South Sea Island Kitties

This was all so before my time, in kitty terms it is purractically Purrehistoric… Long ago and far away, in a land where the trees never shed their leaves, where the snow never falls and the rain is so warm it’s like taking a shower with your clothes on, there lived and became a small [...]

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Acting Suspiciously

While the parental units were oot’n’aboot the other day, I was left In Charge of Rolling Ells: Marmers was designated Deputy Squeaker and carried out his roll by having an Extensive Snooze, as is his wont. Naturally I felt it my bounden duty to patrol regularly, invoking the ‘sus’ Law with any Intruders. I felt [...]

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FREE THE TAMWORTH TWO! (or, Sleeping On The Job)

Look at these poor suffering prisoners! Immured at Cambo House near Crail, their lot in Liff is Hard Labour day in, day out. Their poor snouts are worn to the gristle with digging roots shoots and leaves. Their never-ending task – to clear weed-knotted ground of brambles, dockens, hogweed, creeping buttercup, bishop weed (or ground [...]

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Takin’ a Walk On The Wild Side with…Paddy-the-Dug.

That Jeelie, she’s just moitherin‘ me to put her Pride&Joy into my blog again, and it a mere dug too! Well, don’t say I’m not good to you is all. Bloody dugs comin’ in here and takin’ up purrecious space…mutter, mutter, mutt… So anyway, there he goes, off into Butterfly Heaven, trot-trot-trot, through the Meadowsweet, [...]

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Oh, Heaven is a place on Earth…

…brought to us by the St Andrews Preservation Trust Limited – Hidden Gardens of St Andrews 2010. The pu’s, accompanied by Ancient Australian Friend, followed the Trust’s map around 11 of 12 gardens on Sunday, in purrfect weather. No thanks to the Tourist Office, who, having run out of tickets, were unhelpful in the extreme, [...]

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KC’s Un-patented Escape Tunnel

This is what happens when you’re a famous feline. The Paparazza insists on dogging your every pawprint. Sometimes it feels like there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. However, I have my get-out claws. Feline Run! After this purrticular intrusion into my Zen-like contemplation in the Sunroom of Transience, I felt the need to exit [...]

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