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Thanks Tag

I have been tagged by the gorgeous Bobbi Boi to name 5 things I am thankful for in the last year.
1. I'm thankful that I have a comfy house to sleep in, not to mention a comfy office chair!
2. I'm thankful that Mummy rescued me from next door's Jack Russell.
3. I'm thankful that I am still Mummy's Baby even after I bit her and you can still see the marks on her arm!
4. I'm thankful for all my friends on Catster. With friends all things are possible, even building a rocket to send Jack Russells to the moon, MOL!
5. I'm thankful for my sisfurs, even if Zephyr tries to eat all the food and Bunty is a bit of a wet sock, and for my furmummy Orkney who oversees us all with the iron glove in the velvet fist, and for my furbuddy Tara, another wet sock, but I love them all!
Off to find some furs to tag
Purrs
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Ground Control to Major Tyson

Tyson, next door's evil Jack Russell, squeezed under our front gate today and came looking for me. Fortunately I was inside, which neatly foiled whatever dastardly plan he was hatching.
Mummy says that scientists have discovered 32 new planets. If any of them require colonisation, may I suggest that we build a rocket and load it up with all the cat-chasing Jack Russells. Tyson can be the commander. Then - lift-off for new frontiers in space! MOL!

I will not let that dog spoil my birthday!

Last year on the eve of our birthdays I was chased under the house by the evil Jack Russell next door, and it took a whole 24 hours before I was game to come out again. He's obviously decided to repeat the feat 12 months later as a kind of Chase The Cat anniversary. Mummy was inside washing the dishes when she heard a terrible commotion from the feed shed which adjoins our house, thumping and crashing and barking and screaming. She rushed outside to see me trying to emerge from the shed through the cat flap that leads into our garden, and was horrified to realise that the Jack Russell had me by the tail! She and the lady next door managed to get him to let go and I bolted for the carport, but the dogs cornered me in there, so I shinned up the nearest tree and got wedged in a fork and almost impaled on a broken-off branch. I was terrified, clinging on for dear life, crying and drooling with fear and pain. The lady next door grabbed a ladder and Mummy shinned up it to get me. I was too scared to let go of the tree so while Mummy gripped me, her friend prised my paws off with a broom. I was so traumatised I screamed and bit Mummy's arm really badly. I felt really bad that I bit Mummy but I didn't know what I was doing. She managed to hold me long enough to get me safely down into the garden. They left me alone to calm down so I went up my safe tree and spent the afternoon there.