Snow Business like Snow Business

Well, it appears that despite all the threats from the weather reports there is no snow in Epsom.

Hooray! No cold feet and a pleasant sojourn outside to the loo!

I can now concentrate all my energies on conning Blob and the other Blob into dishing out double portions of breakfast and supper. Although perhaps conning is not a good word - I think I prefer to use the words manipulating those with opposable thumbs into exceeding the needs of one without.

Blob said that I must mention the book she is reading at the moment - 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time". It's brilliant and she recommends everyone she knows to read it.

You can buy it for less than a fiver by following this link to Amazon. Curious Incident.

I am now going upstairs now to curl up in the duvet and ponder on the curious case of the missing mother. I think better when I'm asleep!

Bob

It's a Mystery to me!

I overheard Blob talking to her Sister the other day and apparently they have lost their mother.

Not lost as in 'died' but lost as in 'no idea where she is'!

According to Aunt Mary Blob, she has finally completed her sale and purchase of property and has moved to Cornwall. (For those of you that don't know, Cornwall is miles and miles away to the South West. I know this because i can use the internet!)

She has apparently successfully moved, but no contact has been made as to her well being and whereabouts.

Apparently the blobs were expecting a note or a phone call saying that all was well and notifying them of her new address but this hasn't happened. They were also concerned that should their mother get ill, they would be unable to drop everything and get there, but seeing as they have no idea where 'there' is they won't have to worry about that.

That's one of the reasons I live here with Blob - she's not the most attentive of blobs, but if i get sick, she can nurse me back to health at no inconvenience to her.

I am such a considerate cat and shall continue to mastermind the search for Blob's mother from my vantage point in between fire and sofa.

Bob

The snow has gone and Being Human is back on the box.

No more snow and that's a good thing but I am still lying motionless in front of the fire roasting my belly.

Blob buggered off last week to Coventry - we spent two blissful weeks together, cozy and warm in front of the fire - and then off she trots and i dont see her for days.

I yet again threw up everywhere in protest but she still didn't return until last Wednesday. She then went back to work on the Thursday so I am now feeling totally neglected.

Such is the life of an unloved and neglected little cat.

Even though she was back home for the weekend, she spent most of it trying to find a cheap quote for car insurance and getting excited about Being Human having a second series.

I have also watched this BBC drama and am at a loss as to its popularity.

Briefly, the story encompasses the lives or indeed deaths of three supernatural beings that live in a house together whilst trying their best to 'be human' hence the title.

A vampire, a werewolf and a ghost living together is quite absurd and i can only stare at blob in disbelief as she settles down to watch it. I have an inkling that Blob believes that the existence of such supernatural creatures is quite feasible and she is quite oblivious to the fact that i scratch and bite her on a daily basis and she has not yet turned into a werebob on a full moon.

There's no accounting for folks as they say, and there's sure as hell no accounting for Blob.

At least she lives in the real world long enough to feed me and the sushi on a daily basis and for that I am thankful.

Bob

Snowly does it!

Today I actually went outside. It took a lot of staring out of the window and a lot of concentrated thinking about going out. Finally it took a squirrel making faces at me from the other side of the window. I shouted, Blob opened the door - and Bob's your uncle (well actually Bob is the cat but never mind that.) I went out. I didn't actually catch the squirrel, but I was half way up the fence by the time I realised that I had waded through white stuff to get there.

Blob thinks that I need further encouragement so she showed me this cartoon about another cat who lives with a pink blob called Simon.

http://www.simonscat.com/snowbusiness.html

I cant't say that I was overly impressed, but Blob laughs a lot when she sees it. There are other cartoons on the Simons Cat website - and Blob chortles to herself when she watches them. Apparently she sees some similarity between me and Simons Cat. I can't say I've seen any common factors but she is entitled to her opinion.

I am now drying my paws in front of the Woodburner and my tummy is full.

Life is good.

Bob

I Love Blob

Its cold outside, there's white stuff everywhere and the sky is threatening more. During particularly bad weather such as this, i choose not to go to the loo outside, but i respect Blob's wishes for me not to use the pot plants (actually i dont respect her wishes at all but she gets physical when i try!). So i try to hold it. Have you ever tried to hold it? Its so uncomfortable its not true, and three days in, I was still holding it.

Thankfully, Blob has a heart - and she came back today having driven madly around Epsom and Kingston in her 4x4 just because she could, with a big bag of cat litter.

Oh bliss - you can have no idea how good it feels. And when i had at last finished three huge wees and a substantial amount of the other Blob realised how much effort I had put in over the last few days and suddenly, nothing is too much trouble - i have been fed by the fire, given boundless cuddles, not told off when i try to get into the suzhi tank, and even brushed (but we don't tell anyone that i enjoy that!).

So things don't get much better than they are at the moment! Blob loves me and I love Blob.

Deep purry purrs

Bob

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Resolutions

Apparently we are making resolutions today. Well, Blob may well be making resolutions but i have been roasting my extremeties in front of the wood burner.

Im not sure how you make a resolution - it appears that its not like making a cake because she didn't go into the kitchen and swear a lot. Its not like making the bed because she doesn't do that. It could be like making a mess because she does that extremely well, but she doesn't limit mess making to once a year.

Apparently they are made metaphorically. So there is nothing to show after you have made them, but they are made just the same.

So here goes with Blobs metaphorical resolutions:

1. Lose weight.
2. Host a dinner party every two months (cant see that one helping with the weight loss - but these are Blobs resolutions and who am I to interfere.)
3. Go visit friends more than just at Christmas.
4. Be tidier (yeah right that's going to happen!)

And because I don't want to be left out, here are mine:

1. Eat more
2. Dine only on lightly poached salmon and grilled chicken.
3. Attend all of Blobs dinner parties.
4. Trip up the other Blob at the top of the stairs.
5. Sleep longer
6. Fight more
7. Get more of the duvet
8. Leave Blob more presents (as and when i get more of the duvet)
9. And finally, Eat more.

So that's resolutions made for 2010.

Bob

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All Forgiven and a Happy New Year!!

I may have perhaps been a little hasty in my judgement of Blob. It is cold outside, and Blob and I are snuggled up together on the sofa watching Casualty. The WoodBurner is blazing and Blob is so hot, she took her trousers off.

I was lonely on Christmas night, but thats not nearly as bad as travelling for an hour to get to London to meet a man who turns out to be a) married, and b) a part time magician and he started to do magic tricks half way through the evening. She wasnt sure what she was more cross about; the wedding ring and the wife in Bournemouth to whom he goes home every weekend, or magic tricks which she hates with a passion.

She spotted a purple chaise longue in a furniture shop the other day and now drives past every day to see if the price has been slashed. Its dropped by £110 already and needs to drop another £120 before she buys it. So fingers crossed - I could do with something else to claw.

So back to Casualty and roasty snuggles til bed time!

Bob

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