FIRST POST

Hi Everyone,

This is my first post (as the title implies). 

Out of boredom, I have decided to start a blog, so I warn you this may not be riveting reading.

Had a relatively quiet morning - a nap on the trampoline bed, patrolled the house perimeter, and that's about it. Oh yeah, and checked the food bowl in the vain hope of some small morsel, but to no avail. 

I am on a starvation diet ATM (at least, that's what it feels like), so the titbits are few and far between these days. OK so I've lost my tuck-up. Is that a crime? I'm approaching middle age, there's gotta be some kind of concession to advancing years. Have my humans had a look at THEMSELVES in the mirror lately??!!! Wouldn't hurt THEM to chase a rabbit or two. 

Anyway, I have mostly given up the sullen looks. It doesn't work on G, (my human Mum), but occasionally M (human Dad) gets a fit of the guilts and sneaks me something when she's not looking. Probably why I haven't lost all that much weight so far.........

Most peeved. M drove into town this morning and didn't get back till well after my lunch time (OK, it was only about 30 mins). I don't need a watch. My stomach tells me what time it is, and I like my meals ON TIME. Especially since he's cut me down to 3 lousy chicken necks a day. Before the starvation diet started, I used to get 6 :-( yeah, I know, there's always the DRY BISCUITS if I get DESPERATE (which I often am these days)........ 

PM

I have just returned from a fruitless search for the elusive fox. There's more than one, but to me they're all the same, so I won't differentiate.  Don't know why I bother to run up that great big hill after it, only to find it smirking on a rock below when I get to the top. I'm quite .....puffed out now......need a drink.......

Oh, oh...I just heard a rumble. I DO NOT like thunder storms. M & G get quite frustrated with me when I try to hide behind the lounge, or under the bed pillows. Consequently, I am relegated to the "bat cave" which is just a big wire crate with a blanket over it, but I must admit, I do calm down once I am safely in there. 

Don't like gun shots either. G says I am very sensible because I make a beeline for the back door whenever I hear a gun go off. If the neighbours are shooting at the kangaroos again, I don't wanna be anywhere near a stray bullet, thanks very much! M just rolls his eyes and says "Aaaamyyy" in that pained fashion, as if I'm some kind of wimp. I don't care! I'm not a cat. I do not have nine lives!