Welcome to the Brat Pack
Goodness. It's almost been an entire year since we first stole Sally's computer to make ourselves this website. Doesn't time fly when you're having fun. Well, our humans seem happier having finally got rid of the scent-equivalent of the previous owners in part of the house. (They "decorate" instead of scenting. Funny lot.) We can settle back after a few weeks of mess and bother, and we're going to use that chance to update this properly. We still need to get a good pictur of Tyler to add... After this long I guess he is here to stay. You can't win them all...
We've been busy kitties since May, trying our best to feed our humans. We've tried live baby mice, tits (dead), four mice at once on the patio outside (they were looking particularly hungry) yet still they turn their noses up. The live one they even tried to catch to put outside, but fortunately for us it ran behind a bookcase instead. Morag and Diefan were on guard duty almost all night before it finally made a hungry bid for freedom. Diefan tried the direct approach this morning, and brought Sally a fresh 'un. (I think it was a blue tit, but it might have been a great tit. They all look the same to me.) He took it into the bedroom and when she didn't take it, he tried showing her what to do. He even threw in a few of his classic mousing techniques in an effort to teach her how to hunt for herself. Can you believe she wrapped it up in some paper and threw it in the bin?!? Mrowf! A waste of perfectly good food...
I think it may be related, as it's where the noise was, but whatever they were doing, we now have curtains. I guess that's a good thing...
Ohhhhhh, nice. My huamns love me so much. They bought me new squishy warm cushions and put them in my favourite chair. Ohhh, bliss!
I do believe they've finally calmed down, and my hammock is safe. At last! Everything is back where it should be and nobody has moved me or my hammock for at least a day. Hooray! I have so much sleeping to catch up on...
Hmm, Tim took a crowbar to the wall where the catflap used to be and isn't any more, and pulled of a load of wood. Think they called it the door frame. Anyway, there's a lot of mess, and there was a lot of noise, but now there's a slightly bigger hole and a lot of spiders. Scuse us, we're on duty...
Oh my goodness, we shouldn't leave our humans alone for five minutes! They're pulling the house apart! Help!
The living room is lovely - it has swirly patterns on the wall and the fire's on and everything looks bright and clean. Sally looks pretty tired though, she's been waving a big heavy brush at the walls and changing their colour all day. Tyler sniffed a bit too hard and stuck his nose in it though. He's rather stoopid at times.
Well, the walls in the back room look so different now Tim pulled all that stuff off and smoothed them down. Not as good for clawing by any means, but that bubbly stuff is still on other walls, so I shan't complain. Tyler's thoroughly put out, though - they've moved his hammock off the radiator! The walls are very white - the room is almost too bright to sleep! Apparently I'm quite lucky not to have a white nose (it's pink!) and Sally said something about getting paint in my fur if I wasn't careful, but then she started scritching me so we snuggled and I completely forgot to listen to what she was saying. Oh well! Anyway, the paint-smell has gone for the day!
I haven't known what to do with myself all day, they're pulling out the transparent solid window things at the back of our house, and putting in new ones. Don't know why, odd (but lovable) creatures, humans. But they're pulling all this weird stuff of the wall (which, incidentally, doesn't taste very nice at all), and they're making a lot of noise, and it seems full of people I don't know and I haven't had anywhere to sleep in peace and Morag wouldn't play so I tried to beat her up and then I chased up and down the stairs to try and find somewhere quiet and then TimpickedmeupandmademeSTOP! *pant*pant* *twitch* *pant*pant*
Sorry, I got a little carried away there. Ahem. Never usually happens. [Yeah, right. And I'm a monkey's uncle. -Doom] Anyway, Tim has been putting stuff on the floor in the food-place, it's all sticky and I get it on my paws. I'm off to my hammock for a snooze.
Tim pulled up the floor covering in the kitchen today. He's an odd one at times, my human. [Paws off! He's mine! -Doom] Anyway, he and Nicolai pulled the whole floor up like one big sheet, and they've been scraping bits of stuff off it ever since. It's not much fun to play wht, though, it gets caught in your fur and it tastes really bad. They've been laying out strips of stuff which look like wood, but they're sticky. Think that's going on the floor instead?
Oh, I didn't mention that these two huge bean bag chairs appeared. They are so comfortable. I've claimed the smaller one for my own, thoguh I let Sally share it sometimes. Mmmm, night-night!
What has the Mograt missed out about the summer? Hmm. Caught stuff... ate... slept... ate more... a couple of times the house was filled with lots of loud strange people... That's pretty much it. Life has settled down a lot, Tyler and Diefan and I have settled into a routine of each bugging hte others for dominance. Tyler chases Morag round the house (and vice-versa) when he's otherwise occupied. Morag taunts him shamelessly - he bats and she claws him. He'll never learn... Gizmo just slept. And got abscesses. Very smelly ones. Well, at least it wasn't me who kept visiting the V-E-T!
We're woefully behind in keeping this up to date. Well, what's been happening...
Tyler has now disappeared a further 3 times. First, he got lost and was brought back the same day. Then Sally was phoned by someone on the main road (silly boy, even I know that that big road is dangerous) and she brought him back in her car. They said he was starving and ate two whole cans of tuna. Fat git. Then the third time, he wasn't back. He was missing for over 4 weeks. Sally was desperate, I missed him tremedously, Doom was gloating, and Dief and Gizz didn't seem to care one way or the other, except that the house was quieter. Then she had a phone call from the V-E-T and they said he had been brought in, and would she collect him? Served him right - he had to come home in a tiny box which he could barely fit in! The ungrateful swine had gone exploring and walked along the railway bridge over the river, ended up in a place called Fen Ditton. Apparently the grass is still the same colour, only there's rather more of it, there are giant black and white beasts which sort of ... moo. There's also a terrifying metal beast that uses that bridge every 20 minutes which frightened the life out of Tyler while he was passing. Serves him right for running off, I say! Anyway, the greedy little swine now just scrounges from other people in houses nearby. He's got quite a schedule...
~MoragEven earlier happenings.