Ping!

[RubbishMantra]

Little M has a new, beloved toy. One of those giant elastic bands, that you get bound around a lot of post. He has a plethora of toys, sourced from far and wide.

He brings it to me, I ping it, then he tosses it about for a bit before bringing it back for me to ping. I've woken up for the last week with it in the bed.

He doesn't chew it, so I have no fears about him ingesting it. He's just become incredibly attached to it. Then he pretends he can't find it, making mournful "Oooo" noises until I fetch it. Even though he knows exactly where his "Ping" is.

Anyone else have a cat with favourite toys, that aren't actual toys?

Pick scratching faces

Dog fur - IlsaCat1 ignores all toys and I have bought her many but when I groom the dogs she sits and waits and as soon as I empty the fur from the comb on to the lawn she goes nuts.
Chases it, plays with it rubs her face all over it, nibbles it. She actually squeaks with excitement when she sees me get the comb out.

Haha, Hollin! If you flick between them both really quickly, it looks like one of those old cartoon flicky-books! (been a bit sickie the last few days, so will happily take entertainment where I can get it)

What are Pick Scratchings? I'm imagining something like a pork scratching/guitar pick hybrid? I'm still in awe of how he unsheathes his lower fangs, and tongue, during excitement.

Oops. My typing
Pork scratchings!

Am sitting here after day in bed with cold and cackling at both Little M and Ollie. Nurse Mr C has ordered some pork scratchings as a reward for- Florence-Nightingaling me all day.

I'm going to put the video of him eating it up on his FB page as it cracked me up

Little M's misplaced his ping.

I'm going to have to buy a box of giant elastic bands aren't I?

With haste. How, tho? Maybe make the postman an offer he can't refuse? :)

I was out just now admiring those cat toys that dispense food. I didn't pick one up - just knew that Mr C would kick it at me and get me to extricate the Dreamies for him. He says the only cat toy that dispenses food in his house is me.

We've got travellers again in the empty police station next door. Much better neighbours than the last lot, who were a gang of travelling crims masquerading as a romany family.

I think the new arrivals are genuine as a) they are nice to their dogs b) they've got old-skool 60s caravans rather than Hollywood-style trailers. They're still doing the collect-and-dump-for-cash megalittering of industrial rubbish however, which ain't pretty. Their 7 year old kids are dancing on the roof of the condemned building, which is faintly unnerving.

I was thinking along those lines, Lana. Already had an embarrassing experience with postie, which may have involved my breasts falling out of my onesie. So putting a sign in my window, "Will Buy Giant Elastic Bands for Instant Cash seems the way to go...

Treats dispensers - MCat saw me carefully place Dreamies in dispenser, then just looked at me as if to say. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Crikey, your local police station sounds worse than the one I visited whilst bumming about West Africa. There were goats and chickens in the yard, and any empty offices were rented to families, as living spaces. Watch and marvel at how quickly the collective pile of unwanted white goods expands.

Ordered Little M a Big Box of giant elastic bands. Couldn't handle the sad look when I said go get your Ping.

What are the chances of him turning his nose up at them, because they're not his original "Ping"?

We now have dark suspicions about what he'll be regifting for Xmas :)

No, it is incredibly smart of you and I bet he'll love them, to be honest. Oh hell - I have just got in from a lovely day arsing around S London and realised that I am due at an incredibly smart work do in 3 min.

Thought it was tomorrow, innit. My face looks like a DV poster as Mr C clouted me last night when I rolled on him. Nicked a facial artery, little tinker. The primark trousers and greasy hair add to the downtrodden effect, and I've got to go and powernetwork. Time for a Nelson Ha Ha!

Tinkerbelle plays fetch with those little pom pom things that you get for arts and crafts. If I throw it and she can't find it. She literally calls for it to come out of hiding! She also loves my makeup brushes (which are now hidden in a secure undisclosed location) and for some reason, my left glove. Never the right one.

Well, the bumper bag of giant elastic bands arrived. Little M is The Sultan of Ping! (Disclaimer, hate the music of Dire Straits). He's one happy monkey.

Tinker, I had a throw with those little pom-poms sewn onto it. Both cats decided it was their duty to chew the pom-poms off. Was a nice John Rocha one.

I hope if anyone was impolite enough to mention you rocking the downtrodden look, you just gave them a wedgie and ran away, L.

How is the Sultan? Superb spot of nomenclature there.

Power networking turned out to be a delight - pet DV unnoticed, lots of mates.

Are you & kitlings nippy out there? We frozen here in the big smoke, it snowed earlier.

SNOW??! In the city? Madness I tell ye. I blame it on Donald Trump. Been a tad nippier here, and I'm not so far from Londinium.

The Sultan's been writhing on his back in rubber-band ecstasy, and I've noticed as well as his belly man-tuft, he's growing hair around his top 2 nipples, like chest hair! Will try to get a photo when he stops writhing, or someone to hold him still. Love the word nomenclature, which I shall file away for future reference.

Glad you didn't have to wedgie anyone whilst networking - a bonus indeed.