MOOZIES ARE MADE OF PYREX

Well, I have always said that there MUST be something going on with these moosies.  How do you get them all to look so much alike.

For all you townies, who do not see the truth, here is what really happens.

They are all pyrex calveses!

Yep what happens you see is that all the little cows when they are still in tadpoles size are injected into the mommy moozies.  They all have much the same bull daddy’s – even the cow daddies are full of bull – and kept in a big freezing milk urn.

Now I can sleep again at night, and during the day!  It was really worrying me.  All those moozies walking past the window, all looking the same.  It was like watching an old movie that had got stuck.

Come to think of it – I have not had any milk for quiet a while.

‘Fart, did you hear that?  I need milk now.  Thank you.’

Nothing like good manners and thanking the silly little man afterwards!

POOR FAR APART MOOZIES

I was sitting on the step last night watching the sun set.  Fart was sitting next to me.  He had just given me my evening brushing.

The sunset was lovely, the jackals had started laughing at each other and we had heard an owl call.  Lovely it was.

Then one of the moozies in the field next to our little cottage, started yelling really loud. 

Fart and I got such a fright!

Anyway a few seconds later the moozie yelled again.  Really loud it was.  I did not think anything of it when next thing there was a distant yell from afar.  Our moozie shouted back and the distant moozie responded.  They ended up have this long distance cell phone call – without the cell phone though, when last did you see a moozie using a cell phone.

Fart and I felt so sad.  Here were these two moozies calling each other like elephants and lions in the Serengeti.  So far apart, and through no fault of their own.  They might have been husband and wifey – like fart and my mummsy who live far apart and SMS each other everyday cause they love each other so much.

Shame Fart was sad I had to go and put my paw around his shoulders and give him a lick.

I love him so much.

BIRTHDAY QUEEN

Yep I turned 19 eleventy-twelve on the 30 of May.  Great hey? 

SOOO much beauty and knowledge all in this slim bod.  I feel like a well-preserved bottle of the finest champagne.

Fart gave me a three course meal of trout roe, trout salad and trout in milk for dinner.  I had to go lay down afterwards.  I had to lie on my back and lick my paws as I could not reach my important bits right after the meal.

Mummsy sent me so many cards.  I had cards from my kitty mummsy, my uncle Eddie and my sisters and even from Tombili the pesky monkey who we adopted in Tanzania.  He taight us about wild things and forests and the Serengeti.  He was lovely really although he would chase us all over and pull our tails and eat mummsies candle and poo in her hair.

‘Sooo now Fart! A bit more respect and combings please. thank you!'

I am going to go and sit in the sun  abit now, you have to get what you can these wintery days.

‘Ohh and Fart when you walk past scrape man scrape.  Just bend very low to the floor.’

You gotta see this mummsy, you will love it.