I AM BACK - YIPPEEEEE

I see Jeffrey Archer’s cat, Tobermory, has started a blog (05.09.2013) – or rather writing on Lord Archer’s blog.  And seems to think this pretty cool.  Poor little thing!

I, Sootie Lindegger started my blog way back.  When Fart and I were staying in Underberg.

Unfortunately I have not been able to continue with the blog for one or two life changing reasons.  The main one being that I have passed on to the next life.  Yep I am now a happy ghostly floating kitty cat.

But after seeing Tobermory trying to take the limelight (are we just not such vain creatures?), fart and I have decided that I will continue with www.sootieshack.blogspot.com.

Fart has his travel web-page,  www.wobblingthroughafrica.com,  and I am extremely happy for him.  He is doing his riding and his charity thingy, whilst I have been laying around up here in kitty-cat heaven with my feline mummsy, Rosie - and sister, Freddie - plus a couple of my human mummsy’s other feline loves.

So over the next couple of months I am going to bring you up to date with what has happened to me, and then let you know how the fart is getting on with his ride from a third person (kitty cat) perspective.

It is going to be an absolute hoot.

By the way, you can check out Fart’s riding website at www.wobblingthroughafrica.com

UTUBE OF MICES EATING MY FOOD

CHECK OUT THE MICES EATING AND DRINKING MY FOOD, WHILE I REST - CHEEKY LITTLE DEVILS
      
CLICK HERE:     http://youtu.be/Z8qlYmXx4gg

 

CRACKS IN THE DAM WALL

Fart burst through the door, and immediately went and sat on his litter tray.
Panic!  Nothing said ... I mean how would you feel.  Normally he comes in says hello has a stroke (no not a heart stroke - he gives me a stroke on the head), and then does his thing.

But this time straight into the litter room.
"There are cracks on the dam wall, Sootie," was his only comment to me.
Cracks in the dam wall - I started to panic.
"No not in the dam wall.  On the dam wall."
Silly fart. How can you get cracks on a dam wall and not in the dam wall.  "Don't panic Fart, get off your litter tray, speak sense man." God he frustrates me sometimes.

"There are dozens of cracks on the dam wall.  You know those little birds called 'Cracks', well they are wondering around the road across the dam wall."
Birds...cracks...the man IS losing it at last.  Cool it man..I need somebody to clean my litter tray, feed me, comb me and talk to me when I am lonely.

I have asked him for photos of these 'cracks'  - watch this space.

MOOZIES ARE MADE OF PYREX

Well, I have always said that there MUST be something going on with these moosies.  How do you get them all to look so much alike.

For all you townies, who do not see the truth, here is what really happens.

They are all pyrex calveses!

Yep what happens you see is that all the little cows when they are still in tadpoles size are injected into the mommy moozies.  They all have much the same bull daddy’s – even the cow daddies are full of bull – and kept in a big freezing milk urn.

Now I can sleep again at night, and during the day!  It was really worrying me.  All those moozies walking past the window, all looking the same.  It was like watching an old movie that had got stuck.

Come to think of it – I have not had any milk for quiet a while.

‘Fart, did you hear that?  I need milk now.  Thank you.’

Nothing like good manners and thanking the silly little man afterwards!

POOR FAR APART MOOZIES

I was sitting on the step last night watching the sun set.  Fart was sitting next to me.  He had just given me my evening brushing.

The sunset was lovely, the jackals had started laughing at each other and we had heard an owl call.  Lovely it was.

Then one of the moozies in the field next to our little cottage, started yelling really loud. 

Fart and I got such a fright!

Anyway a few seconds later the moozie yelled again.  Really loud it was.  I did not think anything of it when next thing there was a distant yell from afar.  Our moozie shouted back and the distant moozie responded.  They ended up have this long distance cell phone call – without the cell phone though, when last did you see a moozie using a cell phone.

Fart and I felt so sad.  Here were these two moozies calling each other like elephants and lions in the Serengeti.  So far apart, and through no fault of their own.  They might have been husband and wifey – like fart and my mummsy who live far apart and SMS each other everyday cause they love each other so much.

Shame Fart was sad I had to go and put my paw around his shoulders and give him a lick.

I love him so much.

BIRTHDAY QUEEN

Yep I turned 19 eleventy-twelve on the 30 of May.  Great hey? 

SOOO much beauty and knowledge all in this slim bod.  I feel like a well-preserved bottle of the finest champagne.

Fart gave me a three course meal of trout roe, trout salad and trout in milk for dinner.  I had to go lay down afterwards.  I had to lie on my back and lick my paws as I could not reach my important bits right after the meal.

Mummsy sent me so many cards.  I had cards from my kitty mummsy, my uncle Eddie and my sisters and even from Tombili the pesky monkey who we adopted in Tanzania.  He taight us about wild things and forests and the Serengeti.  He was lovely really although he would chase us all over and pull our tails and eat mummsies candle and poo in her hair.

‘Sooo now Fart! A bit more respect and combings please. thank you!'

I am going to go and sit in the sun  abit now, you have to get what you can these wintery days.

‘Ohh and Fart when you walk past scrape man scrape.  Just bend very low to the floor.’

You gotta see this mummsy, you will love it.

OUR LITTLE TOMOS AND MY CUZ

My Auntie Siwan sent this photo yesterday of our little Tomos with his uncle Hedd.  Isn't he just the greatest.  Of course my cuz Hedd is beautifu...sorry handsome as well!  THE BEST IN FACT!