I am sorry for being off the whisker waves, we have been so busy with the strawberry picking and supplies for the tennis at Wimbledon this year. Unfortunately, this year has not gone quite as well as last years sales.
Annually, I always hoppity skippity under the noses of security and wheely dealy my tabby body around Court No.1 selling strawberries normally very successfully.
It was just rotten luck a new security fellow clocked me and chased me around the spectators seats on the opening day. I dropped my strawberry stash and vaulted onto the court, hastily circled the umpires chair but caught my back claw in the tennis net! I was roughly wrestled and rolled into a tennis towel and was carried off hissing n' spitting out of the court.
The Security fellow contacted the 'ers what feed me and there was a lot of huffing and puffing - verbal and hands on hips! I was let off eventually with a caution and told never to return!
Jemmy Jim Jams the Mafia Godmother luckily was understanding and said I better keep low for a while till the heat went off. This was a bit of a set back but Gizzy Whizzy has been flogging strawberry smoothies like a wild fing on Murray Mount and has made Jemmy a good profit.
Whilst we have all been busy with Wimbledon, Deirdre the Goat and Sebby Coo-Coo the Mafia Racing Pigeon held a Bingo Night extravaganza for the small local animals. Sebby Coo-Coo is excellent at calling out the Bingo Ball numbers. He's small and feathery but LOUD! On his way home from the Bingo Night he was flying over the Strawberry Polly-Tunnels by Tatty Mudflingers Barn. He has little beady eye balls and spotted some dodgy rats nicking the strawberries! Honestly dear readers, you need to nail everything down these days! Well Sebby landed on a window sill and started to Coo Coo Coo louder than an Air Raid Alert.
Tatty Mudflinger heard the noise straight away as he was giving the kittens their night time milk feed.
He legged it to the Rabbit Bunker door and roused Jemmy who came running along with a Bazuka Missile Launcher....it was just laying by the bunker door... with a few sticks of TNT and a tazer.
Sebby, Tatty and Jemmy chased the theiving rats through the strawberry polly tunnel and only one missile was fired. That was enough Jemmy thought to frighteen the whiskers off the intruders.
Jemmy was very proud of Sebby Coo-Coo and to reward him for his loud Coo Coo and Mafia Loyalty he was given a Mafia Gold Star.
Enjoy the tennis and I'll be back soon once the dust has settled - Watch your whiskers out there, taa taa for now.