Month: October 2020

Let’s start this properly. The good news is that pesky edible dormouse has gone (from our blog, that is. Not from the wall). The bad news is Leo’s mouse has a hole in it because he bit it too hard.

NO. It’s a quality issue. I love those Culpepper mice. They are great for training. I find them quite invigorating….but they hole too easily.

Mmm. I don’t play with them myself… they’re filled with drugs, you know, a drug called catnip. That’s why Leo finds them invigorating. If you are reading this and are thinking of playing with one yourself, just be a bit careful. All that sort of thing worries me. Quite a lot actually.

Oh my paw!  The White Delight worries about everything, doesn’t he? Quite recently he was worried in case someone mistook him for a dog (a DOG!) and abducted him.  Now he’s worried about being drugged by catnip. And…. he’s terrified about that virus.  He even keeps his distance from his favourite postperson for fear of being contaminated.

Rubbish. I am just socially distancing. You’re meant to be doing that now.  I heard it on Radio 4 so it must be true.   But I am worried that Leo may become a drug addict.

Inflammatory. Quite inflammatory.  Liking catnip mice does not make you a drug addict!

If he doesn’t stop annoying me, I’ll give him a cat nip.

Oops.  Leo likes that word “inflammatory”. Doesn’t he? Let’s quieten things down. I hope someone buys him a Culpepper mouse for Christmas. He can hole that instead of me!

Love Simba xxxxx

P.S Remember to socially distance. I’m socially distancing from Leo at the moment.

Mice Alive!

Oh my paw!

What in in creation’s name is THAT?

I don’t like it. I just don’t. Look at it. It’s hacked into our blog…. And what is it saying?  I understand “Leo and Simba”,of course. But.. what the devil is “Bonjour”? It is a swear word? I wouldn’t like to be sworn at actually. And…. look at it. It’s got long claws.

My dear Simba, just look at your paws. I think you’ll find you’ve got long claws, too. I’m surprised you didn’t know that already.

Don’t be horrid.  I’m ruffled enough as it is.  We’ll just have to work together to get rid of it.  Just as we did that nasty, noxious, noisy bird.

I’ve looked up “Bonjour”.  It’s saying “Hello” to us in French. Does that give you any clues as to what it is?

OH No!  We already know France is full of dogs (and it’s clearly not that) and ….Coronaviruses. That’s why they had to quarantine when they came back from France.

Agh. It’s a virus.  Has to be.  I really don’t like that. Our blog has been attacked by a virus! And… it’s saying “Hello” to us. Help.

Don’t panic. Doesn’t it remind you of something else?  A mouse perhaps? There’s that problem with the edible dormouse in France.

No you don’t.  But I don’t think that thing is a cat. I’m taking refuge in my igloo until we work out what to do. If it is the edible dormouse it’s in a wall and it is in France… so perhaps all we need to do is to shift it from our blog!

Hello all. We can’t stop laughing today…… nothing to do with squinty eyes this time.. it’s even funnier.  They’ve got a dormouse in the wall and they DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT.

What planet are they living on?

Well of course they are. Whoever heard of a mouse that wasn’t edible?  I know some of them are a bit tough and stringy (usually the ones Leo catches because they are old and slow) but even he manages with that sharp incisor of his

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Whatever!  Anyway, what are we going to do about this “edible dormouse”?

Actually, I understand it isn’t in a wall in our house.

Of course it isn’t.  Do you think it would stay if it saw me staring at it through the ventilation grill?

It’s in France. They went to France and had to quarantine on their return.

And it is in a wall.

Mmm. I don’t like France. Full of dogs and viruses that cause kibble-rationing so I understand. And the inside of a wall must be dirty.  I wouldn’t like that at all. I’m white, you know. Every bit of dust shows up.

Yup. That would be why he’s called the White Delight. 

Anyway, he has a point.  I don’t think I like France, either and who wants to go into a stuffy wall when you can catch the things on the lawn?

As you can see. We’ve stopped laughing. In fact we’re cross.

We’ve heard talk of calling in “pest control”. Who are they? What do they think WE do?  And we’ve heard these edible dormice are “protected”. That means you can’t actually eat them.  Edible dormice you can’t eat!

Hello Everyone, Simba here

Today, Leo and I are laughing. Yes, we do laugh, you know.  Leo has a great sense of humour, in fact, biting toes and that sort of thing ….

Anyway, you’re probably wondering why we’re laughing. Well, we heard on the Today programme (I like Radio 4, actually) that to build a relationship with a cat you have to narrow your eyes and blink slowly. So, we have spent the morning looking to see if that’s what they’re doing. We’ve even studied Aunty Alison.

Oh they are funny aren’t they?  Well we have had quite a fun morning making faces at them, but those prawns, steaks and additional kibbles haven’t appeared yet and I’m not sure how long I can keep it up.

There’s only so long you can spend narrowing your eyes. You get frown lines.  Anyway, the research is wrong. I narrow my eyes when I have a mouse in my sights!

Do you know, I think it hasn’t worked because Leo has been put on a diet because he is getting fat.

I only have his interests at heart.

Hmmm. I won’t spoil the day by telling the White Delight just what I think of that!  I shall recline on the sofa in my newly created hammock.

Oops, it’s not a hammock. It’s just where the cushions have collapsed under his weight.

Anyway, I must go now and make myself scarce before he sees this.

Lots of love

(and take care – that virus thing seems to be re-emerging, doesn’t it)

SIMBA xxx