Merry Christmas – 2013

Australia welcomes Santa – please click to Bigify

Australia welcomes Santa – please click to Bigify


My Northern Hemisphere Twitter anipal furiends really shake their heads at the thought of how much we enjoy celebrating Christmas in the Summer. We weren’t able to send a card to every furiend so I hope you think of these cards as being my way of wishing you a happy, safe Festive Season.


Playing Cricket with Santa and having so much fun  – please click to Bigify

Playing Cricket with Santa and having so much fun – please click to Bigify


HuMum (Jane) and I (Jessie) wish to thank you all for the incredible amount of support you have given us over the past three years. Thank you for understanding that old age does catch up to some of us and thus we no longer have the energy required to work & help so many wonderful anipal charities … our sincere apologies.


Bush Walk Memory

Me & Mum on the Suspension Bridge - please click to bigify

Me & Mum on the Suspension Bridge – please click to bigify

I don’t know why, but for the last few weeks, I have been dreaming of our family outings at the Tarra Bulga National Park in Gippsland, Victoria, Australia! We used to pack up the FJ Holden to escape the heat of the dry flatlands beside the Ninety Mile beach and drive the 50 kms up into the rainforest of the hills through which the Tarra River streamed. My mum always packed the most delicious of picnic lunches. They comprised of fresh crispy crust chicken sandwiches, plus a family size apple pie, clotted cream and a thermos of tea.

But the true wonder of the day was Mum letting me take off the leg-braces which I’d struggled with since surviving poliomyelitis as a two year old. She used to laugh at my delight in being able to paddle in the freezing cold waters of the rocky beaches of the river. She swore by the healing powers of the cold waters. The more time I spent out of those restrictive braces and heavy boots, the stronger and straighter my legs seem to grow.

I can still smell the mossy damp aroma of the tree ferns that shaded under the giant mountain ash trees. The joy of espying a timid platypus in a dark rock pool, a wombat family or the colours of the lyrebirds hiding in the undercover was so very special to my childhood eyes. My father taught me that the names of the many bird sounds echoing around the bush but, even today, my favourite was the Bell Bird.

We spent the day walking through the tracks of the park, visiting the waterfalls and the suspension bridge. When tired, I road on my Dad’s shoulders and from his 185 cm height the view was even more spectacular.

Thank you for letting me share these wonderful memories with you.

Let’s Celebrate

What a purrfect position for my new Scritching Post

What a purrfect position for my new Scritching Post (Click to bigify)

Wow there are only 37 sleeps until Christmas but until today it has felt like the middle of winter with our daily temperature being way under 20C (68F)! This blog is written to celebrate the arrival of summer plus an early pressie just for me!

It has taken me 11 months to shred my old scritching post back to bare wood and to celebrate this momentous occasion huMum took advantage of the sale at our local Petstock shop and purchased a brand new one! I hesitate to suggest that this was more a present for huMum than it was for me as I had given up trying to clean and sharpen my claws on the old post and taken to the carpet with the lesson being… flying missiles in the shape of anything that is close to huMum’s hand will arrive suddenly and scarily right where I’m scritching (she has been practicing her cricket bowling ready for the 1st Ashes test which is to start on Thursday *excited ears*).

Out with the old and in with the new. The new has a 5 gold stars stamp of approval! My special smell test said delicious (huMum had sprayed it with catnip) and a few tentative scritches proved that it has a respectable coverage of wool. I’m so pleased that it is the same colour as the old one… cream so will be a purrfect contrast to my lush, shiny black panfur.

Oops um *embarrassed ears*. “Are you giggling at me huMum?” I’m sure I put just the right amount of spring in my paws for a purrfect takeoff and landing? How come I missed and landed so ungracefully back on the floor? What? “Are you telling me it is 6cm (2.4 inches) taller than our old post?” Takes step back and makes purrfect landing on second attempt *proud ears*. Oh I like that I’m now even closer to the nom preparation area.

Today huMum and I celebrated the arrival of the summer and a 29C (84F) maximum temperature with a garden clean up. This involved huMum grunting and groaning as she weeded our pavers and garden beds… she filled the huge green wheelie bin to the brim *impressed ears* while I supervised from the shade of whichever camellia tree she was closest too. We are worried about our new lemon tree. Its madly growing but yet to flower or fruit (second season) also two Pittosporum have gone to heaven and need replacing. Our garden shop to purchase list is very long as it includes sugar cane mulch, citrus tree and camellia food plus a few of the lovely Princess Lavenders which I think will make purrfect nests for moi. Enough said as huMum needs to bathe her weary body and put ointment on her sunburnt nose and all the rose scritch wounds. I’ve very *pleased ears* as something other than me likes to scritch her!

Nap time, bye-bye for now!

Purrfect results - sunset today in our garden! (Click to bigify)

Purrfect results – sunset today in our garden! (Click to bigify)

There’s Nothing Like Australia


You know how proud I am of Australia but this just takes it one step forward with the incredible song & lyrics by Dewayne Everettsmith and Jasmine Beams (Thank You – Tourism Australia)



It’s Like Love

Life has drawn you here
Feel the warmth pulling you near
Breathe it in and let it fill your heart
It’s like love
Cleanse your soul
Feel it in your veins
Breathe it in your lungs will stain
It’s like love
For the first time
It’ll all make sense you know
Yea you know

Seen it all before
Till you found something more
Breathe it in and let it fill your heart
It’s like love yea
Cleanse your soul
Feel it in your veins
Breathe it in your lungs will stain

It’s like love
For the first time
It’ll make sense you know
yea you know

It’s Like Love
Cleanse your soul
Feel it in your veins
Breathe it in your lungs
It’s like love for the first time it’ all make sense you know


Shadow Minispurr for Sneakiness Reporting In !!

This Paw will assist me to stamp out cruelty to anipals!

This Paw will assist me to stamp out cruelty to anipals!
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G’day, I thought it was about time I reminded you that, on 7th September, 2013, I am standing for the federal government seat of Goldstein, Victoria, Australia as a proud Member of the Feline Pawty where I hold the position of Shadow Minispurr for Sneakiness. The Feline Pawty’s Shawdow Prime Minister is the very able Mr Bumpy Cat – Please see here for our Campaign Central and also How To Be A Candidate.

The Poster says it all !!

The Poster says it all !!
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My hoodies have helped me cover the electorate with eco-friendly posters produced by my overworked, underfed and sleep deprived Media Liaison Officer, @JanisFelidae.

Janis – I promise come 8th September you will be suitably recompensed!

Winter & Rain are the Pits !!

Winter is two days away in Melbourne but I can’t complain as we have had a very mild, dry autumn. This mild weather has enabled me to continue my “war against vermin”, in particular, mice and rats. *Proud Ears* So since 30th November, 2012 we have successfully bought huMum 55 mice and 3 gianormous rats. You may not believe me but I assure you this total is correct as I’ve been noting every one of them in my “kill” diary.

Think this was number 20?

Think this was number 20?
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Tonight winter arrived two days early and with a vengeance with a low of 9C = 48F and a high of only 16C = 60F. Did I mention it was raining too?

I love, love summer rain but not this chilly winter rain. In summer I’m happy to patrol, hunt and stroll around my neighbourhood in the rain, with the occasional visit home for a quick invigorating towel rub.

Last year I was diagnosed with a smidgeon of arthritis but after treatment I was all better and huMum swore she would never put me through the indignities of having to see Jenny Vet every week as it was so very traumatic for me. This year we have decided to treat my arthrisits with glucosomine and fish oil. The third part of the treatment is for me to stay inside our warm home for long periods each day/night. No arguments from me with this as even I know being cold means being sore and stiff.

We do have a MAJOR problem … there is no garden inside the house for me to use as my potty. For the last week huMum has been testing a litter tray in the laundry but I thought it was a new bed and now spend several hours a day sleeping there. I haven’t used a litter tray since I found my forever home with huMum and she kept me locked in for 3 weeks while I recovered from my little girls operation. Even then I only deigned to use it once a day!

Yes I must admit – I’m a once a day girl and love visiting the neighbours house to make those deposits. Thankfully they have a rather wild back garden so I am well camouflaged! Hehehe

Tonight was a problem for me … it was raining that bitter cold rain we see in Melbourne in winter. There was a brief pause at about 10.30am and I made a dash for what I hoped would be dry soil under one of the Camellia Trees … blawky mud caught in my nails but I persisted and finally got down to some dry soil and did my business and rushed back to huMum standing at the door worrying about me. She let me clean my toenails on my scratching pole and then gave me the most delicious towel rub … I tell you I was purring like a steam train.

Dry, snug & warm ... purrfect bliss!

Dry, snug & warm … purrfect bliss! See the tongue?
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NOTE: HuMum would like some suggestions on how she might convince me that the litter tray is not a new bed? As our winter deepens so too will my sore stiff bones and she is worried that I will remain determined to go potty in the rain and cold. Any ideas would be gratefully received – but please remember I am a wild panfur huntress who loves the outside world!

WordPress Family Award

Dearest Savannah has passed onto me this:

Word Press Family Award

Word Press Family Award

I am overwhelmed and thank Savvy so very much!

Am going to pass this award onto (in no particular order):

bumpyroadtobubba – a trully delightful blog written by a monther about her daughter and two furbaby doggies.

Pearl Cat and Her Family – TinyPearlCat is a very special ladycat and her blog is a delight!

Rumpy Dog – Rumpy and his family have taught all us anipals so much, ty Rumpy!

I hope they will agree that this WordPress award is somethingt to be proud of and pass onto others.

Nap time, bye-bye for now!

ANZAC DAY – 25th April



First a little explanation – ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. The soldiers in those forces quickly became to be known as ANZACs, and the pride they took in that name endures to this day.

Why is this day special to Australians and New Zealanders?

When WWI broke out in 1914, Australia had been a Federal Commonwealth for only 13 years. The new national Government was eager to establish its reputation among the nations of the world. In 1915 Australian and New Zealand soldiers formed part of the allied expedition that set out to capture the Gallipoli Peninsula in order to open the Dardanelles to the allied navies. The ultimate objective was to capture Constantinople (now Istanbul in Turkey), the capital of the Ottoman Empire, and an ally of Germany.

The Australian and New Zealand forces landed on Gallipoli on 25 April, meeting fierce resistance from the Ottoman Turkish defenders. What had been planned as a bold stroke to knock Turkey out of the war quickly became a stalemate, and the campaign dragged on for eight months. At the end of 1915 the allied forces were evacuated, after both sides had suffered heavy casualties and endured great hardships. Over 8,000 ANZACs had been killed. News of the landing on Gallipoli had made a profound impact back home, and 25 April soon became the day on which Australia and New Zealand remember the sacrifice of those who had died in the war.

Although the Gallipoli campaign failed in its military objectives, the Australian and New Zealand actions during the campaign left us all a powerful legacy. The creation of what became known as the “ANZAC legend” became an important part of the identity of both Nations, shaping the ways they viewed both their past and their future.

Trooper Keith Officer before leaving for Gallipoli in 1914

Lieutenant Keith Officer before leaving for Gallipoli in 1915


Sir (Frank) Keith Officer, OBE, MC (1889 – 1969)

This ANZAC was my Great Uncle and a man I am truly privileged to have known. As a child and into my early teens I sat at the feet of both Keith and his brother, Hugh, and was mesmerised with their anecdotes. Although one was a Knight and the other a Brigadier, they were just my Great Uncles. It wasn’t until I was in my 50’s did I realise what truly exceptional men they were and how much they had both sacrificed to ensure I live in the wonderful, peaceful country that is Australia.

I take the opportunity of this ANZAC Day to bring you the stories of my much honoured and ever so honourable relatives.

Keith and Hugh were born of privilege in Toorak, Melbourne in the Victorian era, when the British Empire was at its height of power and Kipling its poetic spokesman. The 1890s were difficult economic years, but they were both educated at Melbourne Grammar School with Keith going to Ormond College, University of Melbourne and, in 1912, graduating LL.B. with honours. He was briefly associated with Mr. Justice Higgins and admitted to the Bar 1914. He enlisted in 8th Light Horse Regiment (AIF) 1914 as a Trooper. No doubt, because of his legal degree, he was soon commissioned as a Lieutenant and transferred to 6th Infantry Brigade, serving on Gallipoli from June to October 1915, when promoted to Staff Captain. From there he transferred to France as DAQUMG 2nd Division, and in 1917 Deputy Assistant Adjutant General and promoted to Major. His decorations included a MC (1917), OBE (1919) and MID (Mentioned in Despatches) 3 times.

During 1917 he advised his younger brother Hugh, who had left school to join up and was a gunner in 107 Battery 1916-17, to apply for an Indian Army commission, which he was successful in obtaining. New Indian Army regiments were being raised and the War Office wanted Subalterns, suitable ones being in short supply. General Birdwood had commented that the Dominion Armies were “chock-a-block with officer material!” So Hugh, already a veteran of Messines, started a long military career in the Indian Army 1918-48. He served in the 3rd Afghan War 1919, NW Frontier operations 1919-22 and 1937. Hugh was Mentioned in Despatches and also had a posting to Tibet in 1930. He served in WW2 in China, Arakan, Manipur State and Burma where he had his 2nd Mention in Despatches. He was Staff Officer GHQ India and Defence Department, New Delhi then promoted to Brigadier before retirement 1948.

Keith joined the British Colonial Service and was posted to Nigeria for a couple of years before returning to Melbourne in 1923. This coincided with the elevation of Stanley Bruce, another Old Boy of Melbourne Grammar to Prime Minister. He worked in his father’s firm Officer & Smith before beginning his long career with the Department of External Affairs in 1927. Bruce was Prime Minister from 1923-29 during which period Keith Officer gained significant experience including attendance at the 9th Assembly of the League of Nations. He became a permanent member of the Commonwealth Public Service in 1933, when sent to London where he was kept busy establishing networks and attending League of Nations assemblies, securing Australia’s place on the League’s Council. Disarmament was in 1933 a major issue, though hardly effective when Germany was no longer a member. Bruce as the prestigious Australian resident Minister in London (1932) and High Commissioner 1933-45 was in a perfect position to dove-tail Australian foreign policy with that of Britain. Casey and Officer largely executed that policy. The three were all highly decorated veterans of the First AIF, and “British to their bootstraps”. Casey and Officer were contemporaries at Melbourne Grammar School.

Keith was sent to the British embassy in Washington in 1937, with the rank of Australian Counsellor. He began discussions with the USA to prepare the ground for a trade agreement. The new Australian legation was established in 1940 by R. G. Casey, under whom he worked for some months. However he was sent to Tokyo late that year as a Counsellor. Becoming chargé d’affaires late in 1941, it fell to him (in Sir John Latham’s absence) to receive the Japanese formal declaration of war. Not until eight months later were he and his staff at liberty again in Australia.

His next posting was to Moscow in early 1943, where after the Australian minister William Slater’s departure he became chargé d’affaires. He spent just over a year at Kuibyshev, Russia because of the German invasion, and later confessed to hating the place and the supervision to which he was subjected. He tried to look after Polish interests while in Moscow. He liked long walks in the woods, but always had to have to suspicious Soviet detectives to accompany him. Generally too he found the atmosphere oppressive.

Within a year he was sent to Chungking as chargé d’affaires. Few Britons had an understanding of the mighty forces building up in that country, or more than a superficial one of its history and culture. He used to mention the relaxation he obtained here from gardening. That may have been just small conversation! His brother Hugh, also in that city for part of the war, said that the Japanese tried not to bomb south of the river where the diplomatic residences were situated, but occasionally made mistakes! The end of WW2 in 1945 enable Keith to have conversations with Mao Zedong and Chou En-lai, which were perhaps of significance later on in 1949. Two years later, Clement Atlee nominated him to represent Britain, Australia, New Zealand and India on the Allied Council for Japan. Dr. H. V. Evatt however wanted him in South East Asia with a grudgingly overdue promotion to Minister. He was involved in the questions of the Indonesian settlement with the Dutch, a peace treaty with Thailand and discussions with Singapore. Not surprisingly, he was transferred in 1946 to The Hague as Minister, a favourite post for him as it was also good for yachting. Here he would also bring his mother from Australia and his niece (my Aunt). But Evatt soon decided to appoint the conservative diplomat again to Moscow without consultation! He was unable to get away with it, for a couple of medical certificates about “bronchitis” cemented Keith Officer in The Hague! He had very good relations with Queen Juliana, for Keith’s famous Golden Labrador, Crumpet, was a full sister to the Queen’s dog. Both had impeccable breeding from a famous kennel in America. Alas, poor Crumpet had a fall from grace in Paris, being seduced by a local mongrel.

As first Australian Ambassador to (Nationalist) China at Nanking in 1948, Keith saw history being made as the People’s Liberation Army took the city in 1949 during the civil war. He moved to Shanghai to do his best for Australian diplomatic staff and citizens there. He was also making his own shrewd assessments of the new communist regime and the Chinese people themselves. After October 1st 1949, with Mao’s new government all over China it was necessary that he leave the country from Hong Kong. A Chinese friend, an official of the Party, pointed out the Chinese difficulty of being cordial to the Imperialists at this period of time!

Time must pass. His status was now simply Australian External Affairs Officer in Hong Kong. He was soon home again and through the Department of External Affairs strongly recommended that Australia recognise Red China. With the 1949 election looming however, Chifley decreed that the question must wait until that was decided. Public opinion was now violently anti-communist. It was to be a long wait of twenty three years before another Australian Ambassador was appointed.

He was pleased to be made Ambassador to Paris from 1950 when he was Knighted, till his retirement in 1954. In Paris he was joined by his mother Ethel, and she acted as his hostess. Ethel was then over 80, but outlived her eldest son, dying when she was 101. They lived in Blackfield, near Southampton till his death (intestate) in 1969.

Keith never married, but he had a photograph of a most beautiful dark haired lady on his chest of drawers in a bedroom so small that it was comparable to the cabin of his yacht. My wife and I asked his mother Ethel about the mysterious lady, but he had maintained perfect secrecy. The sitting room was however full of the usual autographed photographs which important people give to one another. “To Keith, with best wishes from Ike” and that sort of thing.

As the above account shows, Sir Keith led an exceptionally active and significant life, serving his country as an ANZAC on Gallipoli and throughout WWI. As a diplomat he was involved in critical circumstances in the hot spots, Tokyo, Moscow, Chungking, Indonesia, Nanking, during great historical moments. Minister for Foreign Affairs, Gordon Freeth said of him that he was “a man of great resolution and judgement in situations that were delicate and dangerous.” Ella Knibbs in her BA (Hons) thesis called him “genuinely liberal” and “a truly conservative and peculiarly Australian colonial gentleman.” (Australian/Chinese Relations 1944-49; an Analysis of the Keith Officer Years, 1980, by Ella Knibbs). See also – “Who’s Who in Australia 1962”; ADB 1940-80; Liber Melbourniensis; “Maygar’s Boys” (8th Light Horse 1914-19) by Cameron Simpson. A major obituary was in “Quadrant” and Allan Fewster (Department of Foreign Affairs) has completed his writing a biography on Keith.

Sir Keith in his full Ambassadorial uniform

Sir Keith in his full Ambassadorial uniform


My own relationship with these two distinguished brothers was mostly with Hugh Officer, who always came to visit my mother on his furloughs from India. She was then a widow, and we children always looked forward to these meetings. As a second cousin, I thought of him as more like an uncle and he had the glamour of a regular Army officer. (My father was dead and my two surviving uncles were overseas.) After his retirement he bought his cousin Harry Officer’s residence at Olinda and became famous as an ornithologist writing two books “Australian Honeyeaters” and “Australian Flycatchers”, the proceeds going to the Bird Observers Club of Australia, as well as two books of birding reminiscences. The two brothers saw each other regularly, often twice a year for extended periods. At Keith’s suggestion, they had in 1949 joined forces and walked the Cradle Mount – Lake St. Clare National Park though “hardly in good walking trim” with heavy packs. In “Recollections of a Birdwatcher”, Hugh’s account suggests that their diet and cooking were rather simplistic, perhaps because both were more used to the ministrations of professionals.

My first remembered meeting with Keith (already a family legend) was at Geelong Grammar School, where he gave an address to the more senior boys. This was in 1946, and he spent extra time with those who were considering or might consider a diplomatic career. Quite a number did indeed do so, before and after that visit.

In his retirement, Sir Keith had annual visits to Australia looking into the affairs of two companies of which he was a director, the ES&A Bank and Australian Estates. He undertook each company visit on alternating years. On such visits he travelled light, and the once elegantly tailored diplomat was usually seen in a light badly crushed travelling suit of a pale colour. He and his brother always visited my wife and me in Seymour on these occasions. We saw him on his home ground in Britain in 1956-57 and again briefly in 1965.

Both brothers were certainly “characters” though of different types. Keith liked the life in southern England, and spent much time in his yacht. He was a member of the Royal Cruising Club (or Squadron), membership requiring minimum long distance cruising. Keith liked the high life and his career as a diplomat had most certainly opened these doors for him. I remember him describing an occasion celebrating the centenary of “The Charge of the Light Brigade”, graced by descendants of Lord Lucan and Lord Cardigan in the original uniforms! As my sister Jean broadly put it, Keith collects Duchesses”, whilst “Hugh collects Bishops in northern Australia. He borrows their boats.” Certainly, to see the wildlife on remote off-shore island, one needs access to a boat.

Though he lived in England, still the centre of the old empire (or Commonwealth) he loved and served, Keith remained an Australian. He made a minor headline in “The Sunday Times” (or was it the “Sunday Observer”) when at a function an Englishman had referred to “their Queen.” “She’s our Queen too!” said Sir Keith.
(Colin Officer’s account of the Officer family)

Croix de Guerre

This following note was written by his brother, Brigadier Hugh R Officer on 26 September, 1982:

As the date for K.O.’s departure from France, en pension, approached he was informed that the French Government wished to appoint him the Legion of Honour. The policy of the British Diplomatic Service was that representatives were not permitted to accept foreign honours.

The Queen mum is reported to say that they did not like their dogs to wear other people’s dog collars.

This rule was generally waived when an ambassador was holding his final appointment before retirement. K.O. informed the Australian Government of the offer and got the reply that they would not permit him to accept the honour!

The above was explained to me at the Club (Melbourne) by Monsieur Rocher, French Ambassador to Australia, for he said he would not like me to think that the French Government had not appreciated the fine work K.O. had done. He added incidentally that Dr. Evatt has actually suggested to the French Government that they might like to give him the Legion of Honour! Hypocritically he said that of course he was not asking for the Honour as a member of the Labour Party but as President of the United Nations Security Council.

When K.O. had his farewell audience with the French President he informed him they were disappointed that they couldn’t give him the Legion of Honour, but they had looked up the rules and discovered that they could give him the Croix de Guerre without getting the prior approval of the government concerned. He said he considered that the giving of the Croix de Guerre was fully in order by reason of K.O.’s service to France in the AIF in World War One and his great service to France as Ambassador.

Keith informed the Australian Government of what had occurred and their reply was that though it was correct that they could not object to his being given the Croix as it was according to protocol but they could and did forbid him to add the medal to his array of medals!!!

It is hard to guess why they were so bloody minded but perhaps it was because he was such a close friend of Bob Menzies and Dick Casey and they feared political comment.

K.O.’s comment to me when he told me of the incident was rather typical – that at least they have saved him the considerable expense of having to have his bar of medals rearranged.

So now you know why the medal still rests in its case. Incidentally you may wonder why in view of all the above K.O. accepted the resplendent Moroccan Star. As French Ambassador he was also Ambassador to Morocco. He visited Morocco only once I believe. He could not hurt their feelings by refusing the decoration but wore it in when in Morocco.

To obtain a copy of the 2009 biography of Sir Keith “Trusty and Well Beloved” by Alan Fewster please click HERE.


Sir Keith Officer, my grandmother & their sister Jean and Brigadier Hugh Officer

Sir Keith Officer, my grandmother & their sister, Jean and Brigadier Hugh Officer

Minispurr for Sneakiness

After much consideration The Leader for the Feline Pawty of Australia, Mr Bumpy Cat, has appointed little old me as his Shadow Minispurr for Sneakiness.  He felt I was somecat who had the talents to be in charge of ASIO, the Federal Police and even Military Intelligence – in other words all the Departments that require the leadership of a sneaky feline like moi.

Your newly appointed Shadow Minispurr for Sneakiness

Your newly appointed Shadow Minispurr for Sneakiness


Should you wish to be a canditate for the Feline Pawty in the next election and help us take power please read Campaign Central and also How To B A Candidate.

More about my Policies and how I intend to bring the human parties to their knees later, but first by courtesty of my Media Liaison Officer, @JanisFelidae, we show you just two of the disguises I use when out on “sneaky business”:

Disguises of the Minispurr of Sneakiness

Disguises of the Minispurr of Sneakiness
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The first challenge I set myself was to plaster one of our campaign posters on Miss Fanta Pant’s (aka Julia Gillard) front fence at her modest home in the suburb of Altona in Melbourne’s western suburbs.  Alas, when I arrived I found there was NO fence, but as I’d already bribed the Federal Police with BabyBels I was able to araldite our Feline Pawty poster to her lounge window.  I then inspected the foundations of her home and found a swarm of feral rats nibbling away.  Without doubt that this house will be sunk by September.

The Home of Australia's present Prime Minister, Miss Fanta Pants (aka Julia Gillard)

The Home of Australia’s present Prime Minister, Miss Fanta Pants (aka Julia Gillard)
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Now it was the the turn of my fellow Panfur and Feline Pawty Candidate for Sydney Hoummous to make a visit to the Budgie Smuggler’s (aka Tony Abbott) home at Forrestville in the posh Warringah Electorate

Hoummous, Feline Pawty Candidate for Sydney

Hoummous, Feline Pawty Candidate for Sydney


Suitably decked out in a Hard Hat (with light) and steel capped working boots “H” sneaked his way onto Tony’s property.  Bravely “H” ignored the rats chewing on Mr. Abbott’s foundations and discovered a snake skin!  It is in my labaratory now for further investigation as we feel it might be the shedding of one of the many disguises of Mr. Abbott.

The Home of Australia’s Leader of the Oppostition, Mr Budgie Smuggler  (aka Tony Abbott)

The Home of Australia’s Leader of the Oppostition, Mr Budgie Smuggler (aka Tony Abbott)
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“H” also found proof that Mr Abbot really does smuggle budgies into his speedos when surfing at Dee Why.  He came across a cage filled with birdies (see following picture), but I need more evidence before I can call in the RSPCA of NSW.

Some Incriminating Evidence

Some Incriminating Evidence
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MOL Monday

This sign was put up by a Japanese Student in Sydney Road, Brunswick in Melbourne, Australia


Cat Found

Cat Found


I hope someone has told him it is a possum and all possums are protected in Victoria under the provisions of the Wildlife Act 1975. They are definitely not “house-trained”!


Cah Cah Cah!!

Cah Cah Cah!!


I read in the Sydney Morning Herald that approximately 200 dead crows had been found near Broken Hill, NSW and there was concern that they may have died from Avian Flu.

They had a Bird Pathologist examine the remains of all the crows and he confirmed, to everyone’s relief, the problem was definitely NOT Avian Flu!  However, he determined that 98% of the crows had been killed by impact with trucks, and only 2% were killed by an impact with a car.

The Broken Hill City Council then hired an Ornithological Behaviourist to determine the disproportionate percentages for truck versus car kill.  The Ornithological Behaviourist determined the cause very quickly.

When crows eat road kill, they always set up a look-out Crow in a nearby tree to warn of impending danger.

His conclusion was that all the lookout crows could say “cah” but none could say “truck”!


Vote 1 Feline Pawty

A few of you may have heard that on January 30, 2013 the Australian Prime Minister, Miss Fanta Pants (aka Julia Gillard), called a Federal Election to take place on September 7, 2013. Australians will be so sick of the campaigning by Miss Fanta Pants and the Opposition Leader, Mr Budgie Smuggler (aka Tony Abbott), that the Feline Pawty lead by the ever so handsome, Mr Bumpy Cat, will romp into power with a humongous majority.

Mr Bumpy is presently calling on all members of the Feline Pawty (including all Australian Honorary anipals) for Candidates … see Preselection.

My hoodies have elected me to stand in the “blue blood” seat of Goldstein in Victoria which is presently held by Mr Bojangles (aka Andrew Robb). My campaign strategy will be revealed in coming months.


Dont you love the poster that our fearless leader Mr Bumpy made for me?

Dont you love the poster that our fearless leader Mr Bumpy made for me?


Blooming Brilliant Blog Award

Thanks to my wonderful furiends at 3 Aussie Cats and we are truly honoured. It such a gorgeous award!

First of all, before getting down to the hard work, I want to introduce you to my furiends at 3 Aussie Cats (now 4 Aussie Cats, hehehehe). Without doubt they are the happiest, friendliest mob of cats in all of Adelaide, Australia and are very very loyal furiends.

3 (now 4) Aussie Cats

3 (now 4) Aussie Cats


The Blooming Brilliant Blog Award

The Blooming Brilliant Blog Award

The Award came with a few instructions:
1. Link back to your furiends who have honoured you – DONE!
2. Pass the award on to a minimum of 4 other blogs – SEE BELOW!
3. Answer this question: If you had a brilliant idea what would it be?

Our answer to the question is:
My brilliant idea would be (*drum roll* needed) to wave a “magic wand” to stop all anipal cruelty around the World and ensure that humans had anipal loving hearts!

I pass this award onto just two very special blogs:
1. Shiva & Jaya our Purrime Ministerettes of Planet Purrth
2. Dash Kitten who is the sweetest kindest Kiwi kitteh I know


Koala Tracker

Koala Sightings February, 2012

Koala Sightings February, 2012
Right Click for larger image


Just wanted to let you know that, yesterday on Twitter, I met Alex Harris (@koalatracker). Thank you so much @petsarefound for the introduction to this lovely lady! *whispers* how about following both these twitter accounts?

I’ll let you explore Alex’s webpage Koala Tracker but (believe me!) its worth a visit. I joined immediately (its FREE!) and captured the above picture which shows the devastation our recent floods and fires have caused our Koala population.

I’m going to ask Uncle Hugh to become a Koala Tracker as he lives in the bush!

Why I Love Thee

I’ve just been honoured to receive the sweetest Award ever from the gorgeous Savannah whose blog I admire so very much! If you haven’t already, I suggest you go and have a look at it!

This award comes with 4 requests:

1. Post the Award on your blog
2. Link the Award back to the person you gave it too and give them a big thank you!
3. Tell why you love someone, be it a human or a furiend!
4. Pass the award onto a blog (or blogs) you love!

!! Thank you Savannah !!

!! Thank you Savannah !!


Why I love Keely & Thomas!

The Archer Fambly

The Archer Fambly

It is so very simple to explain why I love these two wonderful furiends (@AngelKeely and @PuppyNumber7) – they are kind, generous and loving. When I was sad and lonely they gave me a home! They work their butts off to help anipal charities and causes on Twitter. We have shared so much laughter (and many tears) and, at times, seem to be inside each others heads – so often we tweet the exact same words! Their love for each other and their pups @ourWinniePup and #ourChloePup is a joy to behold!

Having somewhere to go is what we call home
Having someone to love, who loves us in return, is what we call family
Having both is incomparable


I pass this Award to the bloggy of my dear furiends and fambly Keely & Thomas

Save our Koalas

I know we make cute jokes about the Australian Koala and his qualifications to be known as a bear.

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Nor are we sending them off to bear training camps


In all honesty we are proud that they are definitely not bears but are arboreal herbivorous marsupials native to Australia – The Koala

The simple facts are that Koalas are rapidly disappearing from the Australian landscape…

There are estimated to be less than 100,000 koalas remaining in Australia, considerably less due to the recent disastrous Victorian bush fires and Queensland floods.

Koala after treatment for severe burns :(

Koala after treatment for severe burns 😦


It is incumbent on us to protect those koalas and endangered species remaining not only for our growing tourism industry but for future generations. Currently, Koalas are predicted to become extinct in the wild by 2020.

Considering we are in the Sixth Mass Extinction of all species, it is imperative that we understand that human survival depends on biodiversity.

The Wildlife Protection Council needs your financial assistance to help us protect our Koalas. An excellent webpage outlining all the problems facing Australia Wildlife.


Please click the logo to be taken to AWPC donation page!

Please click the logo to be taken to AWPC donation page!


Help us see the growth of a healthy Koala population in Australia.

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Anthropomorphic Collective Nouns for Animals

You may be familiar with a

Herd of Cattle

Herd of Cattle


Flock of Chickens

Flock of Chickens


School of Fish

School of Fish


Gaggle of Geese

Gaggle of Geese


Pride of Lions

Pride of Lions


But you may not have heard of a

Murder of Crows (and their cousins - the Rooks and Ravens)

Murder of Crows (and their cousins – the Rooks and Ravens)


And what about an

Exaltation of Doves

Exaltation of Doves


And, presumably because they look so wise a

Congress of Owls

Congress of Owls


Now consider what is thought to be the loudest of all primates and ponder on what is the proper collective noun for this group

Parliament of Baboons

Parliament of Baboons


Guess it explains a lot!

Parliament of Australia

Parliament of Australia

Animal Welfare Challenge Blog Hop

Animals Australia are my heros!


They truly are the voice of Australian Animals

They truly are the voice of Australian Animals


The creative team who gave this little pig wings and voices to the millions of animals suffering in Australian factory farms has been recognised internationally with a Mobius Award — the Oscars of the advertising world.

The coveted award, judged by a panel of international experts, recognised the outstanding visual effects that brought to life the little winged pig in Animals Australia’s Make it Possible TV ads and videos.

The concept was developed by Animals Australia and our pro bono advertising agency LOUD, with post-production specialists FSM animating our hero pig so she could plead her own case for a kinder world, then sprout wings and fly to freedom. Her backdrop was footage of animals from real factory farms throughout Australia.

With the TV ad already reaching 3 million people across the country and the campaign videos viewed over 320,000 times online, Make it Possible is having a HUGE IMPACT and inspiring positive change for the millions of animals suffering in factory farms around the world. Nearly 100,000 caring Australians have already pledged to help create a world without factory farming.

Experience the powerful and poignant video for yourself and take the pledge below:



Click on this picture to make your Pledge

Click on this picture to make your Pledge


Please take the PLEDGE to make it possible to live in a world withour factory farming – a win all round!


Please click on the picture of Rumpy, Dee Dee & June Buggy to visit their Animal Welfare Challenge Blog Hop

Please click on the picture of Rumpy, Dee Dee & June Buggy to visit their Animal Welfare Challenge Blog Hop

Thank You Rumpy, Dee Dee & June Buggy for giving me this challenge!

Liebster Blog Award

OMC I heard a distant Ka-Ching and was so delighted when I went to investigate the blog of Shiva & Jaya to find I’d been nominated for the:

The Liebster Award - Discover New Blogs!

The Liebster Award – Discover New Blogs!

With this award there are a few different things to do:

1. Thank the purrson who gave you the award and link back to their blog
2. Share five things about yourself
3. Answer the five questions (at bottom of page)
4. Replace those questions with five new questions to be answered by your five nominated bloggers
5. Name your five nominated bloggers (with less than 200 readers) and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog, on facebook or a tweet!
6. Copy and paste the award on your blog
7. Hope that the bloggers you’ve presented with the award forward it to their five favorite up-and-coming bloggers and keep it going!

So here is me sharing 5 things you may not know about me:
1. I will not sit on huMum’s lap
2. I am scared of children
3. I am NOT scared of gianormous ferocious wild bushy tailed possums
4. I only have 7 nipples (don’t ask)
5. I miss my #bestie @toughteddybear very much

"Purrime Ministerette Pees On Purrth Award"

“Purrime Ministerette Pees On Purrth Award”

I wish to thank Shiva & Jaya for presenting me with this Liebster Award as well as their personal Pees on Purrth Award! They have set me 5 very difficult questions to answer and, as I’ve taken this job so seriously, I’ve called on the might of Google to ensure I get my facts straight.

1. What song makes the soundtrack of your life?

Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” because of these lines:

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

2. Who is your favorite politicat and why?

Think this is a trick question because it has to be a draw between Shiva and Jaya as they are the only politicats I know! They seem to be able to manage Purrth pretty well, even if they do live in England and only visit the Colonies when they need to remember what a sun puddle feels like *sniggers*.

3. What kind of anipal scares you the most?

Mean humans pretending to be Anipals so that they can steal our money, hurt our feelings and bully us so that that we and many others leave twitter. Makes me so sad and mad! *HISSSSSSSSS*

4. If you could be human for one day, what would you teach Planet Purrth about love and friendship?

If I could be a human for a day then I’d like to give my my fellow humankind a double-whammy, life-time lasting injection filled with “kindness” and “sharing” so that they immediately realise that wars and guns are not needed. Then, for the first time ever, children and anipals would be safe in kind loving homes.

5. If you could travel to a far-away destination on Planet Purrth, where would it be and why?

HuMum has travelled to many places in the world but the one place she found true happiness was living on a house boat on Dal Lake in the middle of the Kashmir Valley in Srinagar. The beauty of the many and varied Mughal Gardens are inspirational. I think she and I would like to live out our lives there surrounded by peace, beauty and illumination.

The J and J Houseboat on Dal Lake

The J and J Houseboat on Dal Lake


Thank you Shiva & Jaya so much for setting me this mission, I hope that you are pleased with my modest blog contribution.



Jessie’s 3rd Degree:
1. Recommend a book that you or your staff have read that you feel my huMum would like.
2. Show us a picture of your favourite flower, preferably from your garden but understand if you have to use Google.
3. How do you express your love for those close to you.
4. Name an all time favourite film of you or your staff.
5. Do you find all this just a bit tedious?

Jessie’s Nominees:
.   Pepper’s Paws by @PepperPom
.   We are Siamese if you please! by @MiaandManu
.   Cotton’s Cottage by @furrycotton
.   The Best Me That I Can Be by @grrlysquirrel75
.   Keely and Thomas by @AngelKeely & @PuppyNumber7

The Next Big Thing Award

The Next Big Thing Award

The Next Big Thing Award


The rules for this Award state that I am to thank the wonderful person who nominated me:

The Stunning Cathy Keisha

The Stunning Cathy Keisha

Please meet Cathy Keisha who is ever so famous for her blog, Stunning Keisha.  Dear Cathy I am so happy to receive this award and sincerely thank you for bestowing such an honour on me.

Now I am to give the Award to 5 other deserving recipients – “drum roll” – I nominate:

1. Janis Felidae and her huMum of the blog, Catonauts.  Janis and her huMum live in Germany but they have a wonderful grasp of English and think of themselves as having been Australians in a previous life.  Janis plays a wicked game of Australian Rules football!

2. Bumpy Cat blog with the original name, Mr Bumpy Cat.  I adore visiting this blog and highly recommend to you all.

3. Angel Keely & Thomas Archer’s blog, Keely and Thomas.  Keely & Thomas share their lives with us including those of their offspring #ourWinnie and #ourChloePup.  I get to feature too as I’m the pup’s Nanny *chuckles*.

4. Gemma’s blog, Gemma’s Little Gems.  We get to experience life through Gemma’s big eyes, her adventures are a hoot.

5. Billy also has a very original name for his blog, Billy The Pig.  Without doubt this is my favourite weekly blog to read as I either am sobbing or laughing very loudly.

I hope my 5 recipients are suitable impressed and, in turn, that we will soon see who they pass this prestigeous Award onto.


Posing for my Award Picture *giggles*

Posing for my Award Picture *giggles*

Farewell #bestie

Last Picture of Teddy Bear taken on December 16, 2012

Last Picture of Teddy Bear taken on December 16, 2012

This is the hardest post I have ever had to write. A few simple words and my world came tumbling down around me:

Now I have some sad news. TeddyBear, my baby, went OTRB this (1-3-13) at 10:30 am. He got out last night. We didn’t find him all night. I was in and out looking for him. I saw him this morning coming up the path but he didn’t look right so took him to the vet. He had extensive injuries and the Vet said it looked like he could have been hit by a car … treatment of his injuries may be too much for Teddy to endure and, then said, it probably wouldn’t do him any good. So I made the painful decision to ease his suffering and let him go. Yours sincerely TeddyBear’s Mom

My heartfelt condolences to Teddy’s Mom and his human Sissy, please know I’m just a DM or email away … can you feel the warmth of our hugs?

My heart is broken and huMum is not much better. I’m wiping her eyes while I dictate to her as she can’t see the screen.

So instead of continuing to portray our grief I’m going to remember the wonderful times I’ve had with my #bestie, @toughteddybear a true gentleman of Twitter. Teddy would want us to celebrate his life not mourn it.

I met him just 28 months ago when he was still a kitten in my eyes but he had the wisdom of a 100 year old elephant. Think he was number 38 on my list of followers! Through him I met his girlfuriend, @LilyLuWhoT and they got me involved in the lives of so many twitter anipals.


Teddy proposing to Lily --- awwwe

Teddy proposing to Lily — awwwe

Hey #bestie I know you are reading this – do you remember when you bashfully *whispered* to me that you wanted to ask Lily to be your wife? Oh we had so much fun preparing your proposal but I had to sit biting my nails in background! Think I let out the loudest full-blooded YEOWL when she said yes.


Just one of Teddy's gifts to Lily to celebrate the 12 days of Christmas, 2011

Just one of Teddy’s gifts to Lily to celebrate the 12 days of Christmas, 2011

Then came your monster task of preparing a gift every day of the 12 days of Christmas and, again, I was like a voyeur seeing Lily’s delight when each day you gave her a new present.

With you and Lily safely engaged our anipal furiends began to accept that you and I were just #besties. They understood that a girl and boy cat could have a platonic relationship. Lily became my close girl furiend and she understood that when she was asleep and you had the zoomies (around your 2:00 am) we’d often meet and chase each other around twitter and our homes and gardens. Oh the delicious food we nommed in each other’s kitchens … hehehe remember the cream fight?


Teddy's 1st Birthday

Teddy’s 1st Birthday

On March 10, 2011 Lily organized your 1st Birthday in Pawty in Puerto Rico and you were crowned King for a day.


No more air guitar for Teddy!

No more air guitar for Teddy!

And you received a guitar as a present!




Time marched on but each time we met it was just pure joy. Remember your happiness when you realised you were #SuperTeddy?


The Bridal Party

The Bridal Party

Toast to the Bride and Groom

Toast to the Bride and Groom

Finally in the beginning of October, 2012 I was so very proud to stand beside you as your #BestCat when you eloped with Lily during the Love Boat’s visit to Bermuda.


These are just a few memories of my time with TeddyBear … I’m inviting you to use the comments page of this blog to remind Teddy, his Mom, his human Sissy and beautiful wife, Lily, of your special time with this wonderful furiend of ours.

Dedicated to TeddyBear’s Mom and his human Sissy:

When I am gone, release me. Let me go
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears.
Be happy that we had so many beautiful years.
I gave to you my love. You can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it’s time I travelled on alone.
So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must.
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It’s only for a while that we must part,
So bless the memories within your heart.
I won’t be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can’t see or touch me, I’ll be near.
And if you listen with your heart,
You’ll hear all my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone,
I’ll greet you with a smile and say welcome home…
By Anonymous

Happy New Year




There have been many times in 2012 when I may have:
Disturbed you
Troubled you
Pestered you
Irritated you
Bugged you
Today I just want to tell you
You will get the same from me in 2013!


Angry Jessie – meowh!
Lonely Jessie – mieowh 😦
Happy Jessie – meawh! 😀
Bored Jessie – miaow!
Caring Jessie – meaowh
Loveable Jessie – purrrrrrr

Thank You

To see the larger picture – left click on it!

To see the larger picture – left click on it!


I was nosing around today and saw this great idea on the blog of @PumpkingPuddy “Adventures of a Suburban Kitty” and *whispers* I stole it, the idea that is!

You may or may not be aware but I’m not impressed with huMum taking my picture so I made myself scant … it was dawn and, as you know, that is prime time for catching mice before they return to their nests after a night scavenging in the bins at school football oval behind my home.

Sorry there are SO MANY cards (chuckles as huMum only received 5 and one of those was from her accountant so it doesn’t count) you may not be able to see yours but I promise you it is there!  Did you see all my pressies?  *Rubs Paws*

OK it is time to fess-up … I’ve been overwhelmed with the generosity of my furiends and went on strike!  I’m refusing to play with my toys when huMum is awake.  Its another matter when she is asleep as, gradually, I’m emptying my toy box and giving each a thorough inspection (and a bite or bunny kick to check quality).

The point of this post is to to thank YOU (yes I’m looking at YOU).  The kindness and love experienced has made this festive period one that will always bring smiles to our faces and warm feelings in our hearts.

Nap time, bye-bye for now!


Project ANZAC Secret Santas


A few months ago the gorgeous @clingycat had the bright idea that anipals from Australia and New Zealand (ANZACs) should all participate in Secret Santa.  This meant we all went in a draw and we would be Secret Santa for the anipal chosen for us.  The two things my huMum is really good at are organising and nagging.

Our pawty, to open the pressies, is going to be held tonight (Sunday, 23 December, 2012) and I’m so very excited!  Can’t wait to see what everybody has received.  I have *sad ears* though as huMum hid my pressie when it arrived courtesy of Mr. Postie and, she now tells me, she can’t remember where she hid it! 

The following picture are all my fellow #ProjectASS (Project ANZAC Secret Santa) participants:

@Archie_Pup @BakerTheBrit, @Baxter_man, @Charshy_pup, @clingycat (Jazz & Captain Worm-Sparrow), @DashKitten, @Gemmathepuppy, @HoummousTheCat, @isagold, @JessieJaney, @PepiSmartDog, @piggusbiggus, @prestoniam, @PuppyNumber7, @RugerBlue, @rumblepurr, @scarletthekat, @TashtheBeagle, @TheRealStinky, @wallasEkatt and @WhatdoingDugal


To see the larger animated picture - left click on it!

To see the larger animated picture – left click on it!


Happy Australian Festive Season



Six White Boomers

Six White Boomers


An Australian Carol by Rolf Harris called Six White Boomers

In australia, Christmas comes in the middle of a very hot summer.
So when santa claus delivers his presents he’s not taken around by reindeer
because they can’t stand the terrible heat. He’s taken around by six big, white,
old man kangaroos called the six white boomers.

Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kangaroo
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo
Mummy, where’s my mummy, they’ve taken her a-way
We’ll help you find your mummy son, hop on the sleigh

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped
But they had’nt gone far when Santa stopped
Un-harnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat
Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet
Into one popped Joey, feeling quite OK
While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Joey said to Santa, Santa, what about the toys
Aren’t you giving some to these girls and boys
They’ve all got their presents son, we were here last night
This trip is an extra trip, Joey’s special flight

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar
Slow down there, cried Santa, it can’t be far
Come up on my lap son, and have a look around
There she is, that’s mummy, bounding up and down

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run

Well that’s the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had
Curled up in mother’s pouch all snug and glad
The last they saw was Santa headed northward from the sun
The only year the boomers worked a double run

Six white boomers, snow white boomers
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun
Six white boomers, snow white boomers
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run



Happy Festive Season to all our Twitter furiends With love and xxx’s from Jessie and Jane

Happy Festive Season to all our Twitter furiends
With love and xxx’s from Jessie and Jane

I killed the Vacuum!

It is DEAD!

It is DEAD!


I did, I did!  To be honest I didn’t actually kill it but I was indirectly responsible for its temporary death!

Think I’ve told you that it is mouse season in Melbourne.  Every late Spring, early Summer they seem to appear from nowhere.  If you are not aware, then I’m here to tell you, that mice breed like “rabbits”.  I think they practice all winter long and when the jacaranda blossom appears so do the baby mice.   Being a very noble panfur I let them grow until they are at least 5cm long (not including their tails) before I go on safari.

So huMum has been getting a lot of exercise this week as I have produced a mouse a night (except Tuesday).  As she is only too familiar with the peculiar miaow I make when my mouth is full, the chase is on before I have a chance to proudly display my catch.  To my chagrin I was twice tricked into giving up my live squeaking prey; the third I got bored with and left him in kitchen (see HERE) to be buried by huMum in the green wheelie bin.

So what happed to the fourth mouse?  I let huMum chase me up and down the hallway, in and out the study, bedroom, bathroom and even in and out of the “little girl’s room” (whatever that means).  For goodness sake I wish humans would call a spade a shovel and their litter tray a toilet or if they are Australian a “dunny” or the “boghole”!  I digress.  Where were we?  Ah that’s right in the middle of the chase.  After at least 10 hours oops minutes, I made the mistake of ducking out my cat door and huMum shut the door from the laundry to passage and *wail* I couldn’t get back into the house.

She turned on the garden lights to watch what I got up to with my “mouthful” of mouse but was distracted by the telephone.  The next time she checked I was sitting with *innocent ears* at the patio doors paw pointing at my empty mouth (just like my all-time hero “Simon’s Cat”) and miaowing to be let in.  Chuckling to myself here as I know I’m annoying the dickens out of you with all this waffling on and never, seemingly, to get to the point of my story.  That is why its called a yarn or is that yawn?

The next day Sandy, our delightful cleaning lady, was busily vacuuming and got to the laundry when, from my the top of the garage roof, I heard a huge THWACK and the stereo (on which Pink had been playing) went off as did the vacuum.  As Sandy and huMum were muttering a lot I had to come down from my perch to check out what was going on.

Yes *paw punches the air* the vacuum was lying in pieces in the middle of the hall and huMum was telling Sandy “something must have blown it up?”.

I don’t think huMum was very pleased as she had to reset the house power trip-switch and reboot the computer, then carry the dead vacuum to her car.  I waved her goodbye from the living room window as she drove out, presumably to the vacuum graveyard

She reappeared about two hours later and I was ever so pleased as it was nearly dinner time.  One look at her face told me that I was in deep doo doo yet again and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.  Worse still the dreaded vacuum was back!  There is nothing more dire than huMum in a bad mood so I tried to appease her with much rubbing of her legs, gentle mews and loud purrs but instead of a pat and a scritch I got sent to the naughty chair!  Once ensconced she told me that the vacuum repair man charged her $55 to repair the blown fuse and showed her the cause.  Yes!  You guessed it, my fourth mouse!

Unbeknownst to huMum, while she was gossiping on the phone the previous night I’d bought the fourth mouse back through my cat door into the laundry but as the door to the passage was so rudely closed I had dropped him and, being a very smart mouse, he’d had taken up residence under the washing machine.  Sandy being a very thorough housekeeper had directed the vacuum right to his new home and swooped him up!  TWACK!

To all you vacuum fearing cats out there, you now know there is a way to slay them but be prepared for the consequences.  HuMum did not get over her sooky mood for at least two hours!

Nap time, bye-bye for now!

Stairway to Adventures

My stairway to adventures!

My stairway to adventures!

Stairway to Adventures!

*whispers* we wrote this story months ago but it went missing … *scratching ears* #PhantomStoryThief

Do you remember I wrote about huMum telling me on our first day together that my Uncle would build steps to help me climb our 9 foot fence? It took him ages to get it done as he always had other chores to do for huMum and I had proved to them that I was very capable of scaling the fence without their help.

About 10 days after arriving at my forever home, I gave huMum a big heartache when I went out to explore my new neighbourhood. I left at 7:00 am, just after breakfast, and didn’t return until 8:00 pm! Please don’t tell huMum that I have admitted to being just a tad lost. I could hear her calling me but I kept being distracted by all the birds, finding possum nests, watching the kids play Aussie rules football in the park and, best of all, climbing a tree and teasing the dog in a garden about half a kilometre away, plus locating some really great places for cat naps. Eventually, as I was so hungry, I had to go home and, I must admit, it was a great relief to see our roof from my perch in yet another tree. Talk about a fuss when I pushed through my cat-flap and miaowed “I’m home!” HuMum didn’t know whether to cry and cuddle or be stern and lecture. It ended up being a mixture. It also was my first time on the naughty chair, but that is another story.

I did learn a big lesson, huMum was happy for me to explore but if I heard her call “Jessie” then I knew it was time to go home. We made a pact that I’d never worry her like that again!

I also learned that she was not too impressed with me sitting on the roof of our neighbour’s house and this confused me as she was happy for me to sit on our roof. So what if their roof is double the height of our roof, right? Wrong, I could see huMum looking out the kitchen window, then rushing to the patio doors screaming out my name with her hand over her mouth and terror in her eyes. Oh dear, I was in deep doo doo! It only took me about two minutes to get home but I think I was responsible for her looking so very pale. Another hour on the naughty chair and another lesson learned. I still regularly visit that tall roof but I make sure huMum is safely tucked up, snug as a bug, in bed.

Stair Construction

In the summer of early 2006, huMum and Uncle disappeared in her car so, as is my practice, I patiently waited at the front window for their return. Finally they got home and there was so much new gear in the hatch for me to investigate. A 2×10 plank of wood, hammer, nails, drill, saw, brackets, tape measure – the garage and courtyard were full of all this mannish equipment!

They measured the long plank of pine-smelling wood and, using the saw, cut it into 4 bits. I heard huMum nagging my Uncle, “Make sure they are big enough for her to sit on!” I felt a bit sorry for him because she was getting in his way and he was muttering under his breath. Eventually he told her to go and make them a ‘cuppa’. Now it was my turn to help him so I organised all his zinc nails in a row and then pushed them over to him as they were needed. (Not really, but it does make the story more entertaining.) Truth be told, I spent most of my time up on the roof looking down because the loud hammering and sawing noises were scary.

You will have to use your imagination – we have the ugly side of the fence facing our courtyard, i.e. the side with the horizontal beams. Although huMum has made it look beautiful with jasmine, azaleas and camellias, it meant the fence was perfect for the assembly of my stairs as it gave Uncle a place to attach each step. He not only nailed the steps to the horizontal fence beams but, to brace them, he put three brackets under each step so I could land heavily without fear that they would fall off. His tour de force was the top step which is bigger than the others and allows me to sun bake and peep through the jasmine covered lattice. It is my favourite outdoor niche as it smells wonderful in summer; I get to spy on the neighbours and hide from huMum all at the same time.

“No! Why should I get off the roof onto those steps?” I miaowed when huMum tried to get me to test the stairs. “I’m happy up here, thank you very much. Oh is that cheese I smell.” I try to reach down from the top of the lattice where I’m precariously balancing but huMum has put it just out of my reach so I jump down onto the top step. “Wow this is so very excellent!” They make me go up and down my stairs three times just to prove the steps will carry my weight! How exciting, no more climbing the tall fence. I have the best Uncle and huMum a cat could have, so I gave them lots of nudges and leg rubs to show my gratitude.

For your information I can now, at full speed, make it from the kitchen, via dining room, the passage and the cat-flap in the laundry, to the roof in 5 seconds!”

Nap time, bye-bye for now!

Two for Two

A Purrfect Mouthful + a bit to Share

A Purrfect Mouthful + a bit to Share

Success is MINE!  Summer is only two days old and I have managed to catch and slay a mouse a night (plus one last week when it was still Spring), two geckos and a worthless moth.  I truly am the great panfur huntress.

To remind you of my exploits I redirect you back to an earlier blog Mice/Rats Beware! which I hope gives you a giggle and explains my life in suburban Melbourne a little.

Nap time, bye-bye for now!

Giving a Pill

Mutant cat from Hell

Mutant cat from Hell


How to give a Cat a Pill

1. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby.  Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cats mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand.  As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth.  Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa.  Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws tightly with left hand.  Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger.  Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe.  Call spouse in from the garden.

6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees.  Hold front and rear paws.  Ignore low growls emitted by cat.  Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth.  Drop pill down ruler and rub cat’s throat vigorously.

7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail.   Get another pill from foil wrap.  Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains.  Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit.  Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.

9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans and drink one beer to take taste away.  Apply Band-Aid to spouse’s forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10. Retrieve cat from neighbour’s shed.  Get another pill.  Open another beer.  Place cat in cupboard, and close door onto neck, to leave head showing.  Force mouth open with dessert spoon.  Flick pill down throat with elastic band.

11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges.  Drink beer.  Fetch bottle of scotch.  Pour shot, drink.  Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot.  Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect.  Toss back another shot.  Throw tee-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

12. Call fire brigade to retrieve the cat from the top of the tree across the road.  Apologise to neighbour who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat.  Take last pill from foil wrap.

13. Using heavy-duty pruning gloves from shed, tie the little !&#%’s front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table.  Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak.  Be rough about it.  Hold head vertically and pour two pints of water down throat to wash pill down.

14. Consume remainder of scotch.  Get spouse to drive you to the hospital.  Sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye.  Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.

15. Phone Vet to arrange two weeks of daily appointments for mutant cat from hell.

Dumb Dog

How to give a Dog a Pill

1. Wrap it in bacon.

2. Toss it in the air.

3. Say “Good dog!”

Super Sweet Blogging Award

Yesterday I received the Super Sweet Blogging Award from my Adelaide twitter mate @WhatdoingDugal and was so very honoured. You can visit his site by clicking HERE.

My next task is to pass the pawsome award on to some twitter furiends who are also very SWEET.

@mariodacat has such an amusing and informative blog (click HERE)

@PuppyNumber7 his blog tell about their wonderful life in Queensland (click HERE)

@RumpyDog reading his blog is a daily part of my life (click HERE)

@piggusbiggus nobody should miss reading this amusing blog (click HERE)

@PepiSmartDog so genuine and such a furiend, exceptional blog (click HERE)

Thank you so much Dugal for passing on the Award. Furiends I do hope you go and visit the abovementioned blogs, xxx’s with love!

Thankful Thursday – The Volunteers

I’m not too bright about blog hops so click on the picture above to link back to @PepiSmartDog’s Blog – they don’t call him “smart” for nothing … and it is a fabulous idea!

I’m thankful for the 700 volunteers who keep things going at Melbourne’s Lort Smith Animal Hospital.

The Lort Smith Animal Hospital provides high quality veterinary care at a reduced cost for the pets of people in need as well as shelter services for injured, surrendered and abandoned pets that have no-one to care for them. A unique phenomenon: a hospital that is commited to both animal welfare and to social welfare.

Thomas – His Mantras

My darling furiend and employer on Twitter whispered to me the other day he had written down a set of Mantras which he was reciting to himself a few times a day in an effort to become the most purrfect dog on all of Twitter.  So I thought I might help him a little by adding the following picture to my bloggie.  Yes @PuppyNumber7 (aka Thomas) is indeed handsome, very special and I know how proud I am of him, as too is his Nan and Pop, for attempting this most difficult journey to ‘self-improvement’.


Left click on the picture for a larger image.

Graeme The Melbourne Train Spotting Feline

Graeme the cat may not look anything special – but he has gained rock star status in his home town of Melbourne, Australia because he drops off and picks up his owner from the train station every day.

Nicole Weinrich, Graeme’s owner, told Australian newspaper the Herald Sun:  ‘He always seems to know which train carriage I’m in and will be sitting there behind the yellow line when the doors open.’

Speaking to the paper, she said Graeme, who is believed to be about 12, had slept rough on the streets before being rescued by the RSPCA six years ago.  He was about to be put down when he was rescued by Nicole and has lived a happy life ever since, escorting his owner to and from the station.  Altogether now – aaaaw!

A Box Tower for Rufus

The maker of the video wrote:

“A present for my cat ‘Rufus’. He began to resent me due to painful ear drops to fix an infection. I would return from work and he would run from me! Now the ears are better I wanted to do something to show my gratitude for his putting up with my torture. Rufus loves boxes as all cats do so this is what I made for him. The music is from my brother Ollie’s band, ‘Parallel Lions’, I hope you don’t mind me using it bro. Enjoy!”

This touching video by Brian Brown of Melbourne who advised “I suffered with anxiety and he (Rufus) helped me through it and I’m fully recovered,” has gone viral on YouTube since it was uploaded last weekend.


HuMum and I found this today via a furiend and it is so beautiful, peaceful and fills us with a sense of serenity. It was produced by the famous Louis Schwartzberg, also known as Louie Schwartzberg, who is an American director, producer, and cinematographer.

“Beauty and seduction, I believe, is nature’s tool for survival, because we will protect what we fall in love with.” … Louie Schwartzberg

Spend 10 minutes watching it and I’m sure you will feel better about your day … xxx’s with love, Jessie