Friday, 17 October 2014

The Pet Parade Blog Hop #62 Hosted by Rascal & Rocco Co-Hosted by Basil & Jan's Funny Farm & Love is Being Owned By A Husky & Barking from the Bayou

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We do hope mew have been having a fabulous week...  we got slightly side tracked this week as the P.A. suddenly remembered that she'd subscribed to a photo clipping service back in July and then forgot about it... so we have to clip many, many photo's over the next few days otherwise we will have paid for nothing! 

So that's our mission, to clip as many as possible and then start on some new collages.

Here's wishing mew all a supurr happy weekend and enjoy this weeks pawesome parade!

Headbutts, purrs & kitty kisses

Basil & Co xox


>^.^<

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Tuesday, 14 October 2014

TUESDAY TAILS ~ ONCE UPON A TIME... Bionic Basil ~ The Kitten Years

TUESDAY TAILS


ONCE UPON A TIME...

My Fictional Alter Ego Bionic Basil is taking the stage today.  I thought I'd share a little snippet of what the P.A. is working on at the moment.  My first book, Basil the Bionic Cat was published a long time ago, and there are subsequent volumes to follow on from that one which will be released soon.  Now the P.A. has decided to do my early years, my kittenhood and I will be sharing it as she writes it.



Basil The Bionic Cat

The Kitten Years

1999

The large metal door swung open, hinges creaking revealing a fully functioning laboratory.  I'd neffur been in there before and I padded forward eagerly over the threshold.  The sights that greeted me were rather bizarre.  Clear glass bottles in many sizes bubbled with brightly coloured liquids and white vapour curled upwards, strange apparatus that I'd neffur encountered before filled the bench tops as many different experiments were being conducted simultaneously.

I edged around the perimeter as I took in a host of strange odours, not foul, but not that nice either.  I noticed a figure hunched over a rather odd looking device, he was wearing a white lab coat that I'd seen him in many times before.  I inhaled deeply, reaching out fur a familiar scent, I drew it in and let it resonate within me for a few moments, pushing the other scents away.

The figure suddenly straightened up, stepping back blindly and the chair behind him hit the flag-stone floor with a noisy clatter.   I jumped back in surprise. "Meeeeeeoooooooow!"

The man turned and saw me there.  Fur a moment I thought he was going to be angry, as his face was furry serious but then he spoke.

"Basil my little fruit, what are you doing here?" Mr P. said, his tone surprising gentle.

I hesitantly stepped forward, yet my legs felt heavy.  Uncertain, I moved closer.

"How did you get in?" he asked again crouching low and offering his hand in a friendly gesture.

I meowed softly and lept the final distance between us, sniffing his proffered hand with caution before rubbing my chops all over it without a care in the world.  My purr started off low and got louder and louder as my ears were tickled with the other hand.  I couldn't help myself and began to dribble in delight.  I was suddenly scooped up and held to his chest, firmly but furry gently as he spoke again.

"Now then young Basil, this is really no place for a kitten like you!" he chuckled softly, a deep throaty sound that I liked.  "It's not really safe in here with all the experiments I'm conducting and I'd hate for you to get into any mischief or hurt."

I purred loudly as I looked around the room from my new lofty position. My eyes darting this way and that as I craned to see more. Shelves piled high with all manner of containers and boxes.  Cages and clear perspex cubes were piled high in the back corner and strangely, a set of shiny golf clubs were leaning on them.

He reached down and stood the chair upright, then sitting down he placed me carefully on his lap.  I faced him and peered intently into his eyes, giving him my most amenable expression.

He beamed widely and stroked my head.  "You know that your the first one, other than myself or Huxley of course to see my laboratory," he continued. "If you can be a good boy and sit on the chair, I'll let you stay, ok?"

I blinked slowly at him and mewed softly, agreeing to his terms in my own cattish way.

"Excellent," he said as if understanding me purrfectly and lifted me up, placing me on chair. "I'm working on something rather wonderful right now and I think I've had a breakthrough..."

I sat up straight, my ears twitching as I listened intently as he told me about what he was working on.

"I was just looking through my microscope at a new culture I've been developing for bringing dormant or dead DNA back to life..." as if realising that I had no clue what DNA was, he explained further. "DNA is the genetic code of all life, there are more sequences of it than there are stars in the sky."

I mewed in acknowledgement.

"Every living thing has its own unique signature strand and what I'm working on will hopefully be able to resurrect DNA that's been recovered from skeletons that are millions and millions of years old," he took a breath. "If I infuse dormant DNA with my new super culture, it automatically fills in the missing pieces making the strand whole again."

He beamed excitedly at me as he lifted a small square of glass and tipped it forward, so I could see a small  blob of orange goo on it.  I blinked slowly showing I was ready fur more.

"This my little fruit could be the catalyst to bring back extinct species of animals that died out eons ago, but rather than bringing them back with modern genetically altered DNA to fill in the blanks, which has been a problem in recent years and has caused quite a few set backs," he explained. "This will make certain that they are exactly as they would have been when they roamed the earth and were born naturally."

I meowed in awe.

"Precisely!" he concurred. "So no more genetically defected clones, this is the real deal."

He put the glass slide into a small plastic container and sealed the lid firmly.  I watched as he placed it in a shiny metal briefcase, sitting it in a small recess of cut foam before gently closing the lid.  The lid snapped shut with a firm metallic click.

"I call it the Amaryllis Project and between you and I," he winked at me, I winked back. "I've already managed to grow a baby mammoth from a hair fibre donated to me by the Natural History Institute in Geneva. Obviously this is very top secret and if it fell into the wrong hands it could be disastrous."

I stared questioningly at him, letting my eyes convey that I needed to know more.  My bushy tail swished side to side as I waited in much anticipation.

"A few years ago, a group of scientists decided to build a theme park of cloned dinosaurs.  The DNA strand was incomplete so they added DNA from modern day reptiles and also added docile genes from sheep," he sighed heavily. "They thought that they had bred controllable carnivorous creatures, sadly they didn't and the whole thing was a total disaster.  Many of the scientists were eaten when the dinosaurs broke free of the compounds, their research destroyed and the island habitat they built became a prehistoric war zone.  The Navy, Army and Air Force were sent in to clean up the mess, and by all accounts it was a monster one."

My tail swished faster as I listened to the tale.

"Eventually all the creatures were destroyed but the casualty rate was high and the entire incident was swept under the rug," he pushed his hand through his thick dark wavy hair.  "While what I'm doing is similar, however I'm not doing it on animals that are a predatory to mankind, it's purely for the study of ones that are manageable and for scientists who want to know more about specific species."

I blinked in reply.

"Such as Dodo's, a flightless bird only found in one country in the entire world, Mauritius.  It was about 3 feet tall and was a quite a weighty fellow with a long curved beak," he stated. "To be able to study a live specimen is a dream that an awful lot of modern scientists would do anything for."

I jumped up onto the bench next to the locked briefcase and sniffed it.   He tickled my ears again and I purred.

"Well I think that's enough excitement for you today young Basil, it's time for me to take that sample back to Pilkington Industries and lock it up in the vault."

Meowing in agreement I jumped down, landing softly on the cold floor.

Curling around his legs as we left the secret laboratory, he closed the door making sure it was locked before we ascended the worn stone stairs.

We had just reached the top step when the front door bell rang.   Mr P.  quickly stashed the briefcase behind the coat stand and opened the door.  I peered up from between his feet and stared at two burley men dressed in black.

"Mr Pilkington?" the one of the left asked brusquely.  His accent was strange, I'd neffur heard anything like it.

Mr P. nodded. "Yes gentlemen, how can I help you?"

"My name is Johan Sveetaman and this is my collegue Enri Jacquard, we are representatives from the Natural History Institute in Geneva."

I felt Mr P. take a step back almost treading on my tail, which was thrashing the rug quite profusely in unconscious agitation.  Something was very wrong, their scent was wrong, their expressions were wrong, effurything was wrong.  I bristled and before I knew what was happening instinct took over and I launched through the door and headed claws out straight at the two men.

>^.^<

Well my supurr furriends, that's all fur today, come back fur next weeks episode to find out more in

The Kitten Years

Enjoy your Tuesday

Bestest purrs

Basil xox



P.S. To the da tabbies o trout towne I must apologise fur there being more burds!

Friday, 10 October 2014

The Pet Parade Blog Hop #61 Hosted by Rascal & Rocco Co-Hosted by Basil & Jan's Funny Farm & Love is Being Owned By A Husky & Barking from the Bayou

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Today Amber has decided that she hasn't had enough 'airtime' by far recently and is hijacking today's collage!



I do hope mew enjoy all that is Amber today, and as mew can see she's a furry versatile model with her many expressions and poses.  She was hoping to make a career from her stunning looks, but over the years her girth has expanded somewhat, leaving her slightly rotund.  This, and I must reiterate has no impact her supurr cuteness and cuddly factor, in fact she gets more cute and cuddle effuryday!

Well that's us done fur this week, join us again next week when we're back with lots more exciting posts fur mew.


Happy weekend

Headbutts, purrs & kitty kisses

Basil & Co xox


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Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Tuesday Tails ~ The Owl & The Pussy Cat

TUESDAY TAILS


The Owl & The Pussy Cat




As mew can see I've been a furry, furry bad boy and have been doing things I shouldn't.

This I can't deny, as it's written, well smeared all over me.

Who's A Really Dirty Pussy Then?

But then I am a cat, and as mew, my fellow felines know, curious is just one of our many names and I just happened to get a severe attack of the curiosities down the field in the bonfire heap and I mean it was a supurr, mega, full on, uncontrollable attack of the curiosities, I was totally at the mercy of this inherited genetic feline flaw and sadly fur me, it was dark and when I came home this is what I looked like.

If it had been earlier in the day, I may have seen that I looked like I'd been pushed up the chimney, but it wasn't, so I didn't and I appeared at the back door looking like this.

>^.^<

So let me start at the beginning.  First I'll set the scene...

The night was dark, yet the moon was almost full.  The air was still, yet crisp and fresh.
The light dew sparkled like tiny liquid diamonds on the grass.
A myriad of scents drifted lazily on the air, like a meandering stream through a verdant meadow. 
Stars twinkled above as bulbous white fluffy clouds coasted serenely and silently through the sky.
Soft rustling pervaded throughout the undergrowth in every direction.
The old gnarled trees spoke softly to one another as their branches gently creaked and groaned.

I sat as still as a statue on the freshly mowed path halfway down the field, absorbing every scent, every tiny sound and every vibration that was whirling around me like an unseen force.  I stretched my senses our further, my whiskers trembling effurso slightly as I gauged effury nuance and invisible inflection.   The tall grass either side the of path, whispered quietly as it swayed with a slow easy motion.

Tonight was a purrfect night to hunt!

Suddenly a large owl screeched loudly shattering the silence.
I glanced upward, watching death on wings swoop low and long not far from my position.
Furry slowly I crouched down as my gaze remained on the predator above.
It circled around and around the field looking fur prey.  I could feel it's energy and hunger resonate through the ether and my whiskers fluttered with excitement.  I opened my mouth and tasted the air, letting the scents glide over my tongue. 

Fear tickled my taste buds, not my fear, but the fear of all those around me hiding, trembling and praying in the tall grass and undergrowth.
I watched the owl swoop low above the bonfire heap, it screeched again, its call echoing through the stillness was a warning that the grimm reaper was here fur one of them.

Inhaling again, their terror flooded my senses in a most overwhelming manner.  Slowly I stood, stretching my muscles as I moved forward in a stealthy but deliberate gait towards the bonfire heap.
Whiskers twitching on overdrive, I was being driven by an unforeseen force towards the blackened mound covered in dead branches and garden debris.

Another screech tore through the sky directly above me, I sank to my belly in the long grass, the cold dew clung to my fur as I continued my journey low to the ground, inching closer and closer to this charred island of death at the centre of the field.

I felt the air quake right above me as the owl rushed by just above my head, its wing tip just glancing my ears like a brief but tender caress and then it was gone. I looked up and saw it framed, an inky winged silhouette against the bright white moon.  I hesitated fur only a moment before I continued. 

I was almost there at the island of death, it was in my sights as I nosed noiselessly through the tall whispering savanna. The scent of the charred mound filled my nostrils, I opened my mouth again to taste the other scents leaking from the epicentre of the blackened island.   Fear, terror and panic washed over me, engulfing me, enticing me, drawing me closer, moment by moment.

The rustling and scurrying got louder and louder the closer I got. Small almost inaudible squeaks permeated the air in effury direction.  I bared my teeth, opening my jaws wider, tasting more and more terror, panic and fear. Pinpointing the precise location with my supurr honed senses  I launched forward in a high, graceful arc and plunged down with paws of death. 

The thought of hot, warm, juicy mouse flooded my brain as I hit the ashy mound right on target.  Right on the prey.  The owl screamed only inches above me as it too had zeroed in and targeted the same victim.  Its anger was clearly apparent and I ducked just in time, missing the lethal talons by a gnats whisker.

In my haste to manoeuvre from the owls killing blow, the mouse had gotten away.  But I was not deterred in the slightest.  My heart was in the chase and I wanted a warm meal.   Digging down  through the branches I made my way further into the blackened char, my paws scraping through the stinky ash.  A dust cloud rose surrounding me on all sides, saturating my nose with the scent of carbonized plant life.

I heard deep, powerful wing beats as I peered through the branches and then the owl dived again, swooping low to the ground, legs first, talons outstretched and glinting dangerously in the moonlight. I held my breath as I watched the razor sharp claws connect with a small brown furry bundle scurrying into the tall grass.  The mouse was caught in a death grip and in a split second was gone, death on wings had claimed him, taken him and the chase was over.  It was pure poetry in motion to witness and I felt almost [I must reiterate - almost] humbled by the sheer magnificence of this pawesome predator.

A victory cry echoed around the night, pure and utterly glorious in its win.

I sat on the cold ash fur a moment and pondered whether to go after another warm, tasty morsel, as there were plenty still there, frozen in abject horror as one of their brethren had been snatched by the winged demon neffur to return.  After a minute or two I decided that I had enough excitement fur one night, it was getting colder, I was hungry and the P.A. had boxes and boxes of Felix pouches in effury flavour to satisfy even the most finicky of taste-buds.

Crawling out of the island of death, I wandered back to the mowed path and headed home, and even though I didn't get the mouse tonight, there's always tomorrow and the chance of another juicy, tasty treat.


The Moral of the story is

Neffur Get Your Fur In A Twist Over A Missed Morsel

There's Always Next Time


>^.^<


And that's my exciting Tuesday Tale and how I ended up looking like a chimney sweep,  I do hope mew enjoyed it and come back tomorrow fur more capers if mew have time.

Bestest Tuesday Purrs

Basil XOX


Friday, 3 October 2014

The Pet Parade Blog Hop #60 Hosted by Rascal & Rocco Co-Hosted by Basil & Jan's Funny Farm & Love is Being Owned By A Husky & Barking from the Bayou


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Happy Friday Fabulous Furriends

We do most sincerely hope mew've all had a truly pawesome week, ours has been a nice sedate plod, with lots of napping and getting to know Parsley Chops!


So all in all it's been furry relaxing, but that's not to say that another adventure won't pop up anytime soon. In fact we're banking on it as without madcap, bonkers adventures who knows what we'd do with our time, and while we all enjoy a spell of catnapping and R&R mew can neffur get away from the excitement of a new escapade!

In other mews, Parsley, is settling in furry nicely, though he hasn't gone outside yet as:-

A. He hasn't been here long enough
B. The P.A. can't find a collar she likes fur him
C. The days are getting shorter and shorter

So it looks likes he's a house cat fur the foreseeable future, but to be purrfectly honest, he's made no attempt to get out of the door when I'm going outside [I'm the only one who demands outside time] and he doesn't even ask either.  Which we find quite strange as at the rescue centre he was outside during the day and came in to sleep at night.

Maybe he just likes all the snuggly blankets and not furgetting all the little blankies on each windowsill to get comfy on.   Purrhaps he just likes the new security he feels, anyhoo, what we're saying is, he seems furry content and happy.

Well that's us done fur the week, join us again on Monday, when we'll be back with another meowing session, in the meantime get your glad-rags on and join in The Pet Parade!


Happy weekend

Headbutts, purrs & kitty kisses

Basil & Co xox


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Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Wordless on Wednesday with Smoochie

Wordless on Wednesday 

with 

Smoochie


The memories of the evil burd finally fall away.

"I'm so happy the Pink Flamingo is finally gone furever...." Smoochie said softly, letting out a huge sigh.



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