Month: January 2022

Hello Everyone. I hope you’re OK. There’s a lot of that virus thing around isn’t there? Anyway, we’ve been discussing parties, what they are and whether we have actually been to one. We have definitely been to a conference – arranged one, in fact.  That was when we sat in the drive with Jonathan de Freitas, Jordan, Gillian and Maud and had a good chat. (Why did the neighbours say we were caterwauling? What is that even?) We agreed to ban them from our garden.  Jonathan de Freitas et al, that is, not the neighbours. That would be too difficult.

No, not Maud.  We didn’t ban Maud.

Anyway, we were talking about parties. As you know, the White Delight is rather partial to Radio 4 and, apparently, there has been a lot of discussion about parties. They involve drink.

Yes, actually I do like radio 4 and it’s non-stop about parties at the moment and whether they are part of work. We don’t work. (Do we?) But we all have to drink so that means we all go to parties.

By my paw! Of course we don’t work! Why would you? That White Delight sometimes follows faulty logic. Just because you drink doesn’t mean you have been to a party.

I drink water.  Water only. The purest water, preferably from puddles. The White Delight drinks something highly suspicious called “milk”.  He gets very excited when he sees a milk bottle emerge from the fridge, so excited I wonder what effect it has on him.

I drink it because it keeps my fur white!  Anyway, milk bottles don’t “emerge” from the fridge, they are taken out and milk is deliberately put in my dish. That wouldn’t happen if it was a poisonous sort of thing.

I’m going to party in my igloo!

Hello Everyone

It’s that time of year again isn’t it. When they put up a plastic tree and cover it with lights and dangly things they call decorations that you can’t even eat or play with. (We tried and got into trouble.) Then, a few days later, they dismantle it all and put it back in the attic. What’s the point of it?

Anyway, we’re cross.  They’ve been eating things called “mince pies” and we didn’t get any. 

Yes, everyone knows “mince” is meat and we definitely eat meat. We don’t like those pea things. But we have been flatly denied any mince pies because they say they will make us sick.  So Leo decided we would embark on what he has called a period of civil disobedience.   (Whatever that is!)  It involved………

Disrupting present wrapping and packing at the same time.

Leo was very pleased with that, he called it a “double whammy”. 

Then we both sat in a tree above their reach and pretended not to notice when we were being called…….

…But we had to come in because it was cold, so we walked all over the table (which they don’t like – they say they have to clean it. Why?) Then Leo sat on it so they couldn’t put that Scrabble Board thing out.

Just look at what happened next… I can tell you he wasn’t pleased

No, I wasn’t pleased but I did get a new Napier catnip mouse in compensation. And…..next time I will get my incisor at the ready.

What happened to our campaign of civil disobedience? I was quite enjoying it.