Huzzy Wednesday

This is not a photo of me being a huzzy this month. This is a photo of a polar bear being a huzzy, that my mum took on her holiday when she left me alone for a whole month.

Explorer Cat Activities

When you are an explorer cat, you have a very busy life. Take yesterday, for example. This is the shower in the bathroom that nobody really uses. Mum opened the door and I had to go straight in to explore. You never know what you might find! It could be completely different to the shower in mum and dad's bathroom.

I am thinking of training the polar bear featured yesterday to be my body guard. I have named him Polie. Perhaps he can protect me from the pupparazzi.

Uncle Buckley

Mum and dad went to visit my Uncle Buckley on the weekend. It's part of the reason they left me alone for two nights in a row.

Uncle Buckley is Grandpa's dog. He is a White Swiss Shepherd dog. Last time I talked about him, he had been to the v-e-t because it was time for his injections and they told my Grandpa he needed to go on a diet because he weighed 64.8kg. That's 142lbs. I don't think Queen Meeshka needs to worry.

Here is a picture of Uncle Buckley from the weekend:

I think he might have secretly been attending Stormy's class on posing for photos because he wouldn't sit properly for mum when she had the camera out. Every photo we downloaded was of his tail or his back or him looking away.

Here he is helping Grandpa with the dishes:


He's a very helpful pup! Mum always calls him the polar bear because he's big and white. And he has big teeth. Like a polar bear.

When will they ever learn?

My grandparents (dad's parents) came to visit last night. They didn't bring me any new mouses to play with. It's just not good enough, I had to resort to chasing my own tail for entertainment. I mean, really. But I was clever, mum got the video camera out so I just sat down and did nothing.

I had a comment from Ben the Rottie this weekend (thanks for visiting, Ben) who said that polar bears are not as good as rotties. Now I don't know much about rotties (although Ben seems very nice and friendly) but my grandpa has a dog who is nicknamed the Polar Bear (see earlier post about Uncle Buckley) and he is very scary. I think it's because my whole catness is about the size of his head. Last time he came to visit I had to hide upstairs because he is so big. So I agree with Ben, rotties are waaaay nicer than polar bears.

And besides, my mum had a rottie (called Max) and her best fried was a black cat like me! It has to be a sign.