Out wiv the old

The old website at cat-things.com has closed and a new site at cat-things.co.uk is being worked on just now by the staff.

It has been a long time since I writted here and things has changed at home, instead of us three cats (Danny, Stole and me) there is now seven cats. My adoptd cousins came to live here, two girls Charlie and Socks. They keep to themselves mostly and we try to avoid each other.

Last year Tinker a young boy cat adoptd us. He came to our house one day and was very hungry. We gived him food everyday and he kinda lives here now except if the weather is nice when he sleeps outside like Danny.

Another cat, Fluffy, real name Onyx, came to live here for a while last year but the staff founded out where he lived and so he is back at his proper home.

And this year a hungry kitten adptd us her name is Twinkletoes... I don't like her and she doesn't like me.

We also has two other cats that visit us most days: Speckled Jim and Long Tall Sally.

What else has happened in the last over a year? Nope can't think of anything. Oh yes Danny Mittens is a bit poorly.

I hasn't tweeted much lately cos I got older and lazier. I has a old year resolution to tweet more starting tumorrow. Never do today what you can put off till tumorrow.

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The North Face of the Birch

It woz going to be a grand ekspedishun up the north face of the birch. My claws woz freshly sharpend and the sun woz high in the sky. The offishul fotograffer woz standing by and I woz ready to go...


The first part of the climb woz the branchless trunk and I used my claws to good effekt, but I had a very tricky manoover to get past the first big branch, I held on for dear life until I regotted my balance. Then I traversied to a safer branch where I rested. The first arduous stage was over...


Now woz some easier climbing for another third of the birch, tho some of the branches woz really quite skinny and close together...


And as I woz getting ready for the final ascent I realized that it woz dinner time and I got a little wurried that I might not be able to get down. As I looked for the easiest route from the big branch my fotograffer grabbed me and putted me on the ground. Oh the indignity...

I will try for the summit again when I have more time.

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The Usual Suspects

Some birdie feathers woz founded on the grass this morning and we woz all taken in for questioning...

Stole, Danny Mittens & me (Babe Cattykins)

Who killed the birdie? Did a Birdie even get killed? They never seen a body!

It woz the usual suspects... I wozn't putting myself in the frame and Danny iz too slow and stupid to kill anything (mostly).

Stole looked as though butter wuddent melt in her mouth but she iz top on the list of suspects. Well, she sez it woz Keyser Soze. Don't know who that is - must be the grey and white stray cat that woz attacking the bag of recycling the other day. He iz a bit of a psycho - he pooed in the hallway too.

Whodunnit? We woz all outside when it happened.

Woz it Stole?
Woz it Danny?
Woz it me?

Or woz it Keyser Soze? or it could have been Kitty from nextdoor or Frankiestein... or the hawk... They all has motive but now there iz too many suspects - i'ze not very good at writing whodunnits am I?

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