fireplaces are fun

Quite why Cassie decided to teach me how clever it is to dig around the fireplace and pull out burnt bits of wood is beyond me. Why she was stoopid enough to then chew the burnt bits on the nice clean cream rug in the dining room is even more beyond me.

At least I was clever enough to hide in my basket to eat my bit.

A year?

Mum says I've been rubbish at writing my blog this year and that things have to change.
So, here I am. This photograph shows just how handsome I'm growing up to be, and, how much I like grooming.

However, I did just have to suffer the indignity of a bath ready for another show tomorrow. Mum says I have to stay clean tonight because it's raining outside. I shall therefore settle tonight for cat chasing (The Skinvader is good for that, as thecatwithnofurthing spends most of her time sleeping these days) and general barking randomly at small children next door through the walls, just to keep Mum on her toes. After all there simply isn't any reason why she shouldn't shout my name a million times a day. She does love me after all. Must go, I smell a full cat litter tray and I have to race Mum to get there first.