Happy 'birthday' Malo

We got Malo just after 5th November and the vet told us he was just a year old - so we decided the easiest date to remember his birthday on would be November 5th (for obvious reasons). Anyway, we have remembered, remembered and will be wishing Malo all the best for his third 'birthday' - not that he will be overly impressed in any way.

In the meantime, I am glad to say that the fireworks have been a lot less evident this year. Usually we have them every evening from before Halloween, but last night was the first that we heard any, and it seemed to be a properly organised affair with a start time and end time - lasting about 20 minutes. Both mine were tucked up indoors and did not seem to be able to hear them as they were quite far away too.

Wishing everyone a quiet evening, or at least one without trauma to your furbabies.

Joanne

HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY MALO


Glad to say the fireworks here haven't been bad either this year, now having said that they will be out in abundance from now on.

Happy Birthday Malo with lots of treats for you

Ian

We had fish and chips - which ended up being just batter and chips - malo had the fish (once I ensured there were no bones). Malo has also had a great game of chase the little tin foil ball (screwed up chocolate wrapper) his favourite game - although I think he may have overdone things because he now has hiccups.

Joanne

Had to laugh at the fish and chips minus the fish, I've been there, Sam was a glutton where fish was concerned, so he ended up with most of it. But as it is Malo's birthday, we'll have to let him off.

This is an old story, re fish and Black Tom, but still worth repeating for those who haven't heard it yet.

I got back from the pub one night with a fish'n'chip supper, sat down and as usual BT sat as close as possible while I ate. I took my eyes off the plate for a split second, but it was long enough for him to sink his claws into the fish and drag it off the plate onto the floor. He ate like a king while I had to make do with greasy chips

Ian

Our stolen fish story is about a dog rather than a cat. When we lived in France we had dogs instead of cats, and the one who was with us for the duration was Sami, a Belgian sheepdog. When we first moved into our flat there we had to 'camp' out for the first week or so, while furniture arrived or cooker was installed etc. On the first evening, we used a little camping gas stove on a stool, so we didn't have to bend down too far - but it was close enough to the ground for Sami's purposes. Cue, one very hot frying pan, with salmon pancakes cooking away one minute, and an empty frying pan the next, and Sami looking at the empty pan with as innocent a look as she could give whilst licking her chops.

Joanne

ps. Sami also got the blame when the chocolates went missing from the xmas tree - but this time it turned out to be mice who were the culprits. Ever seen cartoons where the lady of the house stands on a chair shrieking at a mouse - that was Sami! Whenever she saw a mouse she would take to higher ground and shake and whimper until we had disposed of the offending creature. Sami was definitely no cat.

Brilliant, she sounds like a real character Joanne

Ian

Black Tom sounds like a real character too - sorry I missed his antics, but glad to get little nuggets from time to time.

Joanne

Hi Joanne,

Yeah, BT was all character, I was very, very lucky to have him and Beckett

My fav story about my lot was the day Beckett came haring thro' the flap, ears pinned back and hackles raised, with *something* in his mouth. I gave chase thinking it might be a bird and finally cornered him in the dining room, his catch turned out to be nothing more than a stale bread roll God knows why he was so chuffed/protective about it, but he wasn't giving it up easily

Ian

I think said bread roll must have been well deceased before Beckett got to it - so it can't have been the thrill of the chase.

Joanne

That was only the start, once he'd got a taste for stale bread of any description there was no stopping him

Ian