My Triathlon

I didn't quite swim, but I got interested in the concept by  looking at the sea from the Cottage. I know we have a blue flag here, I know the sea is visible from my front door, but I cant get over the idea of the indignity of it. The nearest lake for freshwater swimming is the Boating Lake, not quite the Serpentine but certainly the Filey Equivalent. No, I wont find my way there.I haven't got an entourage, just HIM and HER and they are more interested in sitting at their Beach Hut watching their grandchildren on the beach. After all , it is their 40th WA and  The Big Forest have immortalized me in felt.

Poor me, my training on the road with wheels has been all in my mind too. I have been to Cayton Carr so many times in the last months, but only on wheels propelled  by internal combustion, not energy from Jelly Whiskas.

The running , well that is where I have triumphed.

I managed to get out of the front door yesterday. 

 I did a few circuits of the footpaths, ran along the ravine, and then had a long rest in the undergrowth for 2 hours, I am old you understand . and not on anything. I could hear THEM calling my name. I could hear neighbours of THEM calling my name,  but I was enjoying the moment, my uniathlon success. 

Is ok! OUR first night in Cottage

I quite like it. It smells of home anyway.
I was taken from Kiaora this morning to the Vet Lady (who I adore). She gave me something to calm me and then got her assistant to take out all my tangles on my tum with scissors. I had my teeth done too. I had had nothing to eat so was quite famished when I got to the cottage. SHE had to go and get me the prescribed Chicken . Thank God HE didnt really hear vet lady say give him some scrambled egg but only the or chicken bit. It was pouring with rain but still SHE went in search of a cooked Chicken, SPAR no,Butchers1 no,Butchers 2 no, so SHE had to go to T...... Never mind your Principles say I , It was DELICIOUS.
Ive had a good smell round the cottage. There are plenty of hiding places for me. I've already hidden under the desk, and in the shower room. I can see out of the new cat flap on to the yard. I think I'll manage, I heard THEM say that when I can go out THEY might just cut a flap out of the back gate so I can go into the wilds of the Ravine.
SHE is just getting the snacks ready for HOMEGROUP tonight,  Healthy ones of course, pineapple and grapes and stuff, and whilst HE is going upstairs to get something I am going to sneak up and see what its like in the rest of my NEW HOME.

I am trying to be positive too.........

I see that SHE has been looking at the post that Pam Roberts has put on the Parish Blog. Its all very well for the church, but what about ME I say.

THEY think I have no feelings, that  no one has consulted me about the future really IRKS me. I have never made much of a fuss. I sit around and have to listen to THEIR choice on the radio. I have to sit around and listen to THEIR  Talking all day long. I have to look pretty and look and purr at THEIR friends every Wednesday night, THEIR daughter and her LITTLE HIMS most weekends, and do you Know Ben they have not once consulted me about MY FUTURE as they steam on with THEIR own FUTURE PLANS. 

Do THEY  think I have no feelings? Do THEY even realise that moving away from KIAORA could be very disturbing for an old feline. Where will I catch birds, where will I look out  from if we don't  have a drive? How will my public get to see me sitting around and gracing this pretty garden with my elegant presence?

I have looked at Pam's Post  myself. I am going to try and be positive too..........

Do get another cat

http://haydonhill.blogspot.com/

I've written to her cyberfriend Ray oka Daydreamer, to encourage her to get another cat. After all we are worth our weight in gold aren't we.

The Conference season

Well it might be that season for speeches, although I notice that Seaside venues are no longer de rigueur by the political parties of this island nation. I would have thought that Filey could  have been a really suitable venue for a gathering of the nations top political dogs, after all the top cats are here.

Filey has plenty of Band B accommodation of the sort that ordinary people like-clean and good value for money, and wifi when the wind is in the right direction ,and plenty of parking for the Media. After all Filey was the place of Sugartown and Nick Cranes Coast.

It is a good place to shop ,to buy presents for wags or habs*, of phallic rock novelties, and craft necklaces , or Chocs from our well loved shop Sterchis  now in Hope Street.

Filey is also an ideal place for transport links to London or Newcastle, has a landing strip for personal jets at Grindale and a Roman jetty and plenty of places to eat before 6pm.

I of course would make a good politician. I am good to look at, have no trouble speaking my mind, am loyal and well read. Although I have not been to a Public School  I know how to behave in Public, have good manners, and am upright and principled. I have had a small op so am in no danger of being led astray by bad company. 

I am not sure which Political Party is best suited to my talents to lead. I dont like red , blue or orange, green is more my colour, but as a realist I know it is apt to get lost in a garden. 

 I will give it some thought

*Habs- husbands and boyfriends

Madeira Cake

Dear Ben

I investigated with my claws and managed to scrape open the aluminium foil wrapping on the pleasantly smelling parcel in the dining room.  SHE was really LIVID when SHE realised I had licked the top from  the fragrant sweetmeat.I heard her telling your sister that it was for Parish Sundae where she is doing the catering this week. SHE could still have used it,  but no it has gone out to the fat birds in the garden. SHE is making another one . SHE will put it in a tin this time I think.

Pre-raphaelite or wot

Ben -wot do u think of your sisters NEW LOOK. We in the land that time forgot LOVE IT.

Even SHE said nothing but praise.