Meet Coco and Holly

Morning everypawdy I'd like you to meet Coco and Holly who are currently being fostered by my good friend Miss Jill of Christmas Pie Crafts blog for Woking Cats Protection in the UK. 

These two pretty young ladies are looking for forever homes, they are only eight months old but have been in rescue since they were tiny, so I offered to do a shout out for them as I think that is very sad. Sorry the picture is taken through window, but as you know I'm a naughty pup and chase kitties.

To see more pictures of them and details about how to adopt them or any other kitties click on Coco or Holly.

Paws crossed they will find their forever homes soon.

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Rest, Rest and More Rest

Ever since my foot got infected I's had to stay at home with Himself, no walks or rough-house games allowed. How unfair is that?

Gosh I's been one very bored pup!!!

Guess I'll just lay here then * bored sigh*

Hoomum played lots of fun mind games with treats, and I have learnt all sorts of new tricks, like finding my biscuit under a cup *easy peasy* and searching the house for various items *not always so easy* but it's not the same as getting out and about, catching up with everypawdy.

After a couple of days of my forced imprisonment, Stalker Cat decided to start tormenting me by walking along the top of my fence! *my fence NOT his* so when I rushed out to give him a piece of my mind, I got in trouble for running! 

The whole time he just sat there laughing at me, and I's thinking "One day soon boyo, I'm gonna knock you off my fence, you won't be laughing then, will you? *muffled giggles behind paws*

As the days wore on, I had to find my own fun. One day Himself had to go out, and I found hoomum had left some lovely rolls of soft tissue on the bed in my room *yep I has my own room with a hooman bed in it*. They were just sitting there, asking to be played with, so of course I had to oblige, cos it would have been rude not too. So I set about doing my very own unique style of interior design.

By the time I had finished, the whole of my room and landing looked like there had been a snowstorm, but of course it wasn't as cold, and the place looked like a Wonderful Winter Wonderland.

 When hoomum got home, I crept downstairs to meet her, and somehow she knew I'd been up too something, *thinking* how does she do it, she always knows?

But I don't think she was overly impressed with my efforts, as she got the loud sucky monster out of his cupboard, and let him eat it all up. I hate him, he always eats the bits on the floor, and I think he even steals any tasty morsels I may have missed after one of my regular bin raids.

Who me? I've been nowhere near the bin!

Thankfully my enforced imprisonment is now over, and I's back out and about again, and taking it very gently *yeah right* BOL

Ambushed

There I was sniffing in a bush minding my own business.

 When all of a sudden that hissing, spitting Stalker Cat launched its self at me and scratched my nose drawing blood! 

I never done nothing to it!

 But I tried chasing it down the road, in case it hurt my mummy *that scared it for sure*

Shame I was on my lead, or I would have chased it a lot further!

Why oh why do pussy cats have to be soooo nasty to me?

 I likes them, but they never has the manners to find out, they just attacks me *sob*

But I likes the chewie mummy gives me to make up for the nasty experience.

  I would prefur it if they was liked us doggies, and said hello first before deciding they don't like me..

So please, all my pussy cat friends that know me, can you please pass the message on.

 I'm not a bad pup unless you attack me first!!!

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