We're The 'B' Team, oppurrating from a secret bunker somewhere in middle England ~ If mew have a purroblem, if no-purrdy else can help, and if mew find can us, then purrhaps mew can hire The 'B' Team. We also share a wide array of entertaining posts to amews mew each week, so drop by often to catch up on all the fun!
Today we are furry sad, as mew will know that some complete idiot went and shot Cecil the Lion and paid a lot of money to do so. This makes us furry, furry sad and we don't usually enter the world of media politics, howeffur we felt that being distant relations to Cecil needed to say something today.
Hunting is wrong, it's not sport - it's an outright massacre, we feel that in our educated world and we do live in the best of times throughout the entire history of mankind/catkind/animalkind, we feel that the world is just as barbaric as it was in the Dark Ages, and this to us, makes no sense at all given what we know and how we live in modern times.
So our question is this, if we're so civilised and educated, why do people want to hurt animals, and each other fur that matter? It really is a joke, and a furry sad one at that.
If aliens are out there, there's no way they'd come here on a peace mission, the only thing they'd want to do is wipe humanity out...
RIP Cecil the Lion
Gone but definitely not furgotten
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Anyhoo, enough of that - we do hope mew've all had a great week, apart from the above ours has been good. The weather cooled just slightly and we've had a few showers, but this is good news fur the veggie patch. Parsley has taken to going down the field with me on Kitty Patrol the last couple of weeks, so he's in training. Smooch is not too happy about this as he wanted to come along, howeffur the P.A. doesn't really like him coming along as she worries about him getting into all manner of predicaments due to his speshul needs status [3 legs] so he's been sulking a little.
Snowie has been sleeping a lot, but we figure this is because she's older. Amber has been a propurr sucky baby all week, a propurr cling-on! MOL Humphrey has been spending his days upside down without a care in the world, so the OAP kitties are just taking it nice and easy.
If mew missed any posts this week, here's what's been happening:
Mew may remember on last weeks Thoughtless on Thursday that Amber was being rather grumpy in her five minute segment, well this is the reason why... a few minutes before Amber photo's were taken, Smoochie had already been in the catmint having a pawty fur one! MOL MOL MOL
So that's all the posts sorted. In other news the P.A. has a terrible cold and we're ministering lemsip, cuddles and soft purrs so she gets better soon as we noticed the supplies are running a little low in the kitty pantry, we're down to only 10 boxes, so we need her to get in her wheeled mechanical chariot and go to the shops, and yes I know we can order it online but unless there's someone to open the gates it can't be delivered, it's just so much easier to send the P.A. to the store, and she doesn't mind at all! MOL
The weather has been clement, a little rain here and there but generally it's been nice, the veggies are growing and the flowers are blooming, we'll post some pics of the garden soon when we go on another garden safari followed by afternoon tea, effurypurdy is welcome to join the tour.
On that note, we'll say bye fur now and we'll be back on Sunday with our usual post of Sunday Selfies, hope mew can join us then!
Yesterday we had 5 minutes in the life of Smoochie, so today we're having 5 minutes in the life of Amber - BTW sorry she looks a little grumpy! MOL [Obviously the catmint wasn't strong enough to alleviate the big black cloud that was spoiling her mood! MOL]
Also if mew missed the Grand Finale of The Curse of The Klepto Bunny, mew can find that here:
Many sorry for the lateness of effurything at the moment, mew can't believe the comedy of errors that has been happening.
As mew will remember the Finale of The Curse of The Klepto Bunny was on the cards fur last week, and it was done, the post finished and then we hit publish and our whole world exploded - blogger hadn't been saving the draft even though we click save as we go along just in case, anyhoo, publish was clicked and nothing happened, so we closed the draft thinking it was saved and went to re-open it and well lets just say we weren't furry impressed to see 80% of the post missing - 4 hours work gone in a blink. So purrlease bear with us while we piece it all together again. To be honest we are beginning to think their are forces beyond our control at work as the last 12 months have been really 'out there' to say the least!
So in other news, we're also late with the Pet Parade and Sunday Selfies due to a dodgy wifi connection - I mean really, how much drama is happening right now???? with the bees and all that too, how much can a posse of kitties take? REALLY?
So many apologies for our tardiness and we are working supurr hard to get effurything happening and all posts completed!
Outrage exploded in the control room as effuryone spoke at once.
"Quiet!" I yelled above the din and the hubbub settled down. I waited fur a moment before I spoke again. "It would seem that the Baron will stop at nothing to get his revenge and he doesn't care who he hurts in the process, this is completely unacceptable and after much deliberation I have decided that we have no choice other than to unleash Bunzilla."
Amber squealed in terror. Snowie screamed in complete fear. Posie squawked in horror.
Smooch and Parsley exchanged quizzical glances.
Humphrey looked at me and asked. "Is that our only option?"
I nodded my head solemnly. "I'm afraid so."
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'Bunzilla vs Baron Von Booney'
Speedy arrived in our little village, called, Sleepy Hollow; with Bunzilla. They both materialised in the field behind the house without any incident, plus there were no news crews, army or airforce to contend with [in other words - a miracle]
"Yo Speedy dude, it's so great to see mew!" I called as I hurtled down field to meet them. A few moments later I was right there with them.
Ranger Speedy hopped off Bunzilla's back and I looked up at Bunzilla.
"Wow, dude mew've grown up since I last saw mew!" I gasped in awe. "Mew were half the size!"
Bunzilla chuckled, it was a low thrumming sound which made the ground tremble effur so slightly beneath our paws.
"Hey Basil, it's so great to be here," he replied trying to keep his voice low. "Sorry about the Navy, Army and Air-force thing, I was planning on tunnelling all the way here but I got ravelled up in some pipe line and cables which left me no option other than to surface!"
"Hey, it's no problem, my supurr buddy Ranger Speedy here saved the day," I placed a paw on Speedy's back and gave him a gentle pat. "Good job he was available to come and rescue mew!" "Oh Ranger Speedy is the best," Bunzilla agreed. "I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been there, well let's just say it could have turned very nasty indeed!" We all nodded in agreement. Suddenly remembering my manners, I asked. "Would anyone care fur refreshments?" * * * Meanwhile... Baron Von Booney was hiding in his secret lair, he was alone as his ferret army neffur came back after the attack. "Curses, curses and more curses!" he spat angrily as stomped around the table, finally kicking it over in his temper. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this, that flea-bitten Basil Widdairs should have been dealt with by now..." he hurled a chair against the wall. "I can see I'm going to have to go up top and deal with that evil pussy once and or all." He pulled a moth eaten blanket off a battered trunk and opened it. Staring at the contents he reached in and pulled out a smaller box. "I really didn't want to use this, but I've got no choice!" he mumbled as he slammed the lid down and replaced the holey blanket. "I wanted to save this for another day, but what the flip, maybe that day is today!" * * *
After making Bunzilla invisible again as he was too big to fit in the bunker and fitting him with a comms unit, Speedy followed me to the bunker where we met the rest of the clan in the Control Room. After all the usual pleasantries were exchanged and a few of niptini's [shaken not stirred] and an extra supurr juicy carrotini fur Speedy were quaffed, we got down to bunny business. Bunzilla had been grazing on the delicious sweet meadow grass while we slurped. "Can mew hear me Bunzilla?" I asked when Snowie switched on the comms. There was a great belching sound and then Bunzilla spoke. "Pardon me... Yes I can hear you Basil!" "Excellent, we've come up with a plan and will be with mew shortly," I replied. "Sure thing Basil, I'm just really enjoying grazing right now!" Bunzilla answered. I turned to effurypurdy. "So we're all agreed on the plan, now it's time to get going." * * *
We headed down the field, leaving Snowie in the control room. We had just reached Bunzilla when Snowie's voice sounded over the comms.
"Basil, can mew hear me?" she asked.
"Loud and clear Snowie, what's up?" I answered.
"The Baron is in the garden!" she replied.
"That's wunderpurr news, he's right where we want him!" I said with a wry smirk.
"There's one more thing," she added, a hint of uncertainty tingeing her voice.
I paused and then said. "Tell me."
"The Baron is sitting on the lawn with a silver box," she continued.
"Yes..." I said.
"Well the box is smoking and the Baron looks positively manic," Snowie replied.
I looked at effurypurdy, then noticed Smooch who had climbed onto Bunzilla's back.
"Smooch, purrlease get down," I said. "I'm sure that our guest doesn't need mew clambering all over him!"
Bunzilla chuckled. "To be honest I was quite enjoying the back massage!"
I gave Smoochie one of my 'purrlease get down down from there looks' and said. "Snowie tell me what's happening now?"
"It's smoking pretty full on now!" Snowie's voice began to quaver. "I can barely see the garden now!"
I turned to the gang. "This can't be good!"
A moment later Snowie spoke again. "I've managed to zoom in on the silver box and it's got a dragon on it, does that mean anything to mew?"
I pondered this fur a few moments putting the search button on in my memory banks. Trawling through all the cases when I was an FIB agent [Field Intelligence Bureau] back in the day.
"Oh jumping jeepers!" I exclaimed suddenly. "I know exactly what it is!"
All eyes were on me now as I said. "It's the fabled box of the secret Dracus Cult and if it's opened, well let's just say life as we know will be over furever."
Horrified gasps erupted and my brain spun with a myriad of scenarios as to how to stop Baron Von Booney from unleashing the contents of the Dracus Box.
"Basil I don't mean to alarm mew, but the Baron has started to chant something, the smoke is getting thicker and there are weird sparkles surrounding him!" Snowie almost squawked.
"Oh fur all that is merciful!" I cried out. "Can't this maniac effur stop? If he completes the secret incantation of The Dracus Cult and opens that box, we're flipping well doomed!"
Smooch had hopped off Bunzilla's back and it was a good job too, as Bunzilla gave me a look and then launched skywards like a giant white fluffy cloud heading at lightning speed straight fur our garden.
We hurtled up the field towards the manky garden gate [the P.A. hasn't gotten around to fixing it yet] and just as we flung it open there was a rather sickening crunch and the ground shook beneath our paws like a mini earth quake.
"Wait!" I said abruptly. "Wait till the smoke thins out as we can't see what on earth is happening."
The smoke gradually began to clear until Bunzilla could be seen sitting quite calmly surrounded by the last few wispy clouds.
"Where's the Baron?" I called to Bunzilla. Bunzilla gave me a look and then glanced down at his huge fumper feet. "Don't panic Basil, the Baron has been contained once and fur all," he said as a tinge of regret flashed in his eyes. I stared down and that's when I saw the Baron, well what was the Baron. He was flatter than a pancake that had been under a road roller, literally. My eyebrows were hovering about 10 inches above my head as I took it all in. "And the Dracus Box?" "I've got it!" Smooch yelled from behind one of the big pots. "The lid is still closed, right?" I called back. "Oh yes, it's still sealed," Smooch replied appearing next to me and held it out to me. "And it's not smoking any more either." Whooping and cheering erupted from the entire gang, I gave effuryone a tight smile and felt my entire body relax fur the furst time since the Baron came into our lives and nearly changed effurything fur effur.
"Phew!" I let out a big sigh of relief. "That was lucky!"
* * * The Aftermath We made sure the Baron was given a propurr send off, one that included a capsule that was launched into space and a 'DO NOT RETURN -LIKE EFFUR!' sticker placed on it [MOL] The ferret hoard were released and all their weapons confiscated. They were all given a good behaviour bond. Budger the Badger was neffur seen again. After finding the Barons secret liar courtesy of Fiddler the Ferret, all of the nearly almost real diamonds were recovered, and a whole host of other weird and wunderpurr artefacts were discovered and placed in the vault in our bunker. Parsley continues to surprise us after his nano-bot encounter and we're placing bets that he's going to a propurr supurr cat one day. Humphrey still has the Barons top hats and the Viking helmet too, and we're sure he likes wearing them in secret, yet this still has to be confirmed. And as fur all of us, we had a big pawty before Speedy and Bunzilla departed. And the really good news, the P.A. neffur had a clue what was happening!! MOL MOL * * * The Curse of The Klepto Bunny is dedicated to the memory of our beautiful, valiant, inspiring and sometimes rather bad tempered sisfur, Posie
Rest in Peace Posie ~ Mew will Neffur be Forgotten
30th June 1999 - 22nd April 2015
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We'll be back on Friday with our usual slot of The Pet Parade, and we're working on several new idea's to entertain mew with, until then