Ever Wonder What Cats Get Up To When You’re Not Around?

This isn’t my cat.

We’ve seen him hanging around lately, but I don’t know his name. We call him Tabby Tabster.

Confident, yet easy going, Tabs comes through the flap, plays with my cats’ toys, eats their food and watches TV. He hasn’t pooped in their tray (yet) but it’s only a matter of time before he opens the fridge and helps himself to a beer.

Do you know this boy?

If he’s yours, maybe we could trade stories and you can tell me what my cats get up to when I’m not around.

NB. Maybe this boy is chipped?

I Don’t Know Who These Loomis Guys Are But The Sentiment’s The Same

Merry Christmas!

INTP: Myers Briggs Part Deux

Further to my previous, herewith a mildly amusing analysis of my personality type. (Favourite bit: “..a triumph only equaled by its monumental failure”.  Least favourite: the occasional spelling errors are somewhat irritating.)

Why do I have to be the white-haired beardy guy? Further information and others here.

Which type are you?

My Cat Has Gingivitis

Years ago, when my friend came back from the vet exclaiming, “Foster’s got gingivitis”, I thought she was just being a middle-class drama queen. “Like what are you supposed to do, brush her teeth?”, I snorted.

Years later, and now a cat owner myself, I noticed my Puss’s breath stank and I suspected she was missing a tooth. A trip to the vet this morning was an eye-opener. Puss had indeed lost a tooth, another was loose and her gums red-raw. The vet gave Puss a shot and a regime of antibiotics for the next 10 days.

Puss never looked or acted like she was poorly and we feed her [mostly] dry food. How could this happen?

Moral of the story? Check those gums. In the meantime, I am on the look-out for a tiny cat toothbrush for Puss and a pair of falconer’s gloves for me.

The Police Family

American (and many British) friends will not understand what the Metropolitan Police mean when they speak about “the police family”. Along with Police Constables (PC) and the higher ranks, there are Police Community Support Officers.

With the Met busy stretched to the limit foiling Islamo-terror plots along with your run of the mill murder and theft, Nu-Labour created PCSOs to “support” PCs.

Don’t get me wrong. PCSOs are great people, but they’ve got a problem. Armed with a stab-vest, torch (flashlight), ballpoint-pen and only civilian powers of arrest, PCSOs can do fuck-all squared to assist PCs when the shit hits the fan. Nevertheless, Nu-labour continue to think they are a brilliant idea as they “build better relations with the local community and combat anti-social behaviour”. Hummmmmm.

Herewith “PCSO Lesland Amatoe” making the rounds on Stoke Newington Church Street. lol. “Lesland”. Geddit?