Me relaxing

Here I am relaxing with Reena in front of the fire on Friday night ..I love weekends I can demand a lot more attention …………

Lizzy on Sunday

Hi Lizzy here

Ok I realise this is a bit irreverent but I’ve discovered that Bobs cross makes a good chin scratching post, I can always say I’m visiting the grave .

Chris , Reena and I would like to thank Riley and Tiki (great site by the way ) , Riker, The Ashton Family, Trevor , Shelby and Crystal for the comforting notes they left on my blog (Note how I’m calling it MY blog , Chris always says I was a bit shallower than Bob !!! ) .

I’m going to do my best to keep up the tradition of blogging my weirder moments although I should warn you now that extending on from the Ocilympics I’ve developed “Power Sleeping” to an art form .

Lizzy

Bobs last adventure by Lizzy

Hi Lizzy here , I guess Bobs loyal followers will have noticed a rather long gap in my sisters blog posting , this has been due to my needing to learn to type.

Unfortunately Bob ever the one to push the boundaries as an ace stunt cat used up the last of her nine lives five weeks ago more than a kilometre from home in a spectacular attempt to break the bottom of the big valley to home speed record . This trek involved crossing a large paddock with fifty four Alpacas , a paddock with geese and ducks, followed by a road and 200 meters of mushy swamp. I don’t think I need to say which part of this journey proved the most hazardous and ultimately fatal .
After Chris found her we put her in the pet cemetery under our Red Oak tree with the other rather more long lived furry family members , Kate the Dog (15), Doris (16), Ethel (18) , Randell (19) and a couple of fish that didn’t make it when we rebuilt the fish pond.

We were all pretty crushed at the time but we are feeling better now.

Me paying my respects to my sister Bob lying next to Kate the dog (under the rocks)

New friends arrive

Look, Chris has got us some new friends to play with .

Bob hides out in the boot (of the car)

Hi Bob here .

Last night I was helping Chris tidy the garage and after a while , well at least ten minutes, I was so tired that I just needed a bit of a sleep so I climbed into the boot of the car and just nodded off.

Next thing , I wake up feeling a bit peckish and it’s strangely dark and YIKES I’m trapped in boot prison.

I thought , Chris will rescue me (he always does), so I just settled in for the night !

Next thing I know I’m being bounced all over the place and I can hear the radio blaring with the morning news and I start thinking “where am I” and “is this a new way of going to see the vet ?” .

Well after about 15 minutes of asking nicely I decided to bring out the big artillery and let out a really load howl .

The car came to a halt, the back of the seat was let down and hurrah daylight, but not freedom .

I then have to endure more as we head home , I have a lot to say on the way I can tell you , not least of which is I could REALLY do with having a pee sooooooon (legs crossed) , I also get to put fur all over Chris's nice black work pants (whoops) .

Chris even took me inside and gave me some new food and water, what a guy .

That would be my biggest car ride ever , beat that Lizzy.

I know someone is going away

Ok I know I can fit in Reena's bag , now its just a matter of when to sneak in and will she notice my petite (5.34kg) self ?

Here we are after 8 straight hours transferring our dirt, grit and passengers to the finest of Egyptian cotton linen …..weeeeeeeeeee hharrrrrrrrrrrrrr

We turn three but I get the candles....

Look what Chris made for me !

But can I get it without cooking my ears ?

Found napping in the spare room

Look , we were trying to be discrete, so is sleeping 18 hours a day a crime ...........

Bob and Lizzy relax

Chris says we have been overdoing the sleep lately

(pictures taken over different days ) but hey its the summer holidays
and a cat needs rest for those nocturnal rodent expeditions .

Just stretching out for a bit of a snooze. All these fabulous Christmas pictures taken by Nicky, aged 14 move over Chris theres a new photographer on the block.
 

Of course Lizzie was feeling sleepy too �.
 

And then after Chris stopped mauling me I just needed a bit of a rest on the deck
 

Hi Bob here on Christmas Day in New Zealand .
I�d just like to wish every one a happy Christmas .
Here I am after my enormous breakfast of bacon and eggs and 2 cups of tea .
 

More on Monty by Bob

Hi Bob here , Chris says I have to get on with this story so here goes .

Monty headed west and after a few days of roughing it found somewhere rather more cozy and warm for a nice sleep. Unfortunately for Monty her luck just ran out as she had in fact snuggled up in a renovated basement that was about to be sealed up.
For seven days Monty was trapped under the house, her night vision goggles gave out and although she had plenty to say about it and was feeling rather weak and VERY thirsty nobody came to her rescue .
Then there was some banging and daylight but Monty was too weak to make a run for it and found herself locked in a garage.
Mean time the owner of the house had gone off to the supermarket to get some cat food and while there looked through the hundreds of notices and found the one left by Monty’s people two weeks earlier .
Even though it was late he called them but they found it very difficult to understand the caller because English wasn’t his first language , possibly not even his second ! But he was very insistent so they got in the car dressed in their pajamas and drove half across town; and the rest as they say is history .

Word on the street is that Monty has not been going far from home after her 17 day adventure and has hung up her night vision goggles and disguise and is getting her GPS unit serviced.

Lady Penelope Montague (at home at last !)

Wow , what can I say but cool , hey wait a minute , that looks like Lizzie as the model , am I not good looking enough ? Arh yes, I forgot I am the one with brains .

Christmas is coming yipeeeee

Hi Bob here , just had to show you the Christmas tree that Chris and Reena made us !!

More on the Monty saga by Bob Ace reporter for Cat network news

Hi Bob here reporting .

When Monty woke from what seemed but a small sleep in some shrubs but which turned out to be almost the entire day she realised that progress had not been good thus far and so despite the nagging feeling of hunger she decided to wait till the cover of darkness was available and then make a push in the direction of home.

Unfortunately Montys GPS unit was failing and instead of going north she continued to go west.

That night it wasn’t long before she found herself faced with a major obstacle, otherwise known as Great South Road with a traffic volume according to Chris who claims to know such things of 31,600 vehicles per day . Hell that’s only a vehicle every three seconds on average so there should be plenty of time for Monty to cross the six lanes .
Monty had failed her paper in “Risk Assessment” at cat danger school otherwise she would also have realised the weakness of my recent calculations.

But as luck would have it there are in fact less cars at night so with that casual air that we cats are able to display while traveling at something approaching the speed of sound Monty looked both ways (not) and then in a blur found herself safely on the other side .

The story continues by Bob

Hi Bob here for Cat Network News, humble apologies for the break in transmission , this was due to a technical fault with my web surf Chris, who says and I’m not sure I believe this , he was working on his Christmas letter… sure buddy , priorities priorities .

So Ok Monty’s in the McDuck , time to look pathetic and under-fed.
Success and so a pleasant evening was had eating burger filling , yes cheese is an acceptable cat food.
Then it was away, don the disguise, pick up the equipment and forge on with the search for home ( I know it's here somewhere) .
Meanwhile Monty’s people arrive back from their trip to the news that there has been a break-out at the cat hotel. There begins a street search , they rope in their friends , they put up posters, they visit the local vet , they put up a tiny notice in the supermarket , they visit the SPCA , the Council , but no sign .

Meanwhile Monty has crossed one of the busiest roads in the city, her cat GPS has let her down badly at this point and she’s heading west , home is actually 20km north and on the other side of a harbour ……

The amazing story of Lady Penelope Montague (Monty) by Bob , Ace reporter for Cat network News. Part 3 Hamburgers

It was here that Monty began 17 days of adventure and freedom.

With her night vision goggles still working well Monty set off north according to her built-in Cat GPS unit.

There was something vaguely familiar about this whole area even the smell of hamburgers wafting from the local McDucks .

BUT WAIT with that smell Monty realised she was hungry and stopped in her tracks and headed in the opposite direction towards the smell of burnt hamburgers , somehow the smell was irresistible.

There was suddenly a huge rumbling noise and a click , clack , click , clack ,click , click , clack and Monty remembered that she was beside the big iron pathway to lots of places and which was very easy on the paws to walk on .

Then in a jiffy she was there, cat food heaven and there were plenty of suckers (sorry customers) in the outside eating area . Monty stashed her night vision goggles and other equipment and slipped through the metal swing door neatly and unsuspectingly twirled around a customers legs .........