Sunday, 31 July 2016

Sunday Selfies #103 Sneaking Peaking & A Little Bit Fuzzy & Blog Hopping with Cat on my Head





Supurr Sunday Salutations Pawesome Pals

Welcome to another Sunday on the blog, this week we've been doing that uber chill thing in the garden and kept the P.A. on her toes trying to get decent photo's.

As mew can see it was an epic fail on the P.A.'s part ! MOL

So our theme today is:

Sneaking Peaking & A Little Bit Fuzzy





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Saturday, 30 July 2016

The Caturday ComicStrip featuring Basil, Parsley & Smoochie in Catnip Capers Part II


True Story at our house

#CatnipCapers Part II



When Smooch is being a total heathen and off his chops on catnip! MOL

Happy Caturday Pals!

#TalkToYourCatAboutNip #BeResponsibleWithNip

Friday, 29 July 2016

Welcome To
The Pet Parade




Happy Friday wunderpurr furriends

Welcome to another fabulous Pet Parade!

We are absolutely delighted today, let me explain further; we've had no rain, well about 3 or 4 drops in the last 3 weeks which evapourated on contact with the ground, so the other evening I said, "Action is required mew guys and I have a cunning plan!"

Amber stared at me wide eyed. "What's that?"

"We are going to do a rain dance!" I declared with a big grin.

"A what dance?" Humphrey asked.

"A rain dance," I repeated. "We are going to get dressed up and purrform an ancient ritual as purracticed by the American Indians."

"Mew can't be serious?" said Snowie.

"Oh I'm furry serious!" I answered and pointed to several bags of feathers on the table in the craft room.

The next few hours were a frenzy of snipping, clipping and gluing.  Admittedly the craft room looked like the Angry Office Gnome had escaped [FYI he hadn't], mess aside this was our epic result, and we even managed to snag an Arizona backdrop fur even more authenticity and to get a better connection to the spiritual energies.

We take our ritualing furry seriously and even stole the P.A.'s drums, sage sticks and whateffur else we needed from her crystal room - but don't tell her! MOL


Smooch and Snowy were on the drums getting that thrumming rhythm going, Parsley had the white sage burning and Amber was chief wafter of said sage smoke.  Humphrey, well let's just say he got his mittens on the nip pipe and that was that until he keeled offur in the nearest bush! MOL  Posie and I did the whooping and dancing.

All in all it was a most enjoyable affair and lo, let me say that again... and lo it rained!

Coincidence most likely, but we like to think we had a little paw in said precipitation! MOL



If mew missed anything this week, here's the latest links fur your purrusal



We'll be back tomorrow with Part II of Catnip Capers on The Caturday ComicStrip and again with our usual Selfie Selection on Sunday, so hope mew can join us then.

Wishing mew all a purrfect weekend

Bestest purrs & hugs

Basil & Co xox

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The Pet Parade Blog Hop No: 154 ~ Hosted by Rascal & Rocco Co-Hosted by Basil & Love is Being Owned By A Husky & Barking from the Bayou

Welcome To
The Pet Parade




Happy Friday wunderpurr furriends

Welcome to another fabulous Pet Parade!

We are absolutely delighted today, let me explain further; we've had no rain, well about 3 or 4 drops in the last 3 weeks which evapourated on contact with the ground, so the other evening I said, "Action is required mew guys and I have a cunning plan!"

Amber stared at me wide eyed. "What's that?"

"We are going to do a rain dance!" I declared with a big grin.

"A what dance?" Humphrey asked.

"A rain dance," I repeated. "We are going to get dressed up and purrform an ancient ritual as purracticed by the American Indians."

"Mew can't be serious?" said Snowie.

"Oh I'm furry serious!" I answered and pointed to several bags of feathers on the table in the craft room.

The next few hours were a frenzy of snipping, clipping and gluing.  Admittedly the craft room looked like the Angry Office Gnome had escaped [FYI he hadn't], mess aside this was our epic result, and we even managed to snag an Arizona backdrop fur even more authenticity and to get a better connection to the spiritual energies.

We take our ritualing furry seriously and even stole the P.A.'s drums, sage sticks and whateffur else we needed from her crystal room - but don't tell her! MOL


Smooch and Snowy were on the drums getting that thrumming rhythm going, Parsley had the white sage burning and Amber was chief wafter of said sage smoke.  Humphrey, well let's just say he got his mittens on the nip pipe and that was that until he keeled offur in the nearest bush! MOL  Posie and I did the whooping and dancing.

All in all it was a most enjoyable affair and lo, let me say that again... and lo it rained!

Coincidence most likely, but we like to think we had a little paw in said precipitation! MOL



If mew missed anything this week, here's the latest links fur your purrusal



We'll be back tomorrow with Part II of Catnip Capers on The Caturday ComicStrip and again with our usual Selfie Selection on Sunday, so hope mew can join us then.

Wishing mew all a purrfect weekend

Bestest purrs & hugs

Basil & Co xox

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Thursday, 28 July 2016

Thankful on Thursday with Smoochie and Blog Hopping with Pepsi




Greetings pawesome pals

Smoochie is here today being supurr thankful fur having fur-sibs to help him clean up his furry untidy office space and eradicate his gnome purroblem! 

"Mew know what?" I said the other day.

"What?" asked Smoochie.

"I have no idea how mew manage to get your desk into such a mess," I replied.

Smooch began to chuckle and gave me a little one-shoulder shrug. "I'm sure I don't know how it happens either," he smirked. "But we do have office gnomes that come in at night to wreck the place!"

"Hmmmmm..." I said looking around the room at all the other neat and tidy desks. "It's strange how yours is the only desk they mess with!"

"Office gnomes are funny like that," he began, trying to hold back the laughter. "They only pick on one desk at a time!"

"I see."

"It's true, I have proof!" he said most earnestly.

"Show me," I insisted.

After rummaging through his desk drawer, Smooch whipped out this picture.



And indeed there was an office gnome and an angry one at that!

"Oh dear," was all I managed to say.

"Mew see, it's not me!" Smoochie laughed.

"Appurrently not," I conceded. "So how are we going to deal with this angry phenom-nom-nom?"

"I've set traps and all sorts Basil," Smooch replied. "But so far I've only managed to catch a picture."

"Leave it with me," I said, suddenly remembering an article in the National Geo. "I've got a plan."

The furry next morning...




"Basil, how did mew catch him?" Smooch asked in surprise.

"Peanut butter sandwiches, wurks effury time!" I smiled as the angry Gnome cursed wildly in his little cage.

"What's going to happen to him now?" Smooch's face filled with concern.

"Don't mew wurry, I'm packing him off  to the Gnome Rehabilitation Centre in the Outer Hebrides, he'll be fine in a decade or so!" I answered. "And now it's time to clean up your desk, and mew have help too."

"Oh really?" Smoochie beamed.

"Really!" I smiled, as Amber and Parsley entered the room.



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We would like to know if any of mew have suffered this office Gnome phenom-nom-nom, aka Unexplained Messy Desk Syndrome - U.M.D.S. - as I'm sure there are more of these gnomes about than we truly know?

We are thinking of setting up Gnome-Watch, so if mew come across any do let us know!

Bestest purrs

Basil  XOX




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Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Wordy on Wednesday with Biblio-Kitty Amber #8 featuring Probable Paws

Welcome to 


The Self-Appointed Biblio-Kitty


Pawesome greetings fellow bibliocats

Hi y'all, Amber here *waves paw most daintily*

Sorry I was trying my southern accent! MOL [I've been reading Gone with the Wind and got a little carried away - but I think I'd make a lovely southern-belle].

Well here we are again on another beautiful Wednesday, the sun is shining, the clouds are supurr fluffy and there's even a lovely breeze too, which is rather nice when the library door is open into the courtyard.

I nearly wasn't here again today and it was touch and go fur Tuesday Tails too.  Let me explain, the P.A. can be a little accident prone from time to time [putting it mildly] she has the incredible ability to trip up on a flat surface, walk into things, fall up stairs and a whole host of other stuff, seriously she can be a menace to herself, [we're actually looking fur a bubble-wrap-cocoon fur her].  

This is the sequence of events;  Friday evening she's putting a metal platform ladder away and it fell on her right arm arm and left ankle resulting in a lump & bruise in both places, Saturday she was attacked by roses, which looked liked we'd attacked her left arm and on Sunday, when planting a new crop of runner beans, she couldn't get the last few out of the glass they'd been soaking in.  So she took her gloves off and poked the beans with a little stick, that didn't wurk, then she turned the glass upside and tapped it lightly [yeah right!!!] on the wooden sleeper.  Well mew know what I'm going to say next. It broke. Just as she was about to pick up the shattered pieces with bare hands, her inner voice told her to put on her thick gardening gloves.

She did, but unfortunately, and I mean so unlucky, a shard of glass had fallen into her right glove.  So as she began to pull the glove on, well mew can imagine.  The good news is it wasn't as bad as it could have been, the bad news is she cut two knuckles and punctured one of the tiny veins in the top of her finger, so hasn't been able to bend it for a couple of days, but it seems ok now.  

We were watching her type one handed all Monday evening getting Fast, Furry & Dangerous done and to be honest we actually felt sorry fur her fur like five minutes until we discovered a new jar of Kong uber strong catnip! MOL MOL

FYI she survived and is on the mend, [we do care really] but now it's time fur me to share this weeks literary offuring with mew, aftur all that's why we're here.





This week on Book Reviews with Amber, I'm sharing

[Image @Amazon UK]



Mystic Notch Cozy Mystery Series Book 5

by



Mew may remember that I reviewed Ghostly Paws on my furst effur Biblio Wednesday, well this one is number 5 of the Cozy Notch Series Admittedly I haven't reviewed books 2-4 but as I'm here with #5 mew know it must be a most excellent series. 

I have to say that this series gets better and better and in each book Pandora the cat reveals a little more about the true purpose of the Mystic Notch Cats and their valiant efforts to thwart the seeping evil that keeps threatening their little town.  

In this novel it is revealed that Willa's on-off cop boyfriend, Striker, also has the ability to see ghosts, but not on the same plane as Willa's ghostly apparitions appear which makes fur quite a comical read, especially when Pandora can see ghosts on all planes, howeffur neither Willa or Striker are willing to admit their gifts to each other... yet!

This story revolves around Betty's Recipe Book, which is really a book of magic.  Both Willa and Striker are searching fur it independently of each other, meanwhile there are several rather unpleasant peeps aftur it too, who can be trusted and who are the evil ones?

Mew'll have to read it to find out! MOL

I can safely say this is my newest favourite cats series and can't wait fur the next one.


Hardback copy: 306 pages long

  Audio Edition: 6 hours 9 minutes 

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Have mew read today's book?

What did mew think?

Well it's time fur me to sign off again, as mew know the deal, so many books, so little time! 

And if any of mew have written a book that mew'd like me to feature; either use the contact form - look left on the side bar - or use the contact us page fur our email address, as I'd love to showcase our furriends pawesome literary talents.


Happy reading

Purrs

Amber

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS ~ Revenge of the P.I.T.H ~ Part III

Welcome to




featuring our latest mind-blowing, fur-raising, dam-busting, bestest adventure to date!

The Heathen Hoard are on a mission to save Sleepy Hollow and life as they know it, can they do it?


Pawesome greetings supurr pals

Welcome to part III of our edge of your seat adventure, and if mew missed previous episodes, here's the catch up links:


>^.^<

A quick recap from the last episode:


I looked at the screen and was horrified to see a missile of unknown origin blazing its way toward us.  I gulped and said. "Amber, Humphrey give me news, stat!"

"The weapon is headed up top on the freight elevator, thirty seconds till garden breach, I repeat thirty seconds till garden breach!" Humphrey answered.

"Smooch, are mew ready fur weapon delivery?"

Smooch answered immediately. "Copy that... ready fur delivery, bunker doors are open!"

"I'm on my way!" I said racing towards the secret entrance behind the summer house.

 I emerged into the garden just as the huge anti missile gun, and shells appeared on the shiny steel platform.

Snowie's voice sounded. "Missile is at twenty clicks and closing... I repeat twenty clicks and closing."

I loaded up four shells and said. "Snowie co-ordinates now... ready Smooch?"

He nodded as Snowie said. "South west of your location."


I zeroed in and could see the blazing fire trail hurtling through the sky towards us and screamed, "Smooch on my twelve, fire now, I repeat fire now!"

"Copy that Basil!" Smooch answered as a manic grin engulfed his face and he pivoted the gun around on its axis. "Target acquired, firing now."  

I heard the trigger click and braced myself.


** And Cut **



Part III

BOOM, BOOM SHAKE THE BUNKER

Snowie's voice crackled offur the comms, "Basil ten clicks and closing, do something!"

I stared at Smoochie. "Smooch what the flip is happening?"

I heard the trigger click again and nothing happened.

"I'm trying Basil!" he squealed in terror.

My heart was pounding so fast, it was like a mini jackhammer in my chest.

Smooch squeezed the trigger again, my eyes scanned the anti-missile gun in an instant looking fur why it wasn't firing and that's when I saw a small red lever on the side and yanked it down.

"Five clicks and closing Basil!" Snowie said, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! Fur Basts sake FIRE NOW!" I yelled as we sat there like sitting ducks in the middle of hunting season.

Smooch squeezed the trigger offur and offur, I could see the abject horror spreading across his little face as nothing happened again.

"Three clicks and closing, effurypurrdy brace fur impact!" Snowie hollered offur the comms unit.

My ear was suddenly filled with effurypurdy's panicked voices and I couldn't think as I watched the missile start its downward trajectory.

Parsley suddenly popped up next to me and stared at Smooch, then at the incoming missile blazing towards Sleepy Hollow and then at the huge gun.

"Two clicks and closing!" Snowie was screaming now.

Parsley sprung into action, and began to pump the little red lever up and down. 

"Smooch fire now," he said quickly.

Smooch adjusted the aim and squeezed the trigger offur and offur.

The ground rocked beneath our paws as four shells blasted skywards one aftur the other leaving us in an acrid grey gun-smoke smog as they zoomed towards the approaching missile.

"Basil one click and closing!" Snowie screamed louder than I effur thought possible.

A second later...


jumped towards the gun and clamped my paws offur my ears.  Parsley and Smooch followed suit as we took shelter from the blast fall-out.



The sky lit up like the fourth of July, not that we have the fourth of July here but I can't think of another more suitable simile right now! MOL

Heated radiated down from the colossal fireball fur a few moments, and then dissipated just as quickly.  Luckily all four shells had exploded along with the missile and even more fortunately any detritus had been vapourised in the explosion it was that hot.

I took a breath and rolled offur on the cool grass, letting my intense tension slip into the soft earth and said a brief prayer of thanks to Bast.


Suddenly my comms unit crackled. "Basil, are mew all OK?" Snowie asked. "What the flip happened?"

"All OK," I breathed heavily. "The gun wouldn't wurk!"

Parsley pressed his lips together and gulped.  He raised his paw and said,"That would be my fault."

I stared wide-eyed at him and he continued.

"Mew remember the bazooka incident?" Parsley said sheepishly. 

Smooch began to grin as he remembered it all too well. "Great times!" he murmured.

I nodded in agreement at Parsley's statement and tried to ignore Smooch's, keeping my expression neutral.

"Well aftur we nearly blew a hole in the bunker wall, I thought it would be prudent to make sure that something like that or wurse didn't happen again," he paused briefly and gulped again.  "So I fitted a primer switch to all the weapons that could cause the most damage if accidentally set off."

Smooch stared in disbelief and cuffed him round the ear as he said, "That's why the gun didn't fire, I thought it was me!  Mew nearly made me wet myself, oh wait a minute I did!"

Parsley nodded. "I furgot until I came up top and saw which gun it was, Basil I'm so sorry," he said softly. "I nearly got us all blown up trying to do the right thing."

I pondered this fur a moment, then said, "Dude, the good news is mew got here in time, saw the purroblem and solved it before total disaster struck.  The bad news is mew need to go and write me a list and take of photo of effury weapon that mew've altered like right now with a description of how to fire it aftur your modification and let us all have a copy on the double, as we're in a defcon one situation and we can't be having a close shave like that again because our equipment isn't wurking how it should."

"Parsley dude," Smooch said. "I'll come with and help ok?" then he added. "I need a quick wash furst before mew lot start calling me piddle-pants!"

Parsley sighed and nodded.

I watched as he and Smooch headed towards the bunker door behind the summer house and I said to Snowie. "Snowie get effurypurdy else into the control room now. Oh and leave C.J. on level eight with Horice, I'm sure he's really enjoying the downtime and a few niptini's!"



"Copy that Basil!" she answered. "And can I turn this blasted red light off it's giving me a headache?!"

"Sure!" I replied with a smile.

A few minutes later we were all assembled.



"Guys, we've had some close calls," I began. "But today was a little out there, obviously I wasn't expecting the PITH-heads to attack quite so soon but they did and this shows us exactly what we're up against. And I certainly didn't know that young Parsley had been modifying the weapons either."

There was a collective sigh as we let the last fifteen minutes of high tension slip away.

"Basil," Humphrey began. "That was some serious attack, these PITH-heads really mean business and aftur their furst attack failed I can only imagine what they're cooking up!"

"Yeah!" said Amber. "We need to go on the defensive like yesterday!"

"Indeed," I agreed. "Posie did mew find anything out in the cloud?"

"Not really," she answered. "But I did see a serial number on the missile if that will help?"

Amber said, "Tell me quick."

Posie gave her the serial number and Amber began typing on the nearest keyboard. 

"Searching all databases now," she said. "OK, it was a short range pre-programmed missile readily available on the black market, howeffur this one was of unknown origin which is highly suspect!  Where on earth would they get an unmarked missile within such a short space of time?"

I thought about this fur a moment and then it hit me like a wet fish around the chops. "I know exactly where they'd get something like that!" I said through gritted teeth.

My four fur-sibs stared at me with expectant faces.

"Dwight Dastardly!" I snarled.

"Who the flip is Dwight Dastardly?" came the collective question.

"He's a dodgy dealer in arms and ammunition's!" I said. "Whateffur mew need he can get it as long as mew've got a big enough bank balance."

 The room fell silent as the implications of the PITH-heads having an arsenal to be reckoned with sank in.

"That's seriously bad news dude," Humphrey said.

"Mew have no idea," I replied. "I used him myself in the past when I needed stuff that I couldn't get legit and he always delivered."

"OH flip!" Amber breathed.

"Yep!" I replied.

"That's where mew got most of the stuff fur the bunker isn't it?" Snowie said as the realization sank in.

I nodded.

"And that means that the PITH-heads have probably got a full inventory of our armoury now?" Amber added.

I nodded again. "Highly likely!"

"OH *&@&!" Humphrey cursed. "Can this day get any wurse?"

Just then the bunkers private telephone began to ring.  Snowie jumped off the chair and headed to the comms station.



"Put it on loud speaker and use the bogus business name when mew answer," I said quickly. "And no-purrdy make a sound."

"Welcome to the Cats Whiskers Holistic Health Retreat, this is Suki how may I help mew?" Snowie said sweetly.

"Cut the crap!" a voice growled through the speaker. "And get me Basil Widdairs right now otherwise mew'll be getting another surprise!"

"Let mew put mew on hold just one second while I redirect your call," Snowie continued in her sweetest tone.

She pushed a button and put the PITH-head on hold before saying, "What the flip do we do now? Those maggots have even got our private unlisted number!"

I didn't have time to stall, so I said. "Start the trace and put him on the loud speaker now!"

Snowie pushed the trace button and released the hold button.

"This is Basil Widdairs," I said. "What do mew want?"

A malevolent laugh rang out. "Mew have no idea how long I've waited to hear your voice and now I can tell mew exactly how I'm going to ruin your life once and fur all."

** And Cut **

It's that time of the post again, when we bet mew've more questions than mew can shake your tail at!

Such as:

OMC How could mew leave us hanging like that and we've got a whole week to wait?!! Again!!

Jeez young Parsley nearly caused a total wipe-out, how come mew didn't know he'd been tinkering with the weapons on the sly?

What's C.J. and Horice up to?

Surely with C.J. being Primo Director of the F.I.B. he wouldn't really be getting off his chops on a beach on level 8, especially at a time like this would he?

Are there any pedalo's or lilo's on the oasis in level 8?

Who is this Dwight Dastardly purrson?

Can we get his number?

Does he sell tanks?

Do mew think he'd sell us one?

etc...

We're sure mew  purrobably have many more but to be honest we can't think of any right now as a whole new bad scenario has just turned up!

Many thanks fur joining us today and don't furget to come back next Tuesday fur Part IV

Until then

DON'T GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!!!

Bestest purrs

Agent Basil & The Heathen Hoard







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