Chug moved away the other day. Much as he was a pesky little canine critter, I think I'll miss poking fun at him through the window.
Ah well, life goes on. There are still Fluffy and Zimmy to laugh at as the cars in the driveway play chicken!
Showing posts with label Chug. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chug. Show all posts
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Thursday, 28 May 2009
Canine alert
Well, that's just great. Brilliant even. I've barely gotten over my pee problems and now I have to deal with Jeddah. He's here. In my house. For 10 days. 10 DAYS!
He came prancing in this evening all hoity toity, having just put poor little Chug next door in his place (never did I think to feel sorry for Chug!) and has made himself quite at home. He's got pride of position with Ellen on the sofa, snoring contentedly, and unless I want him to eat all my food, I have to get fed on the kitchen table.
I was so revolted by his presence that I spewed up all my food. I'm really not sure how I'm going to survive this week.
He came prancing in this evening all hoity toity, having just put poor little Chug next door in his place (never did I think to feel sorry for Chug!) and has made himself quite at home. He's got pride of position with Ellen on the sofa, snoring contentedly, and unless I want him to eat all my food, I have to get fed on the kitchen table.
I was so revolted by his presence that I spewed up all my food. I'm really not sure how I'm going to survive this week.
Monday, 4 May 2009
A few things:
1. I am back on a diet and NOT loving it. Gross, yuck, hungry! All the time! Diets suck.
2. My eye (the one that changed colour) has a ridge in it. Ellen thinks they're going to rip it out. I have to go see the eye specialist again.
3. I think Ellen likes Chug the pesky dog next door better than me. Every night recently, she's gone to say hello to him, before she says hello to me. Before she even comes inside! He goes all yappy and licky and makes her feel special. She should know it's just a con. Dogs are pathetic.
2. My eye (the one that changed colour) has a ridge in it. Ellen thinks they're going to rip it out. I have to go see the eye specialist again.
3. I think Ellen likes Chug the pesky dog next door better than me. Every night recently, she's gone to say hello to him, before she says hello to me. Before she even comes inside! He goes all yappy and licky and makes her feel special. She should know it's just a con. Dogs are pathetic.
Monday, 26 January 2009
Crotchety neighbours
I'm not sure whether I should be amused or annoyed -- but I think I'm amused.
Ellen got an earful from some of the neighbours today -- not the nice friendly ones, but the crotchety elderly couple in unit 3. They accused me of defecating in their garden and making it all smelly so they can't open their window.
I mean, REALLY!
The only time I ever go out into the driveway is when Ellen lets me. She tried to explain that I only ever use the back garden (right under Ellen's window, in fact, and I've never heard her complain), but they wouldn't believe her.
Then they said they'd SEEN me. What liars! And then it turned out that they'd 'seen' me at 1am and Ellen was able to smugly tell them that I'm always locked in overnight (except for when she's away and leaves the cat door open, but she didn't mention that).
It all started getting quite nasty, with the little old woman moaning about how they were surrounded by cats on all sides (and this is in fact true, although why they had to pick on me when there are two other cats that practically live in our driveway), but then the old man started backing down and trying to be reasonable.
Who knows how it will all turn out. All I can say is that no neighbours are perfect, and it's not such a good idea to get people offside, particularly when everyone else is so chummy. Chug the spoodle next door will no doubt be the next one to incur their wrath. I saw him in their garden this afternoon . . . he'd better watch out!
Ellen got an earful from some of the neighbours today -- not the nice friendly ones, but the crotchety elderly couple in unit 3. They accused me of defecating in their garden and making it all smelly so they can't open their window.
I mean, REALLY!
The only time I ever go out into the driveway is when Ellen lets me. She tried to explain that I only ever use the back garden (right under Ellen's window, in fact, and I've never heard her complain), but they wouldn't believe her.
Then they said they'd SEEN me. What liars! And then it turned out that they'd 'seen' me at 1am and Ellen was able to smugly tell them that I'm always locked in overnight (except for when she's away and leaves the cat door open, but she didn't mention that).
It all started getting quite nasty, with the little old woman moaning about how they were surrounded by cats on all sides (and this is in fact true, although why they had to pick on me when there are two other cats that practically live in our driveway), but then the old man started backing down and trying to be reasonable.
Who knows how it will all turn out. All I can say is that no neighbours are perfect, and it's not such a good idea to get people offside, particularly when everyone else is so chummy. Chug the spoodle next door will no doubt be the next one to incur their wrath. I saw him in their garden this afternoon . . . he'd better watch out!
Tuesday, 20 January 2009
Chug the Spoodle
ALERT! A canine has moved in next door!
Ellen, the traitor, was spotted actually cuddling said canine pup, which is that strange breed known as a Spoodle. I mean, really. Spoodle? No self-respecting feline would ever be known by such a ridiculous label.
Ellen seems to think 'Chug' is rather adorable. She came up to the front door, cradling the cretin in her arms and told me (on the other side of the fly wire screen) that we were going to be fabulous friends.
As if. AS IF! Friends with a dog? Me? And what a floppy, teeny weeny ragdoll-like pup it is.
Chug. Hmmm. Chug the Spoodle. (Snigger)
Ellen, the traitor, was spotted actually cuddling said canine pup, which is that strange breed known as a Spoodle. I mean, really. Spoodle? No self-respecting feline would ever be known by such a ridiculous label.
Ellen seems to think 'Chug' is rather adorable. She came up to the front door, cradling the cretin in her arms and told me (on the other side of the fly wire screen) that we were going to be fabulous friends.
As if. AS IF! Friends with a dog? Me? And what a floppy, teeny weeny ragdoll-like pup it is.
Chug. Hmmm. Chug the Spoodle. (Snigger)
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