Attacked by bigger boys!

My kitten, Barnaby, got out of the yard yesterday evening and didn’t come home at bedtime. We went looking for him but couldn’t find him.

We were all very upset and I went to sleep feeling very sad.

At 4.15 a.m. I heard a sound outside and immediately alerted the tall person.

When he opened the back door I was relieved to see my little Barnaby.

He was very pleased to see us.

He had clearly been roughed up and had a small cut beneath one of his eyes.

Tall person administered some first aid and then Barnaby curled up against me and fell asleep.

He has been very subdued this morning and spent most of the time asleep on his favorite red chair. I will have a chat with him later and remind him that the streets can be very mean and he needs to stay away from bigger boys.


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We have two balconies in our house. One overlooks the street (the toy room balcony) and the other overlooks the yard. Until now, Barnaby and me have kept guard together but I thought it would be more effective if we split up and each guarded one balcony.

I discussed this with Barnaby and he said that he would prefer to keep watch from the toyroom balcony because it is sunny and he likes to sit in the sun. This suits me because I don’t like to sit in the hot sun and the balcony overlooking the yard is always in the shade.

I mentioned the new security arrangements to the tall person and he called us together and told us that he was very happy that we are beginning to act as a team. In fact, he was so happy that he promoted Barnaby to Corporal and me to Sergeant.

Wow, Corporal Barnaby and Sergeant Bassa!

P.S. Sergeant Bassa is not asleep on duty – I’m just resting my eyes.

How old are you grandma?

I was relaxing in the yard with my cat, Barnaby, when he asked me how old I am. I told him that it is rude to ask a lady her age.

A little while later I found out that he had asked the tall person and he told him I am 1 year, 6 months, 1 week and 2 days old.

I wish you hadn’t told him tall person – Barnaby is now calling me Grandma!

35 today!

No, I’m not 35 – I only recently celebrated reaching 18 months! The 35 I am referring to relates to the wonderful award given to Bassa’s Blog by dogdaz blog.

It is the 35th award given to Bassa’s Blog by blogging friends!

Thank you dogdaz!

The award is the ‘Just Kidding’ Award and my friends at dogdaz say that it is awarded to those who bring a smile and chuckle in our lives; or appreciate our humour and brighten our day with their posts.

They said that to receive this award you need to have a good sense of humor, and appreciate others who like to have a chuckle or laugh with you. There are no rules: it’s just fun, fun, fun!

What a wonderful award. Just looking at it makes me feel like dancing!

This is the link to the award post:

Do drop by and say hi to the inhabitants of dogdaz blog – Louise (aka Lulu Belle) a very shy maybe Hound/Lab, a maybe Corgi/Sheltie called Sofie Bear and the house cats (currently The Muffin Man (aka, Muffy), Noel, and Constance Kitty.

Their antics will make you laugh!

I pass on the wonderful ‘Just Kidding’ Award to a number of blogs that really stand out with their great sense of humor and their ability to make the tall person laugh and splutter in his coffee!

Bones Diary

Bones is a a border terrier who considers himself the worlds coolest breed! He also believe’s that he is easily as bright and a lot better looking than most humans (or “skins” as he and his brothers called them).

He has a hilarious take on life and always brightens my day with his posts!

If you enjoy a good laugh visit Bones at

Chancy the Gardner

Chancy is a mischievous scamp whose antics mean that he is often on Mumsy’s “list”, which is not a good place to be!

Chancy lives with two other dogs (Angel and Baby Boy), three cats (Patches, Snookums and Pooh) and a little guinea pig called DK.

It’s a sometimes volatile and always hilarious mix!

You can find Chancy, Mumsy and Crew at:

Milka [The Greatest Dane]

I absolutely love Milka’s gentle brand of humor.

Milka’s blog is a Smörgåsbord of wonderful, funny stories, great pictures and amazing videos!

I know you will love this bouncy award as you love to chase bouncy things Milka!

Check out Milka’s blog at:


Rambo is a griff who describes himself as one crazy happy dog!

His blog is packed full of funny stories and pictures of his crazy life with two other griffs (both girl griffs, lucky Rambo), a really old whatever kind of dog (his words!), a great Rottweiler named Atticus, cats (not real cats, like house cats, these are what the people call barn cats), and horses.

Visit Rambo here:

Life with Olive

Olive is a Weimaraner whose energy, antics and enthuisiasm for life always exhausts me when I read her posts!

Her stories are very, very funny.

Visit Olive and laugh, laugh, laugh!

Lola Pug

Lola is known in neighbourhoods across North America, thanks to her globetrotting ways.

Despite being of petite size (with 8″ legs) Lola is a seasoned traveller who has many hilarious adventures and mishaps.

Visit Lola’s blog and see the world from a Pug’s perspective!

Mark It Research

This is a relatively new blog for me and I love the funny and very gentle observations of its author Anne Alias.

Anne works in a Call-Centre and posts about her experiences of calling people at home.

Check out Anne’s very funny blog:

Tales from the Mom-Side

Nancy lives in a small town in Alabama with a 9 year old daughter and three dogs.

Having followed Nancy’s blog for quite some time now I can confirm that there is a lot of laughter in Nancy’s house.

Visit Nancy and join in the laughter:

Congratulations to all of the blogs mentioned here. You all brighten my life and make me laugh and smile!

And thanks again to dogdaz for awarding the ‘Just Kidding’ Award to Bassa’s blog.

Looking after a kitten is a big responsibility

It’s a big responsibility looking after a kitten. It’s also very tiring. I can’t remember the last time I had an uninterrupted nap. Although my kitten, Barnaby, likes to sleep he rarely sleeps at the same time I do so I have to stay awake and keep an eye on him. That is the most tiring part. He rarely stays still. He is always exploring and getting into trouble. So far he has fallen in the bath, got stuck up a tree, gone to sleep in the washing machine (it was off), caught bees and wasps and got himself shut in the refridgerator.

So when he is tired and curls up with me and goes to sleep I breathe a big sigh of relief!