Happy Christmas from Lizzy

So help me Chris , one more photo and I'm going to shred this tinsell.....

Christmas , I can see it coming........

my weekend

Hello Lizzy here , the occasional blog poster.

Here is my shot of what I did to the bed as a fathers day present for chris,
he didn't get the artisty and called me a "hairy plonker",
I said "philistine" and ran for the hills

Here is me hiding in the garden, note well

practiced sad look - gets him every time -

hand over the cat food and all will be forgiven.

MMMmmmmmm so much better than from my bowl

I eat sticks therefore I am...........

Lizzy's Christmas message and Chris messin with my head

Mice "one" cats "nil"

I don't know what that mouse was
thinking , OK I run up the leaf and hide , yes good plan ...not
Shortly before the "drop the camera
and release the mouse" moment .

Lizzy talks about the relative merits of mice over ducks in a non-PC moment

Mice are a snack but there are more mice than ducks
Mice have a better meat to roughage index than ducks
Mice can be good toy
Mice do not poo all around the house like ducks
Mice are soft and warm, ducks are related to crocodiles
Mice are easier to get through a cat door than a duck

but

Mice are small and can disappear under furniture but ducks can’t hide
Mice are a snack but ducks are a banquet
Ducks are more of a challenge
Some ducks have BIG brothers but a big mice are still a snack
Did I mention that mice are a snack

Getting ready for the New Years celebrations

According to Chris this was me from
8.30am till 4pm.
Oh sure

Sunday morning

My exceptionally cute pose (reserved for use
after despicable acts )
Who me ?

(Would I jump all over Chris at 5am on a Sunday ? I DON'T think so.

What I did on Boxing day

This is sleeping spot number 2435b (garden, west side
for use during south westerly wind up to 40knots and mid-summer
for the time period 1.30pm to 4.30pm)

My Christmas (so far by Lizzy)

12.30 am I ask (loudly) where is my food ?
4.15am , look dad I have a mouse , look I am about to commit an uncharitable act on Christmas day
6.30 am , hey get up I need that bed

you leave it .....I steal it ..... (above and below)

Different day, same .................

6.15am I return, I eat my breakfast, I annoy people , I
take over the bed

8.10am

(what can I say ?)

6pm

the beast awakes ..........
on the prowl

3pm

12.30pm

My Christmas holidays by Lizzy, part one

hello, I see you have the camera out again Chris ,

just let me check those settings

Here I am (10am) taking a break from my extensive photo shoot,
I may need to remain this way for several hours

Warming up to christmas

This is Tana , yes ok

a dog , and yes I do get locked

in the bedroom when she visits

(otherwise I would tear her limb from limb,

just kidding but I need to maintain that illusion)

My cute photo

What real cats do with the Christmas decorations

Lizzy the infrequent blogger here.

Chris made me write this because he says compared to Bob I am a very poor blogger but I say what more important , sleeping or blogging ? No contest !

Anyway the other day I brought Chris a duck from next door so he could be entertained over breakfast. I’m not sure why I didn’t eat it but it just seemed so funny waddling around the house leaving little duck poo piles on the carpet.
Maybe I couldn’t eat it because I was laughing so much. Anyway Chris and Reena after some difficulty trapped the duck in a big cardboard box and took it next door to be reunited with its family.

That night I returned with a bunny, I haven’t found one for ages because me and Bob ate them all . However before I could dispatch it and later puke its innards all over the bathroom floor Chris grabbed it and took it outside and yelled “run bunny run” , yeah right like I won’t be able to find it later ….

Lizzy signing out from the rural smorgasbord I call home.

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 …………