Chokkie…. under the bed again.
hi all hope yr all well, chok here.
hello terri cat!!?? who is your owner? i will get myself up soon!!
who votes whiskers pouches are best???
i love them but have sore gums at the mo (us old persians are prone to gum probs in later life) i struggle with the chunks so kate chops em into tiny bits… i had extensive tooth extractions last month and may need another one!! a big thanks to mr pegg at pype hayes vets for his hard work!! he is the kindest vet! 🙂
I’m not ‘chokkie’..I’m his stunt double (posted by the Ed – in Lieu of ‘chokkie’ photo).
….i would like to say hi to norman (sorry i didnt before- i dont mean to be egocentric!) you are a cute puss!! good to know you have a new loving home and dont even get me started on the topic of birds!! when kate got me she presumed i would be a lap cat and laze about inside all day!! – she had another thing coming.
i caught 3 sparrows last year and know its evil but as you said norman it is in our nature.
i was in disgrace with kate who buried the little tweeters!
i have not been out much recently as its too cold 4 a posh puss like me and kate is reluctant to let me out as she thinks i am so gorgeous i may get bundled into a strangers car for a late xmas gift for someones child!! :@
i seem to be in my prime at the mo with hunting but i cant play with those shiny material mice kate buys me -they make me giddy!!!
i prefer a good old pen lid or a plastic razor cover i am so resourceful!!
My favorite spot, away from the fuss and under the bed.
Hello feline friends!!! 🙂
My name is chokkie carter-poulson… yes i have a double barrelled name! its cos i used to be chokkie carter but i was adopted by katie and mark the december before last and am now carter- poulson (kate thought it would be rude to swap my name to chokkie poulson as i was carter for 10 yrs of my life)i will get a photo up soon but my owner is a bit blonde and doesnt kno how t do it yet!!! i am proud to say that i am the first pedigree on moggyblog… my great uncle yoghurt told katie about the site and i was so so so so so excited that when i found out i shot up the stairs like a nutter! (i do that sometimes when i am happy!) anyway let me introduce myself: i am a lilac smoke Persian cat (not a moggy,er is that okay??) and very handsome if i so say so myself. kate thinks the world of me and gives me the best of everything!
A originally came from castle brom, birmingham but am now in Hodge Hill. i was owned by someone who was not too clued up on the care of a persian cat. when kate and mark got me i was a bit matted and had to be shaved. kate bought me a dog jumper i was NOT impressed! i meowed ‘i am NOT a chuhwahwah!’ but she did not take the hint! i think she thought she was doing me a favor an keepin me warm but i looked a right idiot!!!
Anyway, my fur grew back eventually and i am proud of my glossy coat now!!! i have to go now cos i have a furball to cough up but will be back with more gossip and news. a big hi and kiss to my little great nan recovering in hosp!! keep smilin nan i love you!! x x x hi to uncle yoghurt and tess,
Gingerbread was our beloved Ginger moggy whose main hobbies were sleeping and being given copious amounts of fuss. Gingerbread came from the Cat Protection League with a warning that he was not to be placed with other cats or children. However he turned into a big softie who tolerated children well. Unfortunately, he didn’t always tolerate other cats in the neighbourhood and was very territorial.
Ah, Peace at last
Mornings found Gingerbread walking around the perimeters of the garden like a security guard, albeit a strange one, marking out his patch on selected bushes and posts. A stranger in the garden would mean action stations and Ginger’s would give as good as he got! After the scrap or skirmish (and is the other mog didn’t back down) he would arrive at the door licking his paw and wiping his mauled face or back end. Consequently Gingerbread cost us a fortune in vets bills to treat these post-fight injuries.
As to recouping, Ginger’s would sleep for hours (like most cat’s I guess) saving his energy for the battle to be.
But when he curled up on you (just like in the photo) it was all worth it! Goodbye our faithful and happy friend.
It’s me Norman.
Hi Reader. I’m Norman, and I’m a cat, a tabby with attitude, so they say, and this is one of my first ever blogs (well, in fact it is my first blog). In it I’m going to tell you a bit about myself…
…well, I live smack dab in the middle of England with my new (dare I say it – No Ed.) owners (well they might think they own me) – but there is nothing ‘middle of the road’ about me… well they do call me stormin’ Norman after all (but Im no bully cat, honest)!
I’m four years old and have lived with my owners since January 2006, the year when they like to think that they ‘chose’ me from the other cats at the Cat Protection shelter a mile or so from here. However, in reality I actually chose them! As they passed by my pen, I just stretched out my (one white and one mottled) paws and gave a big yawn with my bright white jowls and that was it really, I could tell I’d hooked ’em… They couldn’t get away then…and boy are they in for trouble!
Anyway enough of me for now I’ll continue the story on my next post (I think that’s what they call it).