Lady Luck



Hello dearest blog readers, isn't it a cold day! Brrrrr I was just making a cup of tea when there was a little rata -tat -tat at the door.

On the doorstep was Charlie the Charmer who is Gizzy Whizzies eldest brother. I invited him in for a cup of tea as he clearly had something on his mind.

He asked me if Id seen Gizzy anywhere as nobody could find her, she wasn't at work in the garage and she hadnt been home for tea. I scratched my little tabby head and thought really hard...ooooo NO!! Where could Gizzy be?!

Charlie and I ran to the garage and there was just a rusty old banger car and not a sign of Gizzy.
It was then dear readers that I realised that something was out of place. In the corner was one of the old Fruit Machines from Deirdre the Goats Casino. Deirdre must have given it to Gizzy to mend.

The machine was called Lady Luck and I found Gizzy's pink spanner and her toolbox along side it. I tapped  on the  machine with the spanner and Charlie and I could hear a little echoey voice. It was Gizzy and she said..."Help...Help...I'm stuck in here!!"

Charlie and I told her hold on and we would get help. Charlie ran to get Jemmy Jim Jams as she would know what to do.


Whilst Charlie was out finding Jemmy I climbed on top of the Fruit Machine to talk to Gizzy to reassure her help was coming. I accidentally sat on the start button ...

The whole machine started rocking and playing wacky music. Ooooo Noo! I hopped about trying to find the off switch and pushed all the buttons. The fruit symbols whizzed around and around and I hit nudge and  hold and suddenly I got three Gizzy Whizzy symbols in a line !!! Wooo!

Gizzy's little head and front paws appeared in the cash bucket. "HELP!!!" Shouted Giz, "I'm upside down."

Just then thank my lucky whiskers Jemmy Jim Jams arrived. Her new metal working gear had been dropped off from the  back of a waggon this morning. (Gulp)

She cut out a big hole in the side of the fruit machine and we soon rescued Gizzy Whizzie who was very glad indeed to be free but mighty miffed at missing her tea as last night was fishfingers!

Not to worry dear friends, I'll make sure little Gizzy gets something nice to snaffle and there is a lesson in this story. Do yourself a favour and don't get too deep or put any trust into Fruit Machines as you can get into a right ol' pickle!!

Watch your whiskers out there and Ta Ta for now.

Angus the Kitten takes a Photo

Dearest Blog Readers, I do hope you are all tickerty-boo. I'm sorry that your own Idgie the Cat has been off the ol' whisker waves for a while...I have been sleeping.....LOTS! ZZzzz Anyway, I'm waking up a bit now for spring ...

Hoorah!!...so get yourselves a cuppa tea and put your paws up and I'll tappity-tap you the news.

Since waking up I went on a little walk up to The Clumps in the sunshine to talk to the Bongo Drumming Bunnie Communication Network as I'm up to a bit of a secret tabby mission of mercy....more about that in mo.

On my way I could hear the bongo drums in the distance sending communication out across the Shires.

As I crossed Tatty Mudflingers Field I met Professor Atticus and little Angus the marmalade kitten. The batteries in Atticus' ol camera had fizzled out and Angus was a bit cheesed off as he wanted to take a picture of dear ol Atti in the daffodils.

Atti sat down cross legged with Angus and asked him if he would like to take a MAGIC picture instead which didn't need a camera. Angus was excited and sat down next to the old white cat to find out about MAGIC pictures.

Atti said "What can you see Angus?"...the little kitten looked all a round and said, "well...I can see you Atticus and I can see lots of daffodils and little crocus flowers,  its a beautiful day."

"What can you hear?" asked Atti... Angus' little furry ear 'oles twizzled and he said "I can hear all the chirpers singing as spring is coming."

Atti said "What does it feel like and what can you smell?" Angus smiled and said " it feels warm from the sunshine and I can smell the fresh air"

"Great" said Atti,"Concentrate on your beautiful day and on the count of 1-2-3 put your paws over your eyes and CLICK, take a magic picture with your mind. (WOW!)"

Angus had his little paws over his eyes and Atti said "What can you see in your MAGIC picture?"Angus was thrilled as he could see Atticus and all the daffodils. "Keep your eyes shut and frame your picture, its yours forever" said Atti grinning. "You can look at it anytime, even when its dark and cold - its always right there in your head."

Angus was really happy and said "Thank you, thank you very much."

I waved goodbye to them and went to see Jemmy Jim Jams the Mafia Godmother. The ol bunny boss was hunched over wearing her mafia shades so I put mine on too.

Things had not been too good for a while with the bunny business. Jemmy was not dealing well with the skullduggery. All was deep dark bumbles! She had run out of hatchets and her lucky baseball bat had got stuck up a tree after lobbing it at rival mafia!Sigh...

Jemmy couldn't see the sunshine or the daffodils and was so down hearted. I wanted to ask the ol boss if she had ever taken a mind MAGIC picture but thought better of it!!(gulp)

I took my shades off and smiled at Jemmy Jim Jams. My bongo drumming communication message had worked as I could see a bunny in a flying jacket hiding behind a tree grinning at me.

SUDDENLY  Katya Hoppenorf the super spy leapt out and gave Jem a big bunny squeeze. The ol' rabbit boss threw off her shades and SMILED!

Righty o dear friends I must be off now for some snaffling and a snooze. Watch your whiskers out there wont you and get your proper rest in your nesting materials else you can end up in a whole heap of bumbles!

TaTa for now.

Please feed the birds

Good Afternoon dearest blog readers, I do hope you are all keeping warm in your nesting materials on this cold snowy day. (Brrrr)

Food..dear friends is a subject close to my heart, so I ask you all kindly to  please spare some snuffling for the feathered community (who are all under Mafia Rabbit Protection). They are having a bit of bother you see as its so cold n' snowy the birdies can't find any noshing so they need your help.

Under instruction from the boss Jemmy Jim Jams I scrambled up the trees and hung up fatty balls, seed n berry bars and half coconuts. "Yum Yum Yum" said the birdies and "Thank you very much".

Elsewhere 'er what feeds me built a rather portly shaped friendly snow cat, I don't know who modelled for her snow sculpture as I've been so busy climbing trees.

Watch your whiskers out there won't you , its icy under the paws that's for sure, Gizzy Whizzy has been zipping up n down The Clumps Hill on a bin bag, I better get home and make a big steamy pot of tea to thaw out her paws. Ta Ta for now.

Seasons Greetings

Ode to Kippers by Idgie the Cat

 

Ode to Kippers

by Idgie the Cat

 

Ooo the waft of kippers,

Hot under the grill for me,

Joy of the smokey kippy,

And a steamy mug of tea.

 

Fishy oils are healthy,

Good source of vitamin D,

Super for my tabby joints,

For springing up a tree.

 

Kippers give you a brain booster,

Eco friendly in the sea,

So go on - have a kipper..

...one..or two..or three!

 

 

Jemmy Justice

Good evening dearest friends, I do hope you are all having a lovely weekend.

We heard that one of our friends known as Mrs O had a bit of bother in her motor on Friday night. Some low-life scrag end in a red bus went and walloped her car in the dark and then the scoundrel bloomin' well left her without stopping!

Well dear readers that news got straight back to Jemmy Jim Jams the Mafia Godmother. It got right on her whiskers I can tell you and it didn't take long for the news to filter out across the bunny manor. Every little woolly creature, every flapper, chirper and nibbler was instructed as priority to find the bus.

Jemmy was hopping along yesterday when a little birdie informant flapped over and had a little chirp in the Mafia Godmothers ear'ole...

Jemmy dispatched her two top Ninjas. She got them two black woolly pulley jerseys from the Army and Navy stores and blimey it was itchy!

Atticus was sent off with a jug of that lethal explosive potato schnappsie and some wires and we were sent hot paw over to see Mrs O with the 'RED BUTTON'.

Paddy O'Sullivan, the woofet who gets fed by Mrs O let the Ninjas in the back door where we met Mrs O who mysteriously guessed who we were despite our new Ninja masks and jerseys!

We gave her the red control button which was sent with love from all The Kit Kat Gang and Jemmy.

Justice dear friends will always be delivered in this blog....

Watch your whiskers out there and take good care -Taa taa for now.

Ooo No - Not Trixie Mixie !

Good Morning dearest friends, make yourselves a cuppa tea and put your paws up - I'll tell you what happened to me yesterday.

Its been so damp n' nippy do-dah on the paws. I'd got all warm and settled under my tartan blanket to watch TV. I was just about to sipsey my tea and snaffle a brandy snap when I heard a little voice.

It was one of those little wild brown moon worshipping bunnies from The Clumps. He had been running so fast I could hardly make out what he was saying but then I picked out the awful words... 'Trixie Mixie!'.

I am too young to have witnessed the last outbreak of Trixie Mixie but Old Atticus told me its the most deadliest diseases to hit rabbits . I grabbed my first aid kit and went hot paw to 'The Clumps'. As I approached the wood I could hear the bongo drums and rabbits everywhere were wailing and swaying little lanterns.

There was a huge queue of rabbits of all sizes and ages circling 'The Clumps' and waiting in turn to see Boo Boo Massou the Mystical Healer at her little round hut.

I shot in via the back door and poor Boo Boo Massou was frazzled with exhaustion. Her conker necklace was all twizzled up and her headdress feathers all wonky. She said " Oh Idgie, I've run out of medicinal potions, berries and crystals - I'm down to the last drip of sloe gin and that's for me!"

I'd never seen Boo Boo Massou so worried and it was complete pandemonium outside - mass hysteria had swept through 'The Clumps'. All the rabbits from miles around were knocking on Boo Boo Massous door for a miracle cure.

Now I have to say dear readers these little bunnies are a bit prone to being overly dramatic and it just takes one to have a flip out and flash a white fluffy tail and it causes the lot of them to bounce all over the wood.

I eyed up the queue and quickly noted that not one of the bunnies had any symptoms of Trixi Mixie, yet they were all very vocal and convinced they'd got it!!

So I made my way along the queue questioning rabbits as I wanted to trace the source of the hysteria...the first of the rabbits were saying  its Trixie Mixie....further down the queue ...it was Poxy Flopsie....further along it was Quicksie Plopsie....then Lumpy Bumpy...then...Fluffled Snuffles...and at last I approached the end where the symptoms had changed to Coughin'-Frothin'!

In a small hut I found the only little rabbit to look poorly in bed frothing and coughing, his fur all gluey and his eyes wide with fright.

Do not fear dear readers - I knew what was wrong with him straight away and No it is not Trixie Mixie. It turned out that a few bunnies had been playing conkers with The Piglet Possy. For a laugh I expect one of those naughty piglets gave this wild bunny a Sherbert Fiz Bomb Sweet. It is well known that you must NEVER EVER give a Sherbert Fiz Bomb to a rabbit as it makes um go pop eyed and froth at the chops.

I gave the little bunny a glass of water and Boo Boo Massoue got a soapy flannel and washed all the sherberty glue off his fur and ear 'oles. He was soon feeling a lot better!

Calm came to the Clumps and on my way back home I had a quiet word with the Piglets GODMOTHER about the Sherbert Fiz Bomb incident.

Don't believe everything you hear as it may turn out to be a curly pig tale!! Taa Taa for now.