Silly Saturday

You put your right paw in, you put your right paw out, you put your right paw in and you shake it all about...

Needs Meme

My friend Sweet Praline tagged me for this earlier in the week, but mum and I had a few issues trying to get a sensible response! Here are the rules:

All you have to do is Google your first name with the word "needs" behind it and post the results. Don't forget to tag (if you are the tagging sort)! So we Googled "Huffle needs" and here are some of the results...

I think Google thought I meant "shuffle" because we got a lot of those results!

Does the iPod Shuffle need protection? This is a silly question! I don't have an iPod shuffle!

Huffle Nursery School opened in September 1981. Wow, there's a school named after me!

Families need not worry about shuffle. Well no, why would they?

iPod shuffle? My daughter's needs... I don't have a daughter. How would I know what she needs?

Monday random shuffle: Mars needs guitars. Well of course it does. Everybody needs guitars. And since I am the resident DJ at the House of Huffle, it makes perfect sense.

Since they were all a bit silly, we decided to try my real name, Stella. Here are the results:

Stella needs a caption in the dishwasher no no, it wasn't me, I swear!

Stella needs to get her groove back I don't think so, I am DJ Huffle, I have plenty of groove

Stella needs to stop crying But I wasn't!

Stella needs our vote It's true, then I can delegate them to Tubey in the presidential election

Stella needs a home NO! I have a lovely home. I'm not going anywhere.

Huffle's new job

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.