Friday, 12 March 2010

Busy doing nothing, sleeping the whole day through...

It's too cold to go outside - it's not that warm inside! Wake me up when the summer comes. Zzzz

Friday, 18 December 2009

Eliot in snowy garden


What is this stuff? It wasn't here yesterday...and it makes my paws cold...but I LOVE IT!!! MEOW!!
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Wednesday, 7 October 2009

Times are a changin'




What's going on? It's starting to get cold outside and it's getting dark sooner - it's been raining so much today that I haven't been able to go outside for more than 2 min at a time. So I've decided to take cover under this blanket.

Yesterday I made friends with the two rabbits that live next door, I think they are a bit shy but I think that if I chase them a bit more they will come around.

Sunday, 2 August 2009

Snail Hunter

Christine was making jokes about training me to hunt snails - well I showed her. Yesterday I caught three snails, one at a time and put them in her shoes under the dining room table. Ha!

Monday, 29 June 2009

Sunday, 28 June 2009

The great escape

I've been playing in next doors garden today. I climbed out of the dining room window and onto the wall that runs between the two houses. then I jumped into next doors' garden. I stood in their flower pots, ran around their patio and played in their pebbled area. And the best thing of all is that Christine and Paul could only watch from a distance hoping I came back.
Ha ha! No one can stop me now!

I eventually had to go back home to use my litter tray - not sure why I got wrong for this...

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

My name is Eliot. TS Eliot

We all went to the vets today. The woman in the white coat said I was a cute one. She looked at my teeth and then lifted up my tail told me that I was a boy, then she stabbed me in the neck. Yow! Actually, I wasn't that bothered.
She told Christine that she thought I was going to grow quite big because I've got big joints. I'm going to have to grow big if I'm going to get my garden back from the neighbours cat.
Apparently Christine has to worm me this week. Not sure what that is but it sounds like she is going to bury me in the garden.