SAUSAGES

Well for many weeks Martin has been complaining of a nasty smell in his orifice, or should I say: office. Like most of the house, his office is full of stuff - computers, records, 78s, paperwork, etc etc. So it is impossible to search every square inch for t*rds. The other day he proudly announced that he had something to show me. He produced a huge tray of cat t*rds: brown ones, long ones, short ones, curly ones - even white ones. He had collected them from a dark corner of his room. I think Mitzi Bitzi has been secretely secreting under one of the chairs.

Anyway, he cleaned the area thoroughly and waited for it to dry. Only to find another deposit left this morning. So - there is nothing for it but to take all the computer cables off his door and manage to make the door actually shut, to keep out little furry bottoms (apart, of course, from his own)

Was upstairs today when Martin marched into the room brandishing what looked like another curly t*rd. Oh, thought I, not another one, the man is obsessed! Only to be told that he had just caught Kitty, Tommy and Mitzi red-handed (or red-pawed), having all pulled a cooked cumberland sausage down from the kitchen worktop. Martin said that Tommy Fudge was the one who was tucking in the most...

A LOVELY AFTERNOON IN THE GARDEN

All the pussies had a lovely afternoon in the garden on Wed 9 Sept. They enjoyed the Indian summer. This is my idea of paradise: being surrounded by my four furry loves int their own little Eden

TOMMY SUCKLING

SO TIRED

TOMMY SAYS: LET IT RAIN

PRECIOUS BABIES

Was in the garden the other day and Mitzi took great interest in a bright green caterpillar which was crawling across her path. She bent down and sniffed it and slowly began to eat it. She looked up at one point and it was hanging out of her mouth. Then with one final scoff it was down her little furry gullet...mmm

Martin and I did some catflap training for Mitzi: she could get out but we weren't sure if she could come back in. So Martin was inside with a cat treat and I was on the outside and we did a push me pull you system, handing Mitzi back and forth with the occasional treat proffered as a reward. A while later Martin started the noisy lawnmower and Mitzi soon moved her little furry butt and dived through the flap into the safety of the house

The other night it was wonderful as Mitzi, Tommy and Binky were sleeping on our bed at night. I woke up to find Binky by my head and Tommy and Mitzi sleeping on my chest. Bliss...

Tommy apparently got stuck up next door's tree the other day. Martin reckoned it was 25 feet up! I think he was probably trying to get at the two fat pigeons who live in the tree. Fortunately he eventually made his way "gingerly" back down