Flying Cat - January 2006

Hullo! This is my first post and could very well be my last. I have spent the last hour or more watching my fpu (human variety) wrestling witlessly with 'settings' in order that I might communicate with The World. So, at last - Hullo World! If only she had two or more braincells to rub together, there would be an image of my very handsome self somewhere, but at the moment this is filling something called 'desktop.' It doesn't seem to be going anywhere useful.
In the future, I may instruct her in the seasonal happenings of my favourite garden and all the little wee creatures which I do so love. Meantime I must persuade her to open a tin of something before complete mental exhaustion takes over.
A cat must eat.
Is Ming the Merciless still out there?
Flying Cat

Yesterday, being sunny and only slightly breezy, was Good Hunting Weather. There is nothing so satisfying as slinking accross the road, catching a vole in the field-of-the-burn, heaving it in through the personal cat door and undoing it on the oatmeal carpet in the sittingroom. I laid out the unnecessary bits and bobs neatly for general admiration and went for a snooze. Later I heard cries of joy from the fpu as she contemplated the artistic bloody marks on the carpet - reckon I could nobble the Turner Prize nae bother at all. One must do one's best to keep the bipeds entertained and occupied. Poor things. Sadly, today is really uncat weather, sleeting, blowing and crepuscular, so probably not worth going out a-hunting. Sigh. Time for a snooze,
Flying Cat.

Being light and fleet of foot, I have been patrolling in the Garden of Delights this morning. The fpu, however, being neither, is sitting in the house moaning at the general sogginess of the ground which she feels could do with a good dig. I have no problem with digging and do it regularly, sometimes causing her to cry out with joy as she finds one of my 'little messages'. One does ones best to please. Lots of short pointy green things are pushing through (Ming, where are you my fellow feline?) which, I have come to realise, are a Good Thing: however, they are surrounded by many many other green things which are Decidedly Not, hence the desire to be out digging. If only the bipeds were less leaden on their (only) two feet, poor things. Meanwhile, I must be out and about pouncing on small things in the undergrowth. The ponds are worth keeping an eye on this time of year - you never know when the ribit-ribits might return, and it's only a short window of opportunity, one must remain vigilant and alert. Be a lert, the nation needs more.......... Or as wee Johnny Howard has it, 'Be alert but not alarmed.'