Football season

Keeping in shape for the English Premier League. 

Think my ball possession still needs a little work!

Aston Villa or Birmingham City, who wants to buy me?

Bella luna

Hello! Here is a picture to melt your hearts on a rainy Saturday morning.

For the past two weeks, I’ve been extraordinarily well behaved. S thinks I’ve finally gotten over my hissy fits. J thinks I probably did something really really naughty which no one has discovered yet. Which is why I’m rolling around acting all cute and stuff so that Arthur will take the blame when the misdeed finally comes to light!

Well, they just have to wait and see to find out who is right =p

On a sidenote, here is a video of me carrying my silver pompom in my mouth. S did not realise I had it in my mouth until she played it back (which explains the toilet scene because she thought I lost it in the loo).

Smackaroo

I spy something with my orange eyes.

It is furry,

It looks alive!

Look, it is there up high.

So I crane my head with all my might.

Crafty and taunting it may be,

It can never escape

It’s pancake fate!

Smack!

Football

The Reds came to town last weekend, and I wanted to show-off my own dribbling prowess. Unfortunately I was too sleepy when this video was taken.

I know this looks more like Rolling Around instead of Football, but I am usually much better than this. Really!

Any sponsors out there?

I could really do with a lifetime supply of these little wooly balls. I keep losing them around the house and I get Grumpy And Very Mean when I don’t have one to play with.

Pompom

I have 8 of these pompom balls, but they keep vanishing.

This is my face when I can’t find them:

p/s. I know you can see my Patch in these photos. But I’m okay with it now because in spite of it, a Boy Cat will still climb through bushes and trees (he had twigs and leaves stuck in his coat) just to sit at my window and gaze at me. Hehe.

Playful monster

I sleep like a human

I know there are way too many pictures of me sleeping. But really, those are the rare moments where I’m not moving faster than the camera shutter speed. Most of my awake moments are spent either being a spider-cat or galloping around the house making giddy-up sounds like uuuuurr-rooop.

This is why it is called the ‘wakwak’ game

Except nowadays, I whine more than I chatter, so it is sort of a misnomer.

Different places, same ole Arthur

This is what I was up to: