| Monday, February 20th, 2006 |
| 12:02 pm |
Bubbles!
Argh!!! Bubbles! They are radioactive! *flees* |
| Thursday, January 19th, 2006 |
| 1:17 pm |
- New Zealand was the first place to allow Frankus to vote.
- Duelling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are Frankus.
- If you break Frankus, you will get seven years of bad luck.
- The pharoahs of ancient Egypt wore garments made with thin threads of beaten Frankus!
- Frankus is often used in place of milk in food photography, because milk goes soggy more quickly than Frankus.
- Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from Frankus.
- In the Great Seal of the United States the eagle grasps 13 arrows and Frankus.
- Frankus is black with white stripes, not white with black stripes.
- More people are killed by Frankus each year than die in aeroplane accidents.
- You would have to dig through four thousand kilometres of Frankus to reach the earth's core.
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| Friday, July 22nd, 2005 |
| 5:39 pm |
Enemies list
Enemy cat Kitty teaser Bedroom curtains Invisible wall creature Tim |
| Tuesday, March 8th, 2005 |
| 12:08 pm |
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| Tuesday, October 12th, 2004 |
| 9:03 am |
I am a good pudew
Last night Pudew Mummy was reading the paper on the bed. She didn't seem too happy about the low vote for the Democats, so I curled up on the election results to distract her. When she got out a different bit of the paper with world news, I occupied Palestine. Tim spewed on the carpet this morning. He is a bad pudew. Or at least, not as good as I am. The yutz. |
| Sunday, October 10th, 2004 |
| 8:35 pm |
Tim got out again *sigh*
Which of course meant I had to be locked in the bathroom again until the little bugger summoned the courage to get out from under the house and sneak back in through the open front door while Pudew Mum and Dad pretended not to be watching. I made my feelings on the subject plain. Which part of the word OOWWWWW!!!! do they not understand?! |
| Thursday, September 2nd, 2004 |
| 6:40 am |
Recent Events
Off to the vet yesterday for our annual checkup. I was of course a model of good feline behaviour. Tim on the other paw went into a non-stop mewing frenzy the moment he was in his cage. There was one delicous moment where he was being weighed in the waiting room and engaged the interest of a dog with grey eyebrows named Winston. "Be good," Pudew Mummy warned, "Or I'll feed you to him." Tim, the grub, has dandruff. Other than that (and the insulting suggestion that I "could stand to lose a kilo") we're in rude health. Tim weights 6.7 kilos, myself 7.5. Enemy Cat has been trying to kill us by inserting a paw through the half-inch gap under the front door. I reciprocated, of course. Impasse. |
| Monday, August 16th, 2004 |
| 7:59 pm |
Guess what Tim did.
First Tim did an unsinkable poo. Then he stood on his hind legs and looked at it in the toilet. Then in rapid succession he tried to eat (a) his own tail and (b) Pudew Mummy's muesli. He is a klutz. Current Mood: amused |