.  Some say that I am a beautiful, intelligent and loving cat.  Beautiful cause I looks like my mummsy, intelligent cause I thinks like my mummsy and loving cause that IS my mummsy.

BUT, I have an issue in that I do not even know what an igloo is.  I have my kitty loo tray which I have been using since I was a cuddly little kitten.  Sometimes if I am sitting in the garden and caught short, I leave my visiting cards in the garden.  Those are covered up and left neatly where they disturb nobody else.

Ever since we moved to South Africa, I have found that local’s accent a little bit discerning.  My great grand mummsy (on my mummsy’ side) had the same problem. When fart told her that he had, ‘tripped over a peg in the garden.’ She thought he had said pig.  Then he said to her ‘More is a nogger dag.’ - Afrikaans for- ‘tomorrow is another day’. She thought he had said ‘Morris is a rubber duck.’

Now we have this igloo thing.  Too me, and bearing the above in mind, that it sounds like a toilet for unhatched fowl eggs! Now – am I right or am I wrong.

Anyway, in ‘it’ (Fart) comes the other day, with an ‘igloo’. It is a ‘bed’ for me!

Now why could you cut out all the drama, stress and pulpatations you put me through and just tell me it is a ‘queen’s bed’.  Remember those beds with canopies?  Well that is what this reminds me of.  But it keeps me warm at night.

And I love it Fart.  You are such a love.

‘Silly old sod.’ – as mummsy would say.

I just love him....sometimes

BREATHING SKIN - WITH MOUTHS?

I was sitting on the doorstep this morning watching the moosies in the field across the road.  They were all standing - very still.  I actually think they were frozen solid. 

That is why God puts the sun out every twelve hours so that they can defrost.  Then I thought, well if the moosies are frozen, that means their milk is frozen. So it seems that the farmers and God are working hand in hand.

God, puts the sun up, farmer takes milk and then God takes sun away.  Strange set up.

Anyway, whilst they were standing there I noticed that they were covered in mist. 

Fart, he who knows all, said it was not mist but condensation.  He explained to me that if we breathe out of our mouths, we get the same stuff.

I thought a while - and my brain could just not get around it - so I said to him of all knowledge.

‘So what you are saying is that they have little open mouths all over their bodies?’

He burst out laughing, ‘N-o-o-o-o silly.  But we all have little holes in our skin.  These are called pores and our skin actually breaths.’

‘Y-a-a-a-a,’ I said, ‘pull the other one’.  ‘So when you go for a long walk, your skin starts panting and gets out of breath.  Unless of course you have fit skin?’

Fart looked up at the sky and went in to make another cup of tea.  Didn’t say a word.

I mean, why get the huff.  I am only a very beautiful innocent kitty cat.  You are my partner, I believe everything you say.  If you say skin breathes I believe you.

‘And Fart, I have four paws that I know about and each one of them have l-o-n-g S-H-A-R-P talons on them.  So watch it.  You silly little man.’

Sometimes, I just want to rip up his heated blanket!

THE GRASS IS IN SHOCK

Every year as winter arrives so the shock turns white. Fart says it is ‘frost’ and that it is actually dew. Make up your mind Fart. Really! I don’t care what you call it I call it shock. I mean Dew to what? Due to humans leaving it out there at night? Somebody, especially farmers, who’s moosies have to eat it, should look after it more so that it does not go into shock. Maybe, as I said earlier, if they covered the grass at night, or rolled it up and put it in their barns – moosies would have a better meal and farmers would not have to give them winter feed. H-u-m-a-n-s! I am going to start education classes. But if they are all as bad as fart then we have a major problem.
‘Bring the brushes Fart, time for my grooming.’