Sunday night was biff night
 

Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty queen,
Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of the
telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He wants to be
a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to the
ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in front of the
fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next he took a couple
of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps a step in the right
direction; that fellow was clearly more in the biffing mood, but Tyler
was unable to attract his attention.

Next Tyler marched up to Violetta the tiny tuxedo girl, swatted her tail
and informed her (I think... I may have the translation wrong) that her
mother roots chihuahuas. She just laughed at him and cursed him back. No
satisfaction there. He stomped off, kicked around his empty food bowl a
bit, then knocked some dishes into the sink.

Finally I heard the sounds of feline wrestling in the hall. Orlie the
ginger bloke had finally been persuaded to join in a little biff session
and Tyler was a happy cat again.

And what did I get? Aside from an evening's entertainment, when I headed
off to bed, I leaned over to say goodnight to Tyler the yob and got a
little Tyler kiss on the cheek.
Awwww!

On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 21:50:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:

Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty queen,
Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of the
telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He wants to be
a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to the
ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in front of the
fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next he took a couple
of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps a step in the right
direction; that fellow was clearly more in the biffing mood, but Tyler
was unable to attract his attention.

Perhaps he is aggrieved on behalf of all Australia for the seeming
passing of their tennis ascendancy. ;)



Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Kreisleriana wrote:

On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 21:50:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:


Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty queen,
Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of the
telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He wants to be
a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to the
ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in front of the
fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next he took a couple
of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps a step in the right
direction; that fellow was clearly more in the biffing mood, but Tyler
was unable to attract his attention.


Perhaps he is aggrieved on behalf of all Australia for the seeming
passing of their tennis ascendancy. ;)



Nah, he just likes hitting things.

They sure are settling in well! Need more piccies.

"Helen Wheels" wrote in message
...
Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty queen,
Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of the
telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He wants to be
a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to the
ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in front of the
fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next he took a couple
of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps a step in the right
direction; that fellow was clearly more in the biffing mood, but Tyler
was unable to attract his attention.

Next Tyler marched up to Violetta the tiny tuxedo girl, swatted her tail
and informed her (I think... I may have the translation wrong) that her
mother roots chihuahuas. She just laughed at him and cursed him back. No
satisfaction there. He stomped off, kicked around his empty food bowl a
bit, then knocked some dishes into the sink.

Finally I heard the sounds of feline wrestling in the hall. Orlie the
ginger bloke had finally been persuaded to join in a little biff session
and Tyler was a happy cat again.

And what did I get? Aside from an evening's entertainment, when I headed
off to bed, I leaned over to say goodnight to Tyler the yob and got a
little Tyler kiss on the cheek.
Awwww!

On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 22:53:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:

Kreisleriana wrote:

On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 21:50:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:


Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty queen,
Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of the
telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He wants to be
a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to the
ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in front of the
fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next he took a couple
of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps a step in the right
direction; that fellow was clearly more in the biffing mood, but Tyler
was unable to attract his attention.


Perhaps he is aggrieved on behalf of all Australia for the seeming
passing of their tennis ascendancy. ;)



Nah, he just likes hitting things.


hee hee. Good on him. ;) I was going to suggest next that he was
upset about one of the Twelve Apostles falling down. ;)


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Kreisleriana wrote:
On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 22:53:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:

Kreisleriana wrote:

On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 21:50:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:


Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty
queen,
Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of
the
telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He
wants
to be a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to
the
ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in front
of the fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next he
took a couple of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps a
step in the right direction; that fellow was clearly more in the
biffing mood, but Tyler was unable to attract his attention.


Perhaps he is aggrieved on behalf of all Australia for the seeming
passing of their tennis ascendancy. ;)



Nah, he just likes hitting things.


hee hee. Good on him. ;) I was going to suggest next that he was
upset about one of the Twelve Apostles falling down. ;)

What??? That didn't happen, did it?
--
Britta ---- sadly out of touch with the news

"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast." -- Unknown
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album

badwilson wrote:
Kreisleriana wrote:

On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 22:53:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:


Kreisleriana wrote:


On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 21:50:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:



Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty

queen,

Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of

the

telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He

wants

to be a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to

the

ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in front
of the fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next he
took a couple of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps a
step in the right direction; that fellow was clearly more in the
biffing mood, but Tyler was unable to attract his attention.


Perhaps he is aggrieved on behalf of all Australia for the seeming
passing of their tennis ascendancy. ;)



Nah, he just likes hitting things.


hee hee. Good on him. ;) I was going to suggest next that he was
upset about one of the Twelve Apostles falling down. ;)


What??? That didn't happen, did it?
--


Indeed it did.
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au...55E601,00.html

Helen Wheels wrote:
badwilson wrote:
Kreisleriana wrote:

On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 22:53:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:


Kreisleriana wrote:


On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 21:50:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:



Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty

queen,

Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of

the

telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He

wants

to be a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to

the

ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up
a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in
front
of the fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next
he
took a couple of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps
a
step in the right direction; that fellow was clearly more in
the
biffing mood, but Tyler was unable to attract his attention.


Perhaps he is aggrieved on behalf of all Australia for the
seeming
passing of their tennis ascendancy. ;)



Nah, he just likes hitting things.


hee hee. Good on him. ;) I was going to suggest next that he was
upset about one of the Twelve Apostles falling down. ;)


What??? That didn't happen, did it?
--


Indeed it did.

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au...,5744,15813274
%255E601,00.html

Wow, thanks for the article, very interesting! I'm sad that I never
got to see all of them, just won't be the same now. Of course I'll
still go. That's one spot I've been wanting to see for a long time.
I also didn't realize that there were ever only 9 apostles in the
first place. Now there are 8. Kinda sad.
I thought it was funny how this guy in the article said now they'll
have to re-do all the postcards!
--
Britta
"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast." -- Unknown
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album

On Fri, 8 Jul 2005 09:23:16 +0700, "badwilson"
yodeled:

Helen Wheels wrote:
badwilson wrote:
Kreisleriana wrote:

On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 22:53:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:


Kreisleriana wrote:


On Wed, 06 Jul 2005 21:50:51 +0800, Helen Wheels
yodeled:



Despite being saddled with the appearance of a feline beauty

queen,

Tyler is a big yobbo at heart. Sprawled on his back in front of

the

telly is where you'll most often find him.

On Sunday nights, for some reason, he seems to want more. He

wants

to be a cat of action. Last Sunday was a case in point.

First he gave his teddy bear a good biffing. Then he turned to

the

ball-on-elastic on the top of his scratching post, which put up
a
slightly better fight. There were a few logs stacked up in
front
of the fireplace, so he gave them what for. No response. Next
he
took a couple of swings at Roger Federer on the telly, perhaps
a
step in the right direction; that fellow was clearly more in
the
biffing mood, but Tyler was unable to attract his attention.


Perhaps he is aggrieved on behalf of all Australia for the
seeming
passing of their tennis ascendancy. ;)



Nah, he just likes hitting things.


hee hee. Good on him. ;) I was going to suggest next that he was
upset about one of the Twelve Apostles falling down. ;)


What??? That didn't happen, did it?
--


Indeed it did.

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au...,5744,15813274
%255E601,00.html

Wow, thanks for the article, very interesting! I'm sad that I never
got to see all of them, just won't be the same now. Of course I'll
still go. That's one spot I've been wanting to see for a long time.
I also didn't realize that there were ever only 9 apostles in the
first place. Now there are 8. Kinda sad.
I thought it was funny how this guy in the article said now they'll
have to re-do all the postcards!

I fortunately have the old ones. About ten years ago, another
formation near there fell down-- London Bridge-- it was just after I
had been there, too. My ex said "That's it, I'm not taking you to
the coast again." :P


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com