Poor Puddy Tat - pog - @ 20six.co.uk

On the road to Marrakech
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Poor Puddy Tat

On my way to the gym last night (just thought I'd drop that in - ouch ouch ouch), I had a call from Chefboy.
You may recall that Chefboy and Beau have just emerged from over 6 weeks of 16 hour days, 7 day weeks, working on shots for a film that will be out in not-too-long. Their plan was to take some time out - clear the mountains of washing that have built up in their flat, get their heating system fixed (they've had no hot water for weeks due to a leaking tank) and go on holiday somewhere nice and warm to kick back for a bit.
So, I was a tad surprised to hear "Hi darlin'! We might be going to Prague on Monday for a couple of weeks work. Any chance you could look after the Howling Cat?"
Of course I can. Their flat is huge and has all mod cons - and broadband and cable and my bedroom there is almost as big as my whole flat. The kitchen has every gadget you might ever want to play with.
And it's about time I got my revenge on the Howling Cat after the way he behaved last time I was in charge.
I am looking forward to sneaking up on him just as he settles down for a snooze after having done his best to keep me up all night and miaowing loudly in his furry ear. Who knew a cat could jump that high?
Mwaahahahahahaha .....

30.3.07 09:57

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amillionpieces / Website (30.3.07 11:09)
Haha! Great, get them to stay away all the time and you can get squatters rights. I like the cat scheme too, they need putting in their place.

pog (30.3.07 11:24)
This cat in particular needs to know he's not the boss.
Mind you, I can say that when he's not sitting in front of me tapping his paw and giving me the eye of Satan.

Daxy / Website (30.3.07 15:29)
Gym?
Hmm, must be the wrong Pog. Come back real Pog, this impostor has stolen your false identity.
*munches his way through Pog's biscuits*

pog (30.3.07 15:45)
Don't worry Daxy - the shock of going to the gym twice in one week means I have to leave the office early today to go to,not one, but 3 drinks do's.
God help my liver.
Still, at least I don't eat biscuits, ay?

Daxy / Website (30.3.07 15:57)
*offers Pog a Digestive*

Jack Dalton (1.4.07 00:39)
Can you iron a cat? After it's been through a washing machine and a tumble dry (low heat of course)?

;-)

Moobs / Website (1.4.07 23:27)
My cat is looking at me disapprovongly for even visiting your website. I'm not sure it is wise to cross the feline mafia.

Spam text genius: UPFUR

pog (2.4.07 13:23)
No, really, Daxy - I don't eat biscuits.
I could certainly try, Jack.
Careful moobs - I remember what your cat did last time it disapproved of something you did - didn't it involve stealth poo?