Happy new year BLOGGERZ!!!

Wow!

I've been so preoccupied with Facebook that my relationship with this lovely pussy page has soooo been neglected.

Well, one of my many new year's resolutions (of which there are many, all about me) is to ensure that I blog more often. Because, it's probably the most selfless thing in my life that I do.

HA!

So getting in last night from a FOUL 30 plus hour long haul flight from Melbourne, Aust-twaiw-ia, I find myself awake at 3.00am pondering life's little mysteries, like, how those little plastic collar stiffeners ALWAYS manage to clog up the lint filter in the washer, facebooking like crazy and downloading my favourite episodes of Jamie Summers on utorrent.

Waiting for the offie downstairs to open so i can get some bread for some toast. Either that or its leftover biriani.

Mrs Pussy has had her own adventure whilst we've been gone, but I will let her tell you all about it herself. Needless to say, she looks red carpet, Oscar gown ready!

GO MRS PTC!

ciao for now.

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What's in a name

I'm seriously considering changing the name of my blog. I think "tummy guts" really is hampening my pulling power in the fickle world of the internet.

So dear readers, Im launching the first Mrs Pussy tummcurtins contest, to find a new name.

She doesn't write anymore anyway, she's way too fat.

I will run this for a month. everyone who reads, must enter. The winner will get a wet tonguie.



xx

Peek a boo!

Back from Canada, and looking a bit worse for wear...

Well, daddy got back from Canada the other day. I tried to pretend that I wasn't happy that he was back, but he saw through that right away. I believe that there was much shenanigans in Montreal, so no doubt there will be stories coming thick and fast. I think dad is going to hijack my blog and bore cyberspace... look out...


For a really funny read, check out this blog:

http://www.wibsite.com/wiblog/dull/

Well, its very hot in London, and I'm swealtering. Can you believe there is no airconditioning and little to no refrigeration. Daddy is very hot, and cant even keep his diet cherry coke cool. Daddy often complains about having a headache but it might be because of the warm beer. But it also might be about the 10 hundred million people all trying to catch the tube at once.

Auntie Chantal said I was a whinger and I sould be more appreciative of my opportunity to experience new cultures and lifestyles. Well I am settled in now, and even venturing out side in the night time to play with the squirrels.

Daddy's are off to Canada on Monday. Auntie Fiona will look after me and keep me fed and watered whilst those two dirty skanks get up to no good at the games.

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Dreaming of the Queen

Well after a trip to Windsor to visit the monarch, I was very tired. I have to sleep alot you see, except when dad is sleeping, then its play time and jump on heads time.

See dad and dad at the castle visiting the queen. I mean really. Is that what they brought me here for?

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well, its been a few weeks since ive purred. Life has been pretty hectic since Dad popped me on an airoplane and shipped me off to London. I mean, really, did I have to come too?

Im now living in sunny London, and there are squirrels and butterflies and all sorts of beetles to play with. Daddy is giving me lots of attention and feeding me lots too. So the tummycurtins are getting more like drapes right now....

But Im back to my old antics. I especially like it that it gets light at 4.00am, so thats when I get up and start getting my revenge on Dad.....heheh no sleep for him!