Well I was bloody right wasn't I.

so I goes and hides right and he finds me under the chest in the clipped one's room and so he chases me down the stairs but there's this old one who grabs me and they put me in a basket and then in the car to the place where they torture cats with pins called boosters and stuff.

And when I get there there are lots of wolves again and some poncey hairy cat that won't be much cop at fighting so I gives him screws and he goes miaow and gives me screws back but I could have had him good and proper the wuss I could and then this wolf comes and looks at me and I can't get to him and give him a clip cos I'm in this cage which is just as well cos I could have had him too. Then this bloke gets hold of me and looks in mouth and up me ears and holds my eyes open just in case I have hidden some food in them I guess he was hungry like and then he looks at me scabs and says they is getting better so he gets the fat cook to hold me and sticks pins in me back.

I was well happy to get back in me cage and had a little sing song on the way back thinking about how I was going to go and visit the neighbors when I got back, but it stated raining so I thought I'd blog my tale for all you hep cats out there while the cook listens to that bloody racket he calls music. Better go the Suns come out "Oi Cook Me Out and quick about it."

As I expected our polling booth for the local election was a hive of activity where I had to vie with bugger all anyone to cast my votes.

I have to say that its a sad day for politics when none of the three big parties consider contesting our town council leaving it up to a straight fight between the local residents Association and the lowlife British Nazi sorry National Party. How the local Tories then have the brass neck to attack the Residents Association in their election material for the district council I don't know.

Typically I said all this to the two chaps collecting the polling cards on the way out thinking they were both from the Residents Association because of their green Rosettes, but I had forgotten that the Tories have this new green tree logo thing that their image consultants think shows how caring David Cammeron is.

Do you know what? He never said a thing in his party's defence.

Be that as it may folks, do go out and vote, its important that we don't let racist extremists into our local government just because its only a local election.

Shipscat One here.

The fat one is hanging the washing up so I grabbed the PC.

Now somethings up today cos the fat one is home and its not a weekend and he said to the monkey what went to the vet and got his fur clipped cos he must have had a abcess or something like happened to my mum's mate Godzilla before I was born like "Don't let the little bastard out" when he left to go hunting.

Better scat he's coming down the stairs