Hunting... how to do it properly.

Today I want to talk to you all about hunting. Yes I know that this topic is an ethical minefield, people feel very strongly either way about the issue and it is something that I have some knowledge of, first hand (I am a cat you know).

So my thoughts on the matter... well I think that the photo says it all. This is about as dangerous as my hunting exploits get. It's not that I'm scared or am not very good at it, I have caught my fair share of socks over the years I can tell you.

Lets be honest here, we don't live in the dark ages now. We have TV and the Internet and dinner comes out of little pouches that appear in the cupboard once or twice a week. There is no need for all that running about, it's a complete waste of energy.

Just get yourself a little fluffy mouse like I did!

Holiday time.

Well this is all very interesting, I was having a little mosey around the front room when I came across some magazines on the floor. Seems that the humans are planning a little holiday.

So these all look like rather nice places to go, but after having a look through them I didn't find any facilities for the small 'fluffy' type of guest, like me.

I'm sure that this is just an oversight on their behalf, perhaps if I somehow managed to point this out to them they will pick somewhere more friendly.

It`s really hard to turn pages with paws you know!

And it doesn't help that they have laid them out in such a way that they cover each other!

I don't know, I am starting to get the impression that maybe they don't want me to come with them on this little trip. We shall have to see about that!

Ok here we go, I'm just going to fold this page over and see if they get the hint. They are good like that, it doesn't take too much for them to get the hint. Like recently when I started throwing up my dinner unless they poached me cod in milk.

Fluffy cushion.

With the recent purchase of the new sofa and cushions, I have managed to appropriate one of the old fluffy cushions all for myself.

It does drive me mad though when I get woken up for a photo opportunity, although I have to say I am looking fine! Even half asleep I'm gorgeous, if I say so myself.

Shame though that me and me fluffy cushion have been relegated to the spare room, apparently it doesn't fit the new colour scheme in the lounge any longer. Not sure what that is all about, humans are weird!

Climbing.

It is a well known fact that my breed loves to climb. I spend many hours climbing all over the furniture, jumping from chair to chair and being generally awesome and athletic. 

Take this shot for example, here I am caught in the act of scaling one of my cat scratchers. Just needed to stop for a minute to catch my breath and enjoy the view. 

Hiding spot.

So this is one of my favourite hiding spots. I can squeeze myself under the bed and then enjoy listening to the repeated calls of my name when they are trying to find me. 

For some really weird reason, they like to know where I am when they go out. It's not like I'm going to be having a party or do some decorating whilst they are away. 

I do like this room though, it's full of fun things to knock over and move about. 

Moving to America!

I would like to bring everyone's attention to the comment on a recent photo of me by my friends in America!

Yes, I think I am too handsome for words! I think I shall move to America, where I will be appreciated. Now can I do that without leaving the house I wonder. 

My favourite position....

In my chair and all stretched out. Yep, this is the life!