PB on the bed, dreamies and chat

[Ollivander84]

Here!

cozie - it's just what I do every night when Ollie falls asleep on me

😀

Don't forget the shallow breathing and the sudden itch you can't possibly scratch so you lie rigid fantasising about getting the kitchen spatula for next time...

...and never do...

Oh dear. Someone has moved in next door. The bush is in danger

I didn't breathe properly for a good few minutes. Minor panic when I need to cough but she stayed put. Spent some time upside down (cat, not me).

It was me that ruined it after 1hr40mins because I was going to have to either go for a wee or begin brewing a UTI.

No repeat thus far, but I'm thinking of making a cup of tea soon, so that may draw her to me.

O Bush infiltration?

Rush over and compliment them on its lovely foliage, 'such a rare protected species'.

😃

I was tempted to when I saw them moving in. But given its um, dead, I wasn't sure how convincing I could be...

It's not dead, it's in the well known 'dormant phase' which in Arcturius Vandera (commonly known as mabush mama) shrubs can last for up to five years, what with the species originating in the mountainous region of Afghanistan.

Oh you are GOOD, Weezol. 😃

And if the new owners were to protect this precious rare plant in its dormant phase, mabush mama might sprout - producing a very tiny Xmas tree in its own tinselly pot by way of thanks. This happens with shrubs originating from the magical forest of Poundland, ask anyone at Kew.

I've been robbed at the sodding bus stop AGAIN. Pickpocketed. Met my neighbour in the lift who was bereft and as boot-faced as I was and she had the same, same bus stop, half an hour later. The police round here are run ragged - a gang of 'Big Issue' sellers has moved in. Nothing to do with the Big Issue (for whom I worked), a lot to do with organised Albanian lady gangs run by men.

Hoomans. Supervising brew making while Fred gets his driving license

Oohh!!! Such a fudgesome fabulous faace.

She did not approve of me stroking it and going "ooooohhj squishy!"

She will learn. Mr C knows he can get anything he wants out of me by allowing access to fat powder puff cheeks. Have you done under the chin yet?

Oh yes. If I stop stroking her she lifts a paw up and waves it at me. I'm allowed the tail and everything while she does kneading

Sorry to hear that, Lana.
Did they get away with much?
Gorgeous kittens, Ollivander!

The first thing I thought on seeing the latest Ginge shot was 'ooooooh, squishy'!

Fred looks like he could either be a lovely chap a la Leslie Philips or making a living as a charming gentleman thief.

Lana The bastards.

Thanks all so much - in the past month it's been all crime and calamity here, the law of averages alone should protect me forevermore

Luckily it wasn't catastrophic, the worst thing was DM's Xmas present in small box which was zipped into purse as naturally I was too tight to pay 5p for carrier bag. I stand by that decision )

Fred needs a trio of ladies in spangly leotards and ostrich feathers on either arm. I'm volunteering as one of them. Ginge needs a full-time pet assistant, ditto.

That’s awful Lana, I don’t know how you put up with it. Do you not yearn for a small town with no amenities?.

Funny you should say that Even tho it drives me nuts, I'm a Londoner, innit. Everywhere else feels like a holiday, I can't concentrate at all . But times are changing - people 2 miles away have private security guards outside their houses, and not just the dodgy Russians new-next-door, either.

I am bloody gloomy at the moment, it has to be admitted - even considered moving but Mr C wouldn't have it. After all, he has only just got used to going the vet

Ahh, Lana, that’s hard, especially DM’s present.
Hope their bloody thieving hands drop off.
[Flowers]

even

Lana - Binge agrees but thinks Lancashire might be "too wet for humans"
O has retired to his igloo in disgust at the weather, food, bush situation and the smell of other cats

Thanks so much, you have all been massively cheering. I hope a Fagin gangmaster out there spends it on meth and ends up with Rod Stewart hair and no teeth.

Says the person who volunteers for the homeless Mind you, genuine homeless are entirely different - it's perfectly normal to be an entirely honest homeless person, many of them are. Now that is strong moral fibre.

Little Binge! She would take everyone down in a flash if her Dreamies were at risk. Lancashire sounds lovely, but Mr C is cosmopolitan kitty. He wouldn't know what to do with a bird that wasn't a huge, angry pigeon squawking cockney taunts at him on the balcony.

Mr C on me, purring, thanks to a party pack of reduced chipolatas that the loose change from my handbag enabled yesterday. Yumbo.