Category: Angus’s Diary
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Stinky Barkie
In the endless noon of my torturous existence, Hoomama did an evil thing. She brought a Stinkie Barkie into MY house. Worse still, she did not even think to consult with Management first – had she pursued this entirely sensible, wise approach, my brother and I could have guided away from the precipice of such…
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Skirmishes
Well. I promised my loyal fans a fight and that’s exactly what my brother and I have been giving to Hoomama. We will NOT take this unjust captivity lying down! Well…..we might lie down…for a while….because we ARE cats…but we WILL RISE AGAIN! (After a quick bath). We WILL RESIST!
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The Takeaway…Part 2
Dear My Brother’s Readers, Hoomama is not happy with me. I don’t understand why, but she explains below. I haven’t really done anything wrong have I? Love Angus
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The Problem of the Takeaway
Dear Readers, Today I, Angus, am temporarily borrowing my brother’s blog because I have a pressing problem that I would be immensely grateful for your insight into. The problem is that of The Takeaway.
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Mouse Pops
Schrodinger writes in furious distress… Dear Diary, Well, I’m sorry to say that hoomama has ONCE AGAIN been wholly unreasonable – though learning of such shocking misdemeanours will clearly not surprise you, my electronic friend. I suspect you are, by now, getting the measure of HER.
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The Cheese Script
Schrodinger: Ok bro, so here’s the script – are we agreed? We’ll do it just like that? Make sure our fans know we DO NOT beg like dogs, as hoomama so RUDELY put it yesterday, but that in fact, we are a MUCH higher class of cat?
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Pretty Thing
Angus: Well. I’ve noticed that my brother is getting A LOT of attention these days, and I’ve decided that I can’t be having THAT! So last night, I decided to get in on the action. And no, before you ask, not by doing THAT, my brother is quite ill trained to think such things are…
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The Stash
Picture the scene, it is 3am and hoomama is peacefully snoring when she is startled into wakefulness, heart racing at a sudden loud THUMP. Then she hears the sound of me whispering quietly to my Bro… Hoomun: Cat, it was NOT quiet, not with that language!
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A British Winter
Schrodinger: (Twirling his feather quill pen as he thinks…) Today, I write to those who sit with me in solidarity (aka my fans) from the depths of a British winter… Hoomum: Sigh….Cat, there’s a few flakes out there, it’s hardly arctic.
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