Saturday Chatter

Some of you mentioned a little while back that you would like to know what sort of new flashy beast is tormenting me. Here it is:

A Nikon D300S, and she has FIVE lenses for it, one of which is just as big as I am!

I think I'm starting to get a headache just thinking about this flashy beast.

The EVIL flashy beast

Remember last week I promised to show you the evil flash that mum uses to take my photos sometimes? Here it is.



Now you can see why I hate it. And I have put my iPhone next to it so you can see just how big it really is. The head of it rotates so you can make the flash point in any direction.

I really hate that flash.

(For Zimmie's mum - it's a Nikon Speedlight SB600)

Giving in

Well okay, maybe I'll look at the flashy beast just this once. Now put me down please!

Digging my heels in

No, I absolutely will not look at the flashy beast.

Finally Friday

This is my new trick to stop the pupparazzi taking photos of me. When I see the flashy beast come out, I run toward the camera so any photo is out of focus. It sort of worked here; I need to practise a bit more I think.

Waiting...

If I had my new parsley pot already I wouldn't have to lie on the floor, or poke my tongue out at the flashy beast! (mum says the parsley pot is coming, she promises)

Never any peace

A cat never gets any peace in this house. I can't even sleep on the couch without being harassed by the flashy beast.



So I decided to show the flashy beast my claws, just to remind it who is boss here.

The honeymoon is over

After being all nice and kind to mum yesterday and letting her take that photo of me, I've decided enough is enough and I do NOT like the flashy beast. This is me roaring at the flashy beast to leave me alone. I wish the pupparazzi would get the hint.

In my face

This is what I think of the flashy beast!

Friends, if you could all go and visit my friend Dakota's family and offer some support, it would be greatly appreciated.

Dakota
8/15/1997 - 6/24/2009

Camouflage

As you know, Polie was sacked as my body guard because he did a bad job. Daisy told him, "You're Fired!" in her best Donald Trump voice. He hasn't spoken to me since, I don't know why.

Anyway, I have noticed that Salvador does a good job of avoiding the flashy beast in our house. Yesterday when he had just woken up from a nap (and therefore wasn't awake enough to try and hit me), I asked him how he did it. (We all know painting him black was a miserable failure)

He said that I needed to camouflage myself, like he does out in the garden. I asked him how he hid himself in our pathetic garden, and he asked me if I had ever seen him in there. I said no, of course, because I haven't. He said it was all due to camouflage. So I gave it my best shot next time I saw mum with the flashy beast.


Do you think it worked?

Post Blog-a-thon exhaustion!

It was a very busy day yesterday, what with having to support Steve, Kat and Wilbur (and the Kapp Pack) through their Day of Blogs! And then the surprise of having Wilbur turn up and play with me! We had a great time, as you can see:
This is us sitting outside on my wooden horse plotting the downfall of Salvador. As you may have read in one of Wilbur's posts yesterday, we came up with the plan of spray painting Salvador black so mum would confuse him with me, and then follow him with the flashy beast all the time. It worked really well for about two hours, until Salvador went out in the rain and all the paint washed off him. I knew we should have used the lead-based stuff. So I am back to the drawing board on that one.

I also won a stuffed alligator (I hope it tastes like chicken!) and the kitty magnets so I am very excited. My mum offered to stay up with Steve, Kat and Wilbur's mum to keep her company in the middle of the night so they exchanged a lot of emails. I don't know why the mums had to stay awake, it was the pups and kitties doing all the hard work!

Anyway, Wilbur decided he wanted to go home to his mum (I don't blame him, I would too) so we dropped him at the supersonic jet this morning and I think he is home already. I am going to eat some gravy:

and then I am going to bed! I'm just sad that my best friend Zimmie couldn't come and visit me too. Perhaps now that Wilbur has done it, Zimmie can too!

Purrr S: my nose is a little sore because Meeshka gave me a nose bonk.