No room for two.

Seriously people, stop sitting in my spaces! I'm not putting up with it any more. Grrrrr!

I love my chair.

I keep telling them this is my chair.

Fat Bob.

So this rather cool cat scratcher that I'm sat in called a 'fat bob' and I've pretty much ignored it for the last 12 months. 

I think it rather suits me though, what do you think?

Wayward toe!

Can you see that little toe at the bottom of the picture? How did that get there? Who's toe is it? I wonder what it tastes like? Comments please, should I grab it or not?

Home...

There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home. Now I just need some ruby slippers....

Guard duty.

Just been catching up on the local news and it turns out that there was a burglar on the loose yesterday, the police had the helicopter out searching for him.

So I thought it would be a good idea to do some patrols around the garden. 

Not sure that my garden is big enough for a helicopter to land in so I suppose I shall have to keep an eye out. 

This is the life.

So this is how I want to have my dinner from now on. I will lay on my back, all nice and comfortable (please provide something soft to lie on) and open up nice and wide and you can just drop little bits of fish in for me.

I'm done with all this getting up and wandering out to my bowl, it's very unhygienic and really too much effort so the humans can start earning their keep and feed me in the proper manner that I deserve!