Thursday 31 May 2007

From Plate to Bin

Oh dear, my human's friend binned my meal. She was not pleased. Indeed, she had a minor sulk. But then she remembered us and cut a bit more roast pork, peas and broccoli. All of the food is well washed. She's good to us is our human.

WE COULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT

Honestly, don't people use their senses? A newspaper article today reveals researchers findings that pets have different personalities. Any pet lover care to disagree? Really, I ask you. We pets know we are different. You don't need George Orwell to tell you that you just need to observe us at home. Is the Pope still a Catholic?

ALL IS QUIET

My human has just got up. She had a big pork meal last night cooked by her friend. She also bought one round of drinks too many. That's why she's been sleeping. She's wide awake now and enjoying her week off. She's talking to us but we're really all terribly sleepy. My name is Poppy and I'm the only one awake. The newest inhabitant of our home is Harry. He's a gerbil and so he's in a different cage. Some of us rats look on gerbils as tasty snacks. Our human is not going to risk something untoward happening. We're supposed to be pets. Have a good day, everyone.

Wednesday 30 May 2007

My Home

I live in a big cage with my sister and two friends. Their names are Bluebell, Gypsy and Jaz. Gypsy and Jaz are twins. We all love living here. We drink soya milk, water and have lots of toys to play with. We like eating holes in some of them. Tee Hee.

Right Now

Right now I'm playing on the carpet. My human friend is hoping I will not hide for long this time. The other day I really pissed her about. I hid behind all the settees, chairs, books and would not come out. I just fancied a bit more playtime than she had bargained for. Well, really. Why not? I was out for hours. You ought to have seen the things she had to do to persuade me to go back inside my cage. We've got Bob Dylan on Radio 2 on the broadband playback. Love his voice although my human is not so impressed. She thinks he's putting it on. Anyway, we're not going there. I really can't be bothered with revisiting 60s discussions on the value of Dylan's voice. Wow -- he's just going to play Hoagy Carmichael. Things can only get better.

Meet Me

Hello websurfers. My name is Poppy. I should have a picture on this blog very soon. And then some, tee hee.
I am a fancy rat. Yes, a rat. But not one of those creatures roaming around the garbage cans beside your home. Poor things. So misunderstood. As for myself, well I'm lucky. I'm a clean little girl with a wonderful human always looking after me.