Oh, and about me ...

Liberty

I meant to say. I'm fourteen now and I have Sidney disease, I think Wa-Wa calls it. I am very well looked after, but I wish Sidney had kept his disease to himself, whoever he is. So how did I find my forever home? Well, Wa-Wa walked into a pet shop one day, just over fourteen years ago, with another lady. They saw me and my brother (he was bad like Leo, too!), and Wa-Wa bought me, and the other lady bought my brother, and called him Winston.

Like Leo, I had a dreadful fright when Wa-Wa took me home, 'cos there were two giant tigers there. Well, they looked like giant tigers to me, because I was very tiny. There was a big black and white tiger called Noddy, who said 'hello' and then walked away.

Noddy

I didn't feel scared after that, 'cos if he had wanted to eat me, he'd have done it then. But what I didn't realize straight away, is that there was a huge orange, furry tiger there too, called Tim.

Tim

Suddenly, the big orange tiger came out from behind a chair, growling, and he bashed Noddy. I was terrified. Then, he looked at me. He stalked over, sniffed me, made a 'hffffff' sound down his nose, and went back behind the chair. I was even more scared when I heard Wa-Wa say to someone she was too scared to leave me alone with him. But Tiger Tim decided he liked me, so I was safe. He just didn't like Noddy.

Sadly, both Noddy and Tim tippy-toed over the bridge to kitty-cat heaven a long time ago. And now, I'm stuck with the blue meanie. Ugh. It's a cat's life.

It's a cat's life

Leo 's been naughty again. He woke our humane bean and me up, demanding to be let out. Then, just as we were snuggling up to go to sleep again, he came home, squawking on the roof outside the window. He ran in, ate some food and jumped straight on the bed with wet fur and muddy paws. He's bad. And he's a murderifier. Look:



This is a poor little birdie that he murderified a couple of weeks ago. Wa-Wa, our humane bean, tried to save it, but it was too late. The poor little thing was deadified. I think Wa-Wa called it a goldcrest. I never murderifies birdies. I watch them and do the yowlie, clacky-chops thing at them, but I never touch 'em. I only murderifies flies, spiders and daddy long legses. They deserve it. Anyway, Leo wants to use the computer now, and he says he'll bite me 'til I scream if I don't log off. Bye-byes...