I got a new job. Mum is always cooing over Dave and his Guide Dog for the Colour Blind gig so I thought I should do something to help mum out.
I am the new DJ in the house of Huffle! Here I am choosing which CDs should be played next.
Unfortunately, mum woke me up when I was having a nap yesterday - as you can see I wasn't too happy about it:
My friend Angus wanted to know what my name means. I have talked about it briefly before but here is the long-winded version. When mum and dad adopted me from the Cat Protection Society, I didn't have a name, just a number. Dad spent a week trying to figure out a name that suited me, and eventually chose Stella (it had to start with "s" because of poo-face Salvador). So my real name is Stella. But eventually, once I had started relaxing after I realised that I was in my fur-ever home and safe, I started exploring. I huff at things I don't understand, or don't like, and mum had been watching the Harry Potter films and started calling me Hufflepuff. That got shortened to Huffle. My second name is Mawson, because I am an explorer cat. Mum calls me nosy. I am just interested in things. Like Mawson the antarctic explorer.
I forgot to say that the spare foot that was growing out of my head has magically disappeared. I think Thor and Marco Polo came over in the middle of the night and chewed it off. I'm glad to be rid of it, it was attracting a lot of unnecessary attention.