In Which Marmers has a Scale and Polish

  On Wednesday, Marmers had his toothypegs scaled and polished. His molars had tartar all over them, the durrty sod that he is! As if you’d catch me with mucky teeth! The very idea… This entailed him being deprived of food from midnight, trapped and incatcerated in his basket at 9am, and transported to Newport [...]

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A Cautionary Tail…

Perils lurk in the Big Outside World of which a mere cat knows nothing. It’s bad enough slipping slinkily out of one’s own Catflap of Opporchancity into one’s own Rolling Ell of a morning to find BBC teacosied malevolently under our bush, and having to call for back-up, without the need to go Farther Afield [...]

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How I Lost My Ninth Liff

I’ve had a bit of an eventful day. Traumatic isn’t in it. Down to eight liffs in paw-to-paw Mortal Combat, and I’m not even sure who won. I’m so shaken I’ve spent most of the last 24 hours snuggled up with mpu under an ancient raggedy-edged patchwork quilt trying to forget the Horror, the Horror! [...]

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In Which Marmers Shows His Mettle

Not long back, I may have heaped vile calumny upon the hapless head of m’Marmalade Chum (which isn’t like me) re his perceived inability to make use of Wilderness Catflap, or WC, as I fondly think of it. Just this very day irrefutable evidence to the contrary was gathered by assiduous use of CatCam (not [...]

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Cambo Magic

It may be that there are hordes of fans out there just awaiting a Pond Update with bated breath. But just in case there aren’t, here’s something completely different. Before we sank into a north-wind/volcano induced state of semi-freddo huddled-around-the-humming-radiator-ness, I sent the parental units off for a prowl around Cambo Gardens, not far from [...]

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Two-flap Monarch of Rolling Ells

Time, indeed high time, I thought to myself, that we got away from all that moilin’ and icin’ of grills and did something a bit more artistic, a tad more decorative and, let’s face it {as mpu will say} a whole shed-load more darn tootin’ handsome which I am when all’s said and done. Who [...]

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88 Two Fat Ladies @ Pittenweem Arts Festival

We’ve been a bit lackadaisical of late, fpu and me, but we’ve Pulled Ourselves Together, managing not to go to pot in the purrocess (though I believe we do know someone who Grows Their Own {shockin’}) and have slaved long and hard to download photos, upload photos, sideload photos – blimey, photowise I don’t know [...]

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