Scary Saturday

There is no picture today because I am hiding.  The pupparazzi bought a new flashy beast - it's enormous - and I don't like it one bit.

Not only that, but the pupparazzi (mum) gave her old camera to the pupparazzi-in-training (dad) and now there are TWO of them chasing me around.

I might need to run away.

Screaming on Saturday

I am sick and tired of the damn pupparazzi following me around all the time. Even when I am trying to sleep they are always taking photos of me.

So today I screamed at them.

Do you think it will put them off?

Thursday action

Normally I do Thursday on the Balcony but it's getting colder here as we head for winter so I am not spending much time on the balcony these days. Instead, I find spots in the sun inside the house and hang out there.

And then I have to cover my face with my paw because the pupparazzi show up.

A cat never gets any peace.

**Update**

My friend Oscar had his first chemotherapy treatment yesterday. Please keep giving him and his people support through this tough time.

Still not looking

I've told you a million times, evil pupparazzi: GO AWAY and stop taking photos of me!

I have no idea

Mum says she has no idea where this photo came from, who took it, how it got on the iMac, nothing.

She didn't take it with her giant pupparazzi camera, so it must have come from the iPhone.

I worry about her memory sometimes. What if she forgets to buy me Fancy Feast???

Can't a cat have any privacy?

It's a bit embarrassing when a cat can't even walk out of the bathroom in peace!

Sunday Shenanigans

I am going to revert to my original plan of poking my tongue out at the pupparazzi and hope that it puts them off.



Wish me luck!

Sneak attack

Sometimes when I am escaping from the pupparazzi, one of their offsiders tricks me by saying "ham" or "prawn".

So I turn around:

And then I am very disappointed.

How to deal with the pupparazzi

The other day I was minding my own business lying in the garden bed, dreaming about the evil birds, when the pupparazzi showed up.


So I yelled at them and told them to go away.


Only, that didn't work, so I quietly showed them my claws and all of a sudden, no pupparazzi. I wonder why.

Friday Hissy Fit

Get away, evil pupparazzi!



A cat never gets any peace in this house. I was just changing the channel to watch Big Cat Diary, when the pupparazzi showed up. Get away from me!

By the way, did you see me on Wendy's LOL spot yesterday? Go have a look!

Outsmarting the pupparazzi

I was sitting nicely looking at the camera, then when mum pressed the button I turned my head away.



Ha!

The puppy plays...

My puppy decided that he liked the look of my parsley pot and wanted to sit in there too.



So I had the pupparazzi take his picture.

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.

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.

Actually no, I don't think I will look at the camera

There I was, sitting at the top of the stairs, minding my own business, when the pupparazzi arrived. So I refused to look directly at them. Don't ask me where Bazza was, he has done a lousy job of being my bodyguard since you all voted him in. Maybe he needs some more training?

How to stop the Pupparazzi

When the pupparazzi is following you everywhere and you never get any peace, there's one thing that makes them stop taking photos of you. Poking your tongue out at them!


Mr Mouse was on his day off so he was no help to me. The pupparazzi went away after this so it was all good.

Salvador on Saturday... and an Award

Recently I've had a few comments that pups and kitties are feeling a bit sorry for poo-face Salvador. Trust me, you don't need to worry! He may be old, but he's still grumpy and being mean to me.

This is Salvador getting some salami from dad. Notice he is completely in the air for this photo. The pupparazzi were pretty impressed with themselves for this shot. Also notice there are no photos of me getting salami, because I didn't get any.

Here he is being weird and sleeping in the corner at the top of the stairs. Now, there are several good places to sleep in our house, including the beds, so why would he sleep there???

I may not like the pupparazzi chasing me but they're not allowed to take photos of Salvador instead of me. I had to step in.

Now, because this is MY blog and not Salvador's, here's something else about me. The prettiest husky ever - the lovely Amber - gave me the Brillante Weblog Award. Thank you Ammy, I am purring with joy!

My new bodyguard

My new bodyguard has arrived! He got here during the week and has been doing bodyguard training with ASIO ever since. I think he's ready to take on the job.

I was just sitting, minding my own business, getting toasty, when the pupparazzi appeared. Oh no!

Mr Mouse appeared out of nowhere and told the pupparazzi to go away and stop bothering me.

But they didn't listen so when they tried to take another photo, Mr Mouse jumped in front of me so no-one could get another pupparazzi shot!
I think he's got a big future being my bodyguard. You know what they say: good things come in small packages.