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alicephilippa: (Tabbi)
Saturday, January 14th, 2012 06:46 am
Dear Jenny Cat and Tabbi Kat,

At 6am my chest is not a cat superhighway, indeed it's not a superhighway at any time. I would like to know how you always manage to put a back foot exactly in the wrong place (for me at least) that which causes maximum discomfort.

Breakfast is not for another hour, at 7am at the earliest, as you well know. At that time I'll always (not necessarily happily) get up to feed you fuzzballs.

Your, flat chested,

alicephilippa: (Tabbi)
Monday, January 9th, 2012 08:58 am
Dear Tabbi Kat,

I know I was a little slow in doing your breakfast this morning, but I did have to do the litter tray first. It was not a quick job as most of the litter was scattered across the kitchen floor.

When I did get to doing your breakfast trying to sneak up and start eating it as I was emptying the gooshy fud into your bowl doesn't make things quicker as you only shove your head in the way. It's also not a good plan to flail and knock a cake tin off the top of the stove when I pick you up to put you on the floor. That caused both Jenny Cat and you to run out of the kitchen as if all the hounds of hell were after you. On the plus side it did mean that I got you breakfasts made without further interruption. The down side is, is that I have a parallel row of scratches across my back, I assume from you claws as you used me as your launchpad.

Your, striated,


Dear TK and JC,

I'm not sure who was digging to Australia last night, but leaving more litter on the kitchen floor than in the litter tray is not funny. I have my suspicions, JC, as to who it was.

Your, pebble dashed,


Dear JC,

You've just had your breakfast, so there was no need to come and steal porage out of my bowl whilst I was still eating.

Your, hungry,

alicephilippa: (Tabbi)
Wednesday, January 4th, 2012 09:20 am
Dear Tabbi Kat,

After the performance of getting enough room in my own bed so I could sleep on my nice comfy memory foam I mistakenly thought I would be allowed to sleep. How wrong I was, after playing hunt the feet for a while and then both of us settling down, as I was lying on my side you then had to walk up my side perch on my shoulder and purr loudly in my ear just as I was drifting off to sleep. Once you 'd made sure I was awake you then wandered off and attacked my toes again.

Was this a scheme to get me out of my bed so you had sole possession of the side Jenny Cat does not sleep on? If so it didn't work. Jenny Cat meanwhile slept through your antics.

Can we not have the same performance tonight?

Your, raggy toed,

alicephilippa: (face palm)
Wednesday, January 4th, 2012 12:43 am
Dear Tabbi Kat and Jenny Cat,

Earlier today I changed the bedding. This is a regular occurrence and you should be used to it by now. So why was it that initially you refused to go near the bed.

Now though I would like enough space to actually sleep in my own bed tonight.

Your, cold and sleeping on the floor,

alicephilippa: (Jenny Cat)
Tuesday, December 27th, 2011 01:37 am
Jenny Cat who's bagged herself:

Piccie! )

I'm gradually putting piccies on their galleries as I work though my photographic backlog.
alicephilippa: (Tabbi)
Wednesday, December 21st, 2011 09:34 am
The best place to walk when I'm putting a mug of coffee down is obviously across the coffee table. That is if you like being hit on the head with a coffee mug.

I suppose it was bad of me not to be looking when I went to put my mug down and yes, I'll look in future. Not least because I prefer my coffee inside me and not on the outside of you.

Your, coffeeless,


P.S., fortunately the coffee wasn't particularly hot, but still…