Coo, it's hot. I love it, but it's at times like this I wish my hair was a bit thinner. There's flies all over the show but I couldn't be arsed to chase them.
To make matters worse, Kibbeling was lying under the catnip when I went to get my morning fix. I didn't see her at first, so we had to have a fight and get it over with.
She's the house cat, I'm the outdoor cat, so what the hell was she doing in MY garden?

Lidl catfood...way to go dude! For years we've been thinking Felix is okay, Sheba is better and Whiskers is alright, but man o man, Lidl catfood is the dogs bollocks...woo hoo.
Bring it on...

My Twitter has 255 followers. How about that? I only write rubbish on it anyway and I've no idea if anyone reads it or not. I write about what I've had to eat, where I've been (mainly our garden or next door's) and where I've slept.
Basically that is all us cats do, eat, wander and sleep. Oh and shit, but we don't talk about that.
Today sometrhing exciting is happening, the neighbours have a big machine that goes round and round with sand and stuff in it. Trouble is they are going to stick it all over my new found toilet. If it's concrete, I'll put my paw print in it just like last time. He he...

Occasionally I used to get a bit of chicken, yer know, the real stuff, but recently it's emerged that Ratbag (Kibbeling) also likes it so I now have to share. I've heard it said that we have a greater choice of food than they have. I'm not sure about that but all I know is, you can't get Sheba chicken and Asparagus anymore. That was delicious and I'd kill for it. Anyway, sleep time again. Maah!

This is me, hiding between chair and kitchen table.
No one knows I'm here and I won't make any noise.
Now I can see all that happens in the world, what my master eats, where my mistress put the tidbits and, most important, where my little stepsis Kibby wonders around. She likes to attack me but me, I am good in surprising attacks.
Hush...

We have a paper bag in the room. It's a bag Astrid picked up a long while ago for in the car as it says 'Please use this car bin bag to take your litter home'.
I'm glad she gave it to us 'cause both Kibbeling and I love to use it. Until short I mainly used it to lie on so I can turn on my back to give Mick or Astrid the possibility to tickle my tummy. I know Kibbeling uses it for the same reason, but she also uses it as a train. She sits on it and let someone drag the bag through the room.
I didn't want to copy her so I invented the creeping-in-the-bag method. First I push my nose somewhere on the top of the bag and sometimes it gets wider there. If that happens, I crawl in the back and when I cannot go further, I turn around. This is the result.

Apparently people love this trick 'cause I always heare them giggling and saying something about my bum sticking out. Mmmm, nothing wrong with my bum.

Hey Mandarijn, sis, just a quick reaction. I saw the photos where you were displaying yourself in full length. You know, when you place yourself in a more decent position (what we queens should do), it's much easier for someone to stroke you and that's what it is all about, isn't it?

However, I have to admit, stretching fully out is much nicer! Meow!

This new settee is just fine. Just cotton picking fine.

However, the cushions could do with being a bit softer.
And larger.
And made from real Eider down.
And in burgundy or mellow yellow, my favourite colours

Hi, Kibb here, just to let you know I'm still around. It's just that, when the sun comes out and I find a spot in it, well, I just have to take advantage and all rationality goes to the wall. Even this pink piglet had to take a back seat.

It's not me that's too big, it's the box that's too small. I told them "When you go to Ikea, make sure the box is big enough". Do they ever listen....
Same with the piano, I always tell them "When you've finished with the piano, close the lid to keep the dust off", do they listen, do they hell....