Friday, 9 October 2015

The Pet Parade Blog Hop No: 113 ~ Hosted by Rascal & Rocco Co-Hosted by Basil & Love is Being Owned By A Husky & Barking from the Bayou



Pre-Weekend greetings pawesome furriends

We do hope mew've all had an excellent week!

Ours has been a busy one, all the spring bulbs have finally been planted so we're hopeful of a colourful start to 2016.  The weather has been rather clement, so it's been warm during the daytime, although the evenings have that October chill happening, all we can say is thank goodness fur our fur coats as the P.A. say's it not really cold enough to start the daily fire regime! MOL

If mew missed anything this week, here's the links:

Sunday Selfies  with all of us and a frog

Tuesday Tails The Pirate Adventure to end all other pirate adventures

We will be back on Sunday with our regular slot of Supurr Selfies, and hope mew can join us then.

So on that note we'll wish mew all a totally supurr day and an epic weekend

Purrs and kitty kisses

Basil & Co xox

With our fabulous hosts Rascal & Rocco, and pawesome co-hosts Love is Being Owned By A Husky and Barking From The Bayou so don't furget to visit them and see what exciting stuff they've all been up to this week, we know mew won't be disappointed!

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Thursday, 8 October 2015

Thoughtless on Thursday with Snowie

Greeting supurr furriends

Snowie here *WAVES PAW* today I'm sharing with mew guys what I was doing the other day ~ I know mew are wundering about the 'thoughtlessness factor'  The P.A. was trying to parcel up some stuff at the time!!!

Thoughtlessness - 1

P.A. - 0


BTW I'm feeling better, still eating loads but at least I weigh a bit more and I have a little more energy.

Purrs & Kisses

Snowie XOX

Thoughtless Thursday

"Don't think, just link!" 

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Wordless on Wednesday with Amber

with fabulous 

Today she's showing mew all a less grumpy version of herself! 

[Like yeah, whateffur! MOL] 

Well, at least the death stare has been toned somewhat, not all the way down on the dial but we're working on it!!!

Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Tuesday Tails ~ The Extraordinary Voyages of Cap'n Basil Blackheart & His Motley Crew ~ Part III

Welcome to

Featuring our latest bonkers time travelling pirate adventure

The Extraordinary Voyages of  Cap'n Basil Blackheart and his Motley Crew 


The Crimson Revenge

Arrrrr and greetings wunderpurr pals

Welcome to the 3rd episode of our latest adventure, immerse yourselves in the heart of the action and let it unfold right before your very eyes and just in case mew missed anything, here's the links fur last 2 epically epic episodes:


A quick recap from last week

The Crimson Revenge limped, fur want of a better wurd, towards the shore and we headed towards a small, secluded cove and dropped the anchor. [Luckily we still had one].

After what had seemed like an unreal ordeal, I finally took a deep breath and exhaled slowly letting the angst wash off me.  

Then the reality dawned on me;

Where the flip were we, and how the heck were we going to get home?

This was only the beginning of our troubles and then, just when I thought it couldn't get any wurse, we were all roused out of our shock by the sudden and violent shaking of the trees on the nearby beach as a horrifically loud trumpeting blare reverberated around the cove.

It sent shivers down me timbers and rattled me draws.

Smooch was trembling as he asked. "Basil what on earth was that?"

I stared at the beach watching the trees intently, and I swear I saw a column of black smoke swirl just out of the tree line before it disappeared into the dense jungle.

I swallowed hard, and tried to keep my voice steady. "Smooch I think it was monkeys!" I lied.

 "And Cut!"


So hold ye fast matey's, as we're in fur a wild ride today



Part III ~  The Landing Pawty

"And Action!"

We moored The Crimson Revenge in the secluded cove, and headed for dry land in the row boat.  At furst glance it appeared rather idyllic, but from past experience, I knew about things that seemed too good to be true, in other wurds they usually wurn't!

Humphrey, Amber and Posie stayed aboard The Crimson Revenge, as from past experience I've found it most prudent to always leave some crew put while mew go exploring, as mew neffur know what might be waiting on board to surprise mew when mew get back.  Plus they could start the clean up, Humphrey needed something to keep him occupied before he found the nip stash and fell back into his nip coma.

Anyhoo, I'm digressing.  So there we were, a landing pawty of four. Myself, Smoochie, Snowie and Parsley.  It didn't take two shakes of a lambs tail until our sturdy row boat hit the shallows and the sandy shore.  I leapt out, my paws landing with a small splash in  the surprisingly warm water.

"Hmmmmm.... seems pleasant enough!" I commented, ambling onto the soft silky sand and taking in the relaxing tropical island vibe, obviously looking fur the best local fur my hammock. 

Smooch and Parsley tied the row boat to a rock protruding out of the golden sand and then Snowie disembarked.

It was at that precise moment the terrifying, blaring trumpeting sound began again, and the beach shook beneath our paws as a huge column of black smoke rose above the tree-line. There was the awful sound of fully grown trees snapping and splintering as though they were mere twigs, and I gulped.

"Run fur cover!" I shouted and headed off in the opposite direction to the noise.

I legged it down the beach, dived behind a pile of rocks and crouched down, my breathing was hard as my heart was hammering frantically.   From my position, I could see that Parsley and Snowie had jumped back into the rowing boat and were paddling like demons out to sea.  When they were just far enough off shore, they stopped and gave me a friendly wave.

"Darn it! Darn it and double darn it!" I muttered angrily, although I couldn't blame them as it felt like an earthquake.  I took out my supurr compact telescope and extended it fully, scanning the the tree-line from my hiding place.  Smooch suddenly popped up between the lower rocks and scared the bejezus out of me.

"Pssst! Psssst!" he whispered urgently.

"What the flip?"I said nearly jumping our of my fur, launching the telescope skywards. "Where the heck did mew come from?"

He gave me his bestest cheeky grin. "I was hot on your heels, all the way, mew don't think I'm going to be missing out on any of the action do mew?"

I shook my head in utter dismay, catching the falling spyglass in my paw and wishing that Smooch had been in the rowing boat too.  "Of course not!" I replied with mild annoyance as I lifted it to my eye again and began to survey the jungle.

The noise had stopped abruptly as it had started, but then as I followed the length of the beach,  I spied the black smoke emerging from the dense tree-line and out into full view on the beach.

I swallowed hard. "Get down Smooch!" I hissed as I ducked behind the rocks.

The smoke swirled and spiralled in a most devilish and unnatural way that it made my blood run cold as I peeked out not daring to take my eyes from it, and right now if it came our way we'd have no choice but to run fur the jungle, and running into an unknown jungle blindly is one of the most stupid things mew could effur do.

"Smooch," I whispered as a crazy idea came to me. "If that thing comes our way, I'll distract it and mew head fur Snowie and Parsley, ok?"

"But..." he protested rather vehemently. "Mew said it was only monkeys!"

"No buts, and I lied about the monkeys... we have no idea what that thing is or what it can do! I answered firmly. "Now that's an order!"

He hung his head, muttering several unspeakables under his breath but then gave me a brief nod.

"Good, now keep low." I said as a crawled through the sand fur a better look.

The black smoke had almost reached the waters edge when it suddenly started to grow bigger, denser and swirled faster and faster, like a mini tornado.

"Leaping leprechauns!" I shuddered and pondered the possibilities.

Just as I had begun to formulate a plan, a glowing sphere burst from the swirling black smoke and it was followed by the most unbelievable thing I'd effur seen.  Blue sparks of electricity filled the cloud, there was a brief implosion of searing aqua light, and then I was rendered totally speechless.

The glowing sphere landed in the shallows with a splosh and newly visible huge, grey beast took a tentative step to the oceans edge.

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, then I double checked through the telescope, and this is exactly what I saw...

... a flipping great, big Heffle-lump. "My god!" I breathed as Smooch took a peek.

"Basil, what is that thing?" he asked, his voice quivering.

"That young Smoochie is a Heffle-lump," I answered.

He nudged me and I turned to see his mightily puzzled expression.  "What is one of those?" he asked.

*     *     * 

I took a breath and remembered back to my days as a secret agent in the F.I.B. [Field Intelligence Bureau] when I was working on a case, obviously due to its classified nature I can't reveal all the details, but needless to say I came across a furry valuable book, and not just any valuable book.  This particular volume which fell into my paws was called 'The Secret World' by Dr. H. P. Sauce, a world renowned explorer from the 1600's, who documented a journal of the rarest creatures gracing our planet.  I read the book at the time and now remembered its opening passage;

'Twas a strange night, the sea had been calm when we left port on the high-tide, but twas not too much later when we were struck by such a malady it can hardly be explained without one thinking either I am a liar or much worse, a lunatic.  A whirlpool of significant proportions caught our sailing vessel in its current and after the ship nearly being crushed and sinking, I and a handful of survivors washed up on a shore of an unknown land. As far as I can tell, the year is still 1638, as the constellations are still recognizable. That is the only good news right now.'

  I took a sharp intake of breath as I remembered another passage.

'Twould seem that this foreign land is of an origin not known to modern man, as the beasts and creatures that inhabit this mysterious island have not been documented anywhere in the modern worlde thus far to my knowledge, and I have spent my entire life in the research of such things with the most esteemed teachers of my time.'

My mind raced, as I began to ponder the possibilities again. 

*    *    *

"Smooch," I said suddenly.  "Would mew wait here while I go and have a little parley with that." I pointed towards the Heffle-lump with my sword.

Smooch's eyes nearly pinged out on stalks. "Mew want to go and talk to it?" Smooch almost choked on the wurds.

I nodded. "Yep, won't be a mo... wait there..." and I headed off down the beach towards the huge creature.

I flipped my hat around as I approached the fabled beast not wanting to create a bad impression with the skull and crossbones emblem.  Turning briefly, I gave Smooch a taut smile and a little wave, and saw his shocked expression as he crouched low behind the rocks..

The Heffle-lump was engrossed in watching the  strange, glowing sphere splashing with a life of its own in the shallow water.  Taking tentative steps forward, not taking my eyes from the scene in front of me, a ginormous sapphire gem-stone appeared from nowhere and sat glittering in the beasts forehead.  I was completely awestruck at the twinkling jewel, by my estimation it would be wurth at least enough to buy a small country in today's money and have some change left fur some serious redecoration.

"Wow, now that's furry impressive!" I murmured as I approached the softly lapping water about 20 feet away and then stuck my sword into the sand by some rocks.

I edged closer and sat down on the warm sand, it felt really good and fur an instant, images of monster sized litter boxes filled my mind.  [Don't ask me why, as I'm also furry perplexed at this!]

A few minutes passed and nothing happened, finally I cleared my throat rather noisily and the Heffle-lump stared straight at me, unblinking with no tell of what it might do. Having absolutely nothing to lose at this point, I lifted a paw, waved in a non threatening manner and said in a right propurr polite manner. "Greetings oh great jewelled beast!"

It stared at me and said nothing.

"Sprecken ze Anglish?" I tried.

No response.

"Parle vous de Engle-ish?" I asked.


"Hablas Espanol-eeez?" I purrsevered.


Finally, with nothing left to lose, I tried classic 16th century pirate. "Arrrrrrr, me hearty beast, do ye be understanding me... arrrrrr?"

It's trunk shot up and it trumpeted so loudly I thought my ears would fall off. Then it spoke, its voice was deep and resonating. "Arrrrrr me hearty little one, I understand thee very well!"

Flip me side-ways, roll me in treacle and sprinkle cinnamon sugar all offur me, I couldn't believe it, the Heffle-lump understood.

"Arrrrrrr, I be Cap'n Basil Blackheart," I said. "And that be me beautiful ship, The Crimson Revenge." I pointed out into the bay at the battered excuse fur a sea-wurthv vessel. "Me and me scurvy crew, ran into a mighty rum storm 'n  ended up on this fair 'n pleasant shore... arrrrrr."

The Heffle-lump seemed to digest this information and then replied. "That be the Tempest o' thee Ill Winds that brung ye to me shore, ye'll here for some time as that be the way o' thee storm."

It was my turn to digest the information.  "How long exactly... arrrrrr?"

"It be hard to tell," answered the Heffle-lump. "Could be o' day, could be o' year, could be longer still... if ye survive... me name be Horice, I be the last Keeper o' thee Secret Pagoda."

I glanced at Smooch several times to see him on more than one of these occasions waving his paws about like a loony, it took a moment and then I realised he was using semaphore signals and watched him more closely.

Deciphering his message, I replayed it in my mind. 'Basil get the flip out of there, there's an army of pygmy tortoise's just o'ways up the beach...'  [the wurd pygmy's took some getting I might add].

I gave Smooch the thumbs up [as best a cat can do thumbs up] and spoke again.  "Arrrrrr Horice me hearty heffle-lump, me crew mate, Peg-Leg Smooch who be hiding like a big-gurls-blouse behind them rocks o'er yonder says we 'av company in the guise of a posse o' pygmy tortoise's, what do ye know of these small, shelled folk...arrrrrr?

Horice's eyes bulged and he glanced offur his shoulder towards the furry, unimaginably slow but neffur the less approaching, relentless hoard.

"Cap'n Basil, we be 'aving a problem," he said rather worriedly. "They be a deadly hoard o' ravenous, pygmy cannibal tor-tye, we should be skedaddling smartly before they get o'er here 'o they'll be picking our bones clean in no time!"

I stared in utter amazement at the army of green armoured shells, painted in brightly coloured yellow, blue and white pigment closing the gap between us in eye-watering slowness and  burst out laughing.

"Horice, ye be jesting me, pulling me rigging aye?"

Horice shook his head solemnly. "Nay Cap'n Basil, they be the most devious, menacing little blighter's, savvy?"

I shook my head.

"They do thee approaching real slow like, lulling ye into a false security, then at thee last few yards while ye be laughing ye boots off at thee absurdity of it, thee charge at speed ye'll no'er see coming and before ye know it, ye'll be trussed up tighter than a wench in a bodice at thee Inn of Ill Repute and be on ye way to thee pot for o'boilin'!"

I tipped me hat back, and scratched me, sorry, my head in sheer perplexment as I carefully monitored the progress of the advancing hoard.  I wandered to my sword and pulled it free of the sand and turned to face Horice.

"What do ye suggest to solve this puzzling predicament... arrrrrrr? I asked.

Horice glanced over his shoulder again, trumpeted really loudly and screamed, "RUN YE SCALLYWAGS... RUN!"

At the precise moment the shelled army began to speed up.

"And Cut!"


Guy's, we're doing it again and leaving mew in all in acute, harrowing suspense with a new threat hot [well tepid at the moment] on our heels, but mew know that's the drill! MOL

The questions are piling up at a rate of knots, such as:

Where the flip are mew?

What the heck is a Heffle-lump?

And really, pygmy cannibal tor-tye's? REALLY?

Again, where the flip are mew?

Are mew and the crew going to be tasty delicacies fur an army of graffiti covered tortoises?

How will mew outrun this new threat?

How fast do they run, seriously?

Can they swim too?

Like seriously, OMC, this is seriously serious!OMC this is wurse than 'LOST' they only had polar bears to deal with!

What other threats lurk on this seemingly idyllic island?

If mew have any questions feel free as to ask!

*    *    *

To find out what happens next, drop by next Tuesday fur the continuing tension and to see if we survive this new bizarre new threat in the guise of seemingly benign Torti!  

Join us tomorrow for our regular Wordless on Wednesday post as mew know how much we love, love, love your company and all your wunderpurr comments.

Hearty purrs and salty sea-spray head rubs

Cap'n Basil & the Crew of The Crimson Revenge XOX

Sunday, 4 October 2015

Sunday Selfies #60

Sunday greetings fabulous furriends and welcome to another edition of Sunday Selfies

today our theme is:


No, we haven't gone crazy, but we do have a frog/s in the pond and effurypurdy is looking for the little croaker/s!


Don't furget to join in the Sunday Selfies Blog Hop with

 Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo at their pawesome blog:


Saturday, 3 October 2015

The Saturday Special ~ Itchy Pet? Food Allergies?

Greetings and Best Saturday Salutations

Today we have be asked if  we can share a graphic relating to food allergies in dogs and cats, as apparently this kind of allergy is the third most common that we furbabies may be suffering from.

So as we're really nice cats, we thought it was our duty to share this info with mew.

We're sorry the the graphic is a little choppy, the original which was really long, and looked like the size of an average ruler even in its largest format in the preview, so unless mew have use of the hubble telescope or similar, there was no way mew were going to read it.  So we've had to snip it into 10 pieces to re-size it so mew can read it [or maybe not]  - if mew're still having difficulty, here's the direct link: 

Howeffur, as choppy and odd sized as the graphics maybe, there's still an awful lot of useful info, such as what to look for and what to do if mew're concerned that your precious may have some of the symptoms.

And also because we have butchered the graphic, it will make easier to print off and stick on the fridge or whereffur mew like to stick things of note - purrsonally we like the fridge although the P.A. has recently started using a painting in the bedroom, covering it with pink post-it notes with 'apparently' highly useful snippets of info! [and yes that was a completely irrelevant digression! MOL]

So anyhoo, check out the graphics, or visit the main page, Let us know what mew think....

Thanks fur joining us today, we'll hopefully see mew on the 'morrow fur Sunday Selfies, until then

Happy Caturday 


Basil & Co xox

[This is not a sponsored or paid post - just purely sharing fur sharings sake because we can and we thought it was a pawesome idea!]

Friday, 2 October 2015

The Pet Parade Blog Hop No: 112 ~ Hosted by Rascal & Rocco Co-Hosted by Basil & Love is Being Owned By A Husky & Barking from the Bayou



Pawesome greeting wunderpurr furriends

Welcome to another Friday on the blog.  This week we've got quite a perplexing conundrum... it would appear that our page views [stats] have almost halved in the last month, if this isn't strange enough,  we don't seem to be getting the usual amount of email either and a few other little glitches too... ah well, we must be doing something furry wrong fur that to be happening.  Me and clan did go looking fur them but we couldn't find of the missing [stats]  - and we did check effurywhere, all we can say, those that are lost, we do hope mew find your way back at some point, safe and sound.

But anyhoo mew're here and that's all that really matters ~ Thanks so much, otherwise soon we'll just be talking to ourselves!  MOL

So if mew guys missed anything this week, here's a quick round up of what's been happening in Sleepy Hollow and in other places, we haven't been able to put a name to yet:

Sunday Selfies with all of us

Tuesday Tails ~ Part II or Pirating Adventure Continues 

Wordless on Wednesday with Smoochie

We will be here tomorrow, with a feature post and we'll also be back on Sunday with our regular slot of Supurr Selfies, hope mew can join us then.

So on that note we'll wish mew all a totally supurr day and pawesome weekend

Purrs and kitty kisses

Basil & Co xox

With our fabulous hosts Rascal & Rocco, and pawesome co-hosts Love is Being Owned By A Husky and Barking From The Bayou so don't furget to visit them and see what exciting stuff they've all been up to this week, we know mew won't be disappointed!

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