Hi reader... Norm here again. Well I finally got my owner to take a picture of my cat house (which he likes to call a kennel... but I'm having none of it ~ it's nowhere near as good as a kennel!).

Here I am in my cat shack (Huh, kennel! my left paw it is!).

Well here's me thinking what lovely house this is... made out of some left over wood from the new floor and covered in roof felt,to keep the rain out... but what does he then do, but show me a picture of some continental cats palace (I mean just look at it!), all made of posh timber and covered in a shiny tile and button mosaic...

.. but I'm not jealous, honest.

Max in his cat shack covered in a mosaic of tiles and buttons.

Well, lucky old Max I must say! I think I need to have a word don't you.

Norm.

Hello there Reader

The Moggyblog gang are pleased to announce that Moggyblog.com will be two years old on January the 1st 2009. So it's, all together now... Happy Birthday to us!

Norman is getting excited as he will be having a party to celebrate this great occasion, and will be inviting all his friends round for a pukka meaty meal with milk (not too much now!) and buisk, biski, buiskits..,biskits... Cake. Yes they'll be having cake and milk.

All the best from Moggyblogland we wish you a prosperous 2009.
Norm and I hope you'll sticking with us and popping back for a look now and again.

Ed.

Norman (on a warmer day) resting on the garden table after a run in with a squirrel.

..."how the heck do you spell that dear"

Hi reader, Norm here.

I'm back after my long winter break holed up in my kennel (pic to follow - Ed). I know, kennels for dogs 'n all that, but it does keep me out of those strong winds we've been getting round here lately. It's like someone running a cold hand across my back....and the wrong way at that...eventually I get to cowering all round the garden as I try to make my way...no I don't like it at all! So was I pleased to get this kennel. Cats and rain you know they don't mix either much.

So Xmas, here's me thinking they brought me a new litter tray made of cardboard and, as usual, I had to go in and investigate. Well when I got in there, there was all this silver and gold snake like stuff mmmm tinsel they call it I think, but my overall impression was of the scent of a previous visiting moggy (that would have been Gingerbread ,Ed) and I wasn't having any of that, so I duly nestled down and sprayed the whole place (look away now, reader) to ensure that no other cats would be using my tray again. Suddenly, the whole world started to rock and the box floated into the air in the arms of my keeper (I can't repeat the words that were flying from his mouth, they would make your hair curl) (it wasn't me!, Ed) and I knew I'd done something wrong. Next thing I was out on the back lawn in the freezing cold (box n' all) and wondering what all the fuss 'n bother was about. I just snuggled down and went to sleep in that same box. Well, it made a change from the kennel.

Norman - talking at ya!

Please watch out for my next post reader, I've got a lot of catching up to do.

Ciao,

N.