Tree Top Trouble

Topiary Trouble

Good Afternoon dearest friends of Idgie the Cat.

I do hope you are all very well. Make yourselves a cup of tea and catch up with the latest news.

At last there is some dry sunny weather and Gizzy and I thought we would try to earn a little bit of kitty cash doing some hedge trimming. We went to this big posh house where the hedge was really wild and out of control. The gravel drive was full of weeds. I negotiated a good price to tidy it all up with the owner who had a flashy sports car and a scary dog.

Any ordinary cats  with just a broom and clippers wouldn't have taken on such a massive hedge job but as you know working for Jemmy Jim Jams all these years we have learnt not to fear working on big things.

Well dear friends as I always say you want to watch your whiskers out there!

Gizzy and I worked very hard at trimming and tidying up but when we went to collect the money the bloke told us to scram!
He said we hadn't got a thing in writing and we should clear off or he would set Rivet the Doberman on us!

Well...Gizzy and I legged it to the gate and were about to wriggle through the bars when the doberman burst into tears. She said she was so sorry and what a lovely neat job we had done.

She told us her real name was Milly and she couldn't stand being a security dog and wearing a spiky collar. All Milly ever wanted to be was a Nanny! Gizzy and I reassured her that Jemmy Jim Jams the Mafia Godmother would be back for revenge and to rescue her.

Gizzy and I ran to Jems Bunker and we told the ol' rabbit boss that we had been properly done over.

Jemmy made a few phone calls and sent Atticus out to cause mayhem with the wiring of the electronic sliding security gate.

Atti clipped a few wires and tied a few knots....the next morning the flashy sports car wasn't flashy anymore!

CRUNCH!

It was then that Jemmy announced out of the blue her secret burning desire to take up topiary.

She had acquired a few topiary guide books and looked at the pictures and felt it was time to give it a whirl. Lighting up one of her stinking cigars she bounced off to the newly trimmed hedge and did some interesting sculpture work with a modern twist.

Mysteriously at that time Milly the Doberman went missing...

I understand from Jemmy that she is doing very well at the Daisy Petal Kitten Creche...

I hope you enjoyed catching up with my news and do take care of yourselves.

Ta Taa!

Valentines Day Special : Boo Boo sings 'Hard to Handle'

Baby, here I am 

I'm a girl on the scene 

I can give you what you want 

But you got to come home with me 

I've got some good old loving 

And I got some more in store 

When I get through throwing it on you 

You got to come back for more 

Girls and things will come by the dozen 

That ain't nothing but drugstore loving 

Pretty little thing 

Let me light your candle 

Cause, baby, I'm sure hard to handle now 

Yes, I am 

Actions speak louder than words 

And I'm a girl with a great experience 

I know you got another girl 

But I can love you better than she can 

Take my paw, don't be afraid 

I want to prove every word I say 

I'm advertising love for free 

So won't you place your ad with me 

Girls and things will come by the dozen 

That ain't nothing but ten cent loving 

Groovy little thing 

Let me light your candle 

Cause, baby, I'm sure hard to handle now 

Yes, I am 

Baby, here I am 

I'm a girl on the scene 

I can give you what you want 

But you got to come home with me 

I've got some good old loving 

And I got some more in store 

When I get through throwing it on you 

You got to come back for more 

Girls and things will come by the dozen 

But that ain't nothing 

But ten cent loving 

Pretty little thing 

Let me light your candle 

Cause, baby, I'm sure hard to handle now 

Yes, I am 

Hey, give it to me 

I got to have it 

Good old loving 

Hey, said give it to me 

I got to have it 

Good old loving 

Hey, said here I am 

Hey, I got to have it...

'Hard to Handle' original lyrics and composed by Otis Redding, Allen Jones and Al Bell.

Singing Badgers & Signaling

Hello Everybody.

I bet my whiskers that the rain is really getting on your wick dear readers.

As you know Boo Boo Massou and the Moon Worshiping Bunnies have been cut off by flooding so we have been paddling out carrot and cabbage supplies by coracle. As you can imagine morale is low in the bunny tribal community, so Boo Boo hired the local Badger Theatre Group to perform 'Singing in the Rain' for some light entertainment.

That went rather well actually!

Gizzy Whizzie handed out semaphore flags and taught a few rabbits how to signal their shopping lists to the  'mainland' so we can get them what they need. 

Anyway, I must be off now, the rabbits are meant to be signalling for essential items but Gizzy has translated that one of them wants a satellite dish and a coffee maker....hmmm!

Keep your paws dry and Taa taa for now.

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Quick Exit

Hello dearest blog readers, I do hope you are all very well.

Its been a right ol' drama  - put your paws up and have a cuppa tea and I'll tell you all about it.

It all started when Atticus packed his carpet bag and said he couldn't be doing with this Olympic malarkey and was going back home as he was cold and missed kippers so much.

I then had a phone call from home, it was Lavinia up at the Mudflingers Barn. She said we all must fly home as The Clumps Wood where Boo Boo Massou and the moon worshipping bunnies live had been cut off like an island by the floods. The Bongo Bunny Drummers were sending out a 'Save Our Fluffy Tales' messages every hour.

Just when I thought that was bad enough news - Lavinia said The Piglet Possy had managed to do up an old VW Camper and had taken it for a test drive....(gulp)

I assured Lavinia that I would tell their Godmother Jemmy Jim Jams as soon as I could find her....Trouble was Jem had hopped off somewhere..

Gizzy and I tried to find Jemmy all over the Ski Resort but there was no sign of the ol' rabbit boss. A snow storm started so we legged it back to the chalet. Where could Jemmy be!?

I was awoken in the middle of the night - my whiskers were twangy with fright - I heard a frantic knocking at the Chalet door...

What followed was a QUICK EXIT !

It turned out that Jemmy had smuggled in a large crate of Tatty Schnapsie Olympic Edition to sell off at ...have you gawn raving mad prices.

You know whats shes like, she managed to shift the whole lot to a regiment of Cossack' s with big fluffy hats and all was well she thought.

Being a bit tickled pink with smugness and flush with the ol crinkly cabbage in her paw she shot off to the ice rink to see Katya Hoppenorf.

They were just about to put their ice skates on when there was a mighty commotion. Some of the Cossack's with the big fluffy hats and pointy swords had tried a sipsey of the Tatty Schnapsie.  It blew their hats clean off! Several nose dived into a snow drift and as you can imagine they were not very happy!

Luckily for Jemmy and Katya, the snow was so thick and falling fast they were able to hop off and disappear. Their paw prints were covered by snow and it was if they never existed.

Don't worry, we are all home safe now but we will not be resting. There are piglets to find and rabbits to rescue so I'll be back soon.

Watch your whiskers out there and ta taa.




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Saving a Fish Pie

Good Afternoon dearest friends.

As you know, Jemmy Jim Jams has dropped us all in it....errr...I mean to say she has encouraged us to take up Olympic Winter Sports.

I am meant to be trying to persuade Atticus to wear the correct modern aero-dynamical cosi for the Alpine Downhill event. We have got some flashy ski's now but he will not take off the pink fleece onsie or his thermal rainbow hat as he says he wont be bullied by anyone or conform.

 However he did agree to go on the ski lift with me at lunch time and have a cup of hot chocolate.

When we were nearly to the top Atticus was slurping away on his hot drink when suddenly he remembered he had left his fish pie cooking in the chalet at the bottom of the mountain. We quickly hopped off the ski lift and Atti told me not to worry, he would be back in flash!

He left me holding the flask at the top of the giant ski jumping slope and shot off to rescue his fish pie from being cremated.

I had no idea that Atticus was secretly a champion ski jumper but of course Atti never brags or shows off.

The good news is Atti rescued his pie but has caused quite a stir in the mountain resort!

I'll be back soon, Atti has kept some pie for me. Ta Taa

Gizzy's New Olympic Kit

Good Afternoon dearest blog readers. I have good news about our sports equipment.

It was voted by all of us that little Gizzy Whizzie should get her sports kit first for health and well being reasons.

Hurtling along on a tea tray at break neck speed on the icy Skeleton run in just a woolly tank top with a colander helmet was both seriously daring and perilous.

Jemmy Jim Jams went to the pub to see a ferrety acquaintance of ours called Monty Grabba. It just so happened he had managed to acquire some proper sports kit for Gizzy ....

Hooorah! Well as you can imagine Gizzy LOVES this so much and we have very high hopes for a medal.

I'll be back soon -  Jemmy has insisted I try to persuade old Atticus not to wear Lavinia's pink fleece onsie for the Alpine Downhill event. Wish me luck with that!

Ta-Taa