Just a quick note gentle reader to say that the dog is going home tomorrow and how glad I am about that. I'd like to say that it's been fun and enjoyable having him on board. I'd like to be able to say that but that would be a complete and utter lie. So I'll just simply say 'sod off dog' and if I ever see you again it will be a million years too soon. Oh yes, and take your dirty, half chewed bone with you. I don't want to have to look at that thing. Aah, it's going to be ace, a dog free zone at last. Now I can really start to appreciate my new mooring for all it's worth.
PPP x
Tuesday, 28 February 2017
Thursday, 23 February 2017
Don Juan
I really am speechless gentle reader. I mean, I ought to give the humans the meowing of a lifetime and yet I'm absolutely speechless. They've gone and arranged another new mooring without my say so. What part of MY BOAT don't they understand? The my bit or the boat bit! There I was thoroughly enjoying being outside ther cafe at Five Rise being admired by all and sundry as they walk past and now we've bloody well moved again. Don't get me wrong, it's a nice mooring and it looks like there will be mice to be had here but it's all been done in the most underhanded fashion again without checking with me first.
But anyhow, let's look at the positives shall we? It seems to be a good little sun trap here and I can and will be spending a lot of time sunbathing on the roof come summer. It's near Five Rise which I like. And there are no nearby trains to disturb my daytime slumber like I've had in the past at other moorings. So there's much to appreciate. There is one teensy, tiny problem though - An interloper! There's a black and white cat here who keeps jumping on the gunwhales and peering through the window. Obviously it's an attempt to catch a glimpse of me and before you know it he'll be hanging around trying to chat me up. Huh! It'll take more than the odd gift of a dead bird and some heavy purring let me tell you. I don't know what it is about Five Rise but all the male cats here are either love struck or horny or both. Sex maniacs the lot of them. Well I'm sorry fellas but my mind is set on higher things so jog on and try the local talent instead. So Mr Black & White may as well just bugger off back to where he came from.
The dog is still here but I'm pleased to say that he'll be going in less than a week's time. It's been tiresome gentle reader. very tiresome with his constant barking, dog hairs everywhere, and him chewing things (he had one of the lummox's slippers in his mouth the other day and I'm still gagging at the thought of it). So between a new mooring, overly amourous cats and over excitable dogs it's been a testing time for Pixie Poo Poo. But I'm a resiliant puss at the end of the day and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. The dog will go home and any interloping cats will be chased away as and when. So don't worry about me folks, I'm ok.
PPP x
But anyhow, let's look at the positives shall we? It seems to be a good little sun trap here and I can and will be spending a lot of time sunbathing on the roof come summer. It's near Five Rise which I like. And there are no nearby trains to disturb my daytime slumber like I've had in the past at other moorings. So there's much to appreciate. There is one teensy, tiny problem though - An interloper! There's a black and white cat here who keeps jumping on the gunwhales and peering through the window. Obviously it's an attempt to catch a glimpse of me and before you know it he'll be hanging around trying to chat me up. Huh! It'll take more than the odd gift of a dead bird and some heavy purring let me tell you. I don't know what it is about Five Rise but all the male cats here are either love struck or horny or both. Sex maniacs the lot of them. Well I'm sorry fellas but my mind is set on higher things so jog on and try the local talent instead. So Mr Black & White may as well just bugger off back to where he came from.
The dog is still here but I'm pleased to say that he'll be going in less than a week's time. It's been tiresome gentle reader. very tiresome with his constant barking, dog hairs everywhere, and him chewing things (he had one of the lummox's slippers in his mouth the other day and I'm still gagging at the thought of it). So between a new mooring, overly amourous cats and over excitable dogs it's been a testing time for Pixie Poo Poo. But I'm a resiliant puss at the end of the day and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. The dog will go home and any interloping cats will be chased away as and when. So don't worry about me folks, I'm ok.
PPP x
Wednesday, 15 February 2017
Dogs Allowed
Despite having the dog here and knackering up my life for a month I have found a great new dog related pastime. We're currently moored up right next to the Five Rise Cafe which I've always enjoyed but it's only now that I can see one of the great benefits from being here...
In a word - dogs!
Yes gentle reader dogs. You see the cafe owner (for reasons best known to himself) allows dogs into his premises. The sign says 'well behaved dogs' so that rules Noel out and now I come to think about it I'm not sure that that sign is in fact an oxymoron. There are no well behaved dogs as far as I now. Anyway, the fun starts when the dogs come to the cafe. I simply go up on the roof and parade up and down and genreally enjoy the fresh air. This sends the dogs into barking mode, especially the ones whose owners have elected to sit outside the cafe. However, because I'm on the roof and they're legally required to be on leads they can't touch me and I can take the piss until I'm bored with it all and go back in. It's great fun and it really winds them up. I love listening to their owners telling them to be quiet and looking embarrassed as their hounds make fools of themselves. It makes up for having that lout of a labrador on board.
Actually, it's quite a nice day and the cafe is still open for another hour or so. I might just go up and have a bit of fun. Who would have thought that dogs could be such a great source of merriment?
PPP x
In a word - dogs!
Yes gentle reader dogs. You see the cafe owner (for reasons best known to himself) allows dogs into his premises. The sign says 'well behaved dogs' so that rules Noel out and now I come to think about it I'm not sure that that sign is in fact an oxymoron. There are no well behaved dogs as far as I now. Anyway, the fun starts when the dogs come to the cafe. I simply go up on the roof and parade up and down and genreally enjoy the fresh air. This sends the dogs into barking mode, especially the ones whose owners have elected to sit outside the cafe. However, because I'm on the roof and they're legally required to be on leads they can't touch me and I can take the piss until I'm bored with it all and go back in. It's great fun and it really winds them up. I love listening to their owners telling them to be quiet and looking embarrassed as their hounds make fools of themselves. It makes up for having that lout of a labrador on board.
Actually, it's quite a nice day and the cafe is still open for another hour or so. I might just go up and have a bit of fun. Who would have thought that dogs could be such a great source of merriment?
PPP x
Thursday, 9 February 2017
On The Move
Without so much as even consulting me the humans have moved my boat. I was just getting used to this Gallows Bridge place and now I find myself transported up the canal. We've stopped for the night at Dowley Gap, my old stomping ground and do you know what, I might just go for a stomp this evening. It's all well and good going cruising and I quite like chasing rodents in new and interesting locations but as I have said in the past - it's my boat and we'll go when I decide! But hey ho! Here we are. Tomorrow we're going to go up to the top of Five Rise Locks which should be nice I suppose. I've always liked it up there and I once had a bit of a thing with a certain cat who lived in the area. I won't mention his name and when I say I had a thing what I mean was that he relentlessly pursued me in the vain hope of romance between us. He was ok but it'll take more than a bit of billing and cooing to get around Pixie Poo Poo. Good job my big brother wasn't around or he'd have had some explaining to do!
I'm not sure how long we're going to be out and about for but Five Rise should be fun. It would be even more fun if that great berk of a gun dog wasn't here and of course I've got the humans to thank for that haven't I? Still, it's the weekend soon and I might just go and have a good night out for myself. I'm certain that the humans will have a good night in and do their level best to get alcoholic poisoning. You really ought to see the lummox and Jason going for it with the vino. Honestly, I can hardly move my paws for empty bottles. And I suppose being in a new location like Five Rise will give them another excuse for more of the same. Still, we'll see how it goes being out and about.
PPP x
I'm not sure how long we're going to be out and about for but Five Rise should be fun. It would be even more fun if that great berk of a gun dog wasn't here and of course I've got the humans to thank for that haven't I? Still, it's the weekend soon and I might just go and have a good night out for myself. I'm certain that the humans will have a good night in and do their level best to get alcoholic poisoning. You really ought to see the lummox and Jason going for it with the vino. Honestly, I can hardly move my paws for empty bottles. And I suppose being in a new location like Five Rise will give them another excuse for more of the same. Still, we'll see how it goes being out and about.
PPP x
Friday, 3 February 2017
A Month Of Dog
Well, I knew it was coming and it has gentle reader. It's that time of the year again, February, when the caravan park is closed for a month and everybody has to move out. Last year the humans rented a cottage for me in Haworth which was nice and I even let them stay there as well. The trouble was that Becky and Erin came too with that Labrador of theirs. It went ok in the end as we all know who is in charge around here and things went relatively smoothly. This time though Ange and the lummox have gone and invited them all (Becky's boyfriend Jason included) to come and stay for the month on my boat. I don't mind Erin and Jason seems like a nice enough fellow but Becky is still in my bad books for the way she roughed me up the other week and as for the dog, well, where do I start...
He's been here for three days and he's already got right on my wick. For one thing he barks. And when I say barks I mean BARKS!!! Honestly, whenever anyone walks past the boat either on the mooring or on the towpath he starts. And what a thundering great git he makes of himself. Jumping around on the furniture and baying at the windows like some demented pillock. What an awful bloody noise he makes. The humans tell him to be quiet but he's either barking too loud to hear them or he's too dense to understand such basic commands. Seriously, he's making a complete tit of himself.
Another thing he does is to get all excited and stupid whenever I enter the room. He seems to be labouring under the misapprehension that I would want to play his boorish, silly games with him and chase around the boat. I'm a cat for crying out loud, that's not what we do. I really find it quite tiresome and very, very irritating. So I've taken to spending most of my time in the bedroom to avoid him at all costs. I think that's for the best. Ange brings my food into me and I've got the bed to lie on and the window to look through and so I can just stay in there and let him get on with it. The barking still grates on my nerves though.
So I've got to put up with this for another twenty five days until he goes home and let me tell you I can't wait. I have to get my exercise at night time now just to avoid him. Apparently he's called Noel. Well at least I think he is. The humans say that word to him a lot. But then they also say STOP! QUIET! SHUSH! and GET DOWN! quite a lot at him as well so it could be any one of those. Dogs! Huh! March can't come soon enough.
PPP x
He's been here for three days and he's already got right on my wick. For one thing he barks. And when I say barks I mean BARKS!!! Honestly, whenever anyone walks past the boat either on the mooring or on the towpath he starts. And what a thundering great git he makes of himself. Jumping around on the furniture and baying at the windows like some demented pillock. What an awful bloody noise he makes. The humans tell him to be quiet but he's either barking too loud to hear them or he's too dense to understand such basic commands. Seriously, he's making a complete tit of himself.
Another thing he does is to get all excited and stupid whenever I enter the room. He seems to be labouring under the misapprehension that I would want to play his boorish, silly games with him and chase around the boat. I'm a cat for crying out loud, that's not what we do. I really find it quite tiresome and very, very irritating. So I've taken to spending most of my time in the bedroom to avoid him at all costs. I think that's for the best. Ange brings my food into me and I've got the bed to lie on and the window to look through and so I can just stay in there and let him get on with it. The barking still grates on my nerves though.
So I've got to put up with this for another twenty five days until he goes home and let me tell you I can't wait. I have to get my exercise at night time now just to avoid him. Apparently he's called Noel. Well at least I think he is. The humans say that word to him a lot. But then they also say STOP! QUIET! SHUSH! and GET DOWN! quite a lot at him as well so it could be any one of those. Dogs! Huh! March can't come soon enough.
PPP x
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