my name is Blackie and as my master hogs the computer most of the time I thought
I should have a part of his web site. Any way I am in charge of all domestic
matters in the house and feel I should tell all you cybercats about all the
goings on in the area. I`ve been in charge here for about ten years. I was living
in the squat he calls the side passage while he was away and when life appeared
back in the house I walked in the back door to my present masters surprise and
This is me. I let the master take my picture occasionally
when I'm in a good mood. The back garden - and I use the term garden very loosely -
has plenty of places to hide but I'm not allowed out in the front because
of the traffic. However I can watch what's happening in the front from the
bay window but I do get a bit bored so I often have a little nap in the morning
did have a friend next door - Charlie - who visited most mornings and afternoons
for my leftovers. My master gave him the odd titbit that I invariably left out
of the goodness of my heart. Charlie sometimes got into fights but I steer clear
of trouble with the odd hiss and stare.
unfortunately died quite recently and is now in pussy heaven. I do miss Charlie
and have to give my master extra cuddles. You
can see Charlie below.
spent such a lot of time on our kitchen window ledge hoping for an extra titbit.
He never found a way in through the cat flap - thank goodness. We did have a
chat a while ago and I agreed I`d ask the master to put a pond in the garden
so we could go wind surfing am afraid our other suggestion about putting fish
in the pond fell on stony ground. My master who is in the springtime of his
senility felt Charlie and I would try and catch the fish - perish the thought
like to have a go on the computers myself but even if I put my paw anywhere
near the table where the keyboards are I detect a raising of tone of voice coming
on, so being the well behaved moggy I am I wouldn`t dare without permission.
If I want to give him a little fright I walk on the answer machine and press
the button that starts a computer voice . Occasionally he takes me for a trip
in the car- however I never look forward to these trips as its either to the
vets to get a jab or to the cattery for a little holiday as he calls it - Holiday
! I have to spend many days sat in a small room with no TV or radio , with only
a few strange fellow prisoners sounding off about the price of Whiskas and Felix.
master gets a tiny bit grumpy when I decide to get up early in the morning to
do some exercises. I like to try to climb the aluminum ladders and abseil down.
As he doesn`t leave the ladders at a nice climbable angle I often make a bit
of a noise while climbing but I expect five in the morning is a little early.
He moans about my snoring too. I often get messages from well wishers and they
ask about my age , but a lady never discloses her age -right.
Rebecca next door (there she is on the left ) doesn`t say very much but I did
get a manual on how to translate rabbit thumping so hopefully one day I shall
be able to tell him how much I enjoy rabbit flavour Whiskas !
Well I`d better stop this chat and go and check the footy results. If
City have lost again he`ll be in a foul mood when he gets back from Maine
Road and I`ll have to keep a low profile for a while. He doesn`t know I`ve
been doing this so you won`t tell will you. Cheers
PS As City have actually been winning games recently I'll be getting
extra Whiskas !
This is the very naughty mystery
cat caught on the masters secret night surveillance camera a week or so ago.
You can tell from his expression that he`s up to no good. We are hoping the
picture will be on BBC Crimewatch prog soon.
We have not seen anything of
this villain for a while now but as the master has built me a high watching
viewpoint on top of an old tree I shall keep a watchful eye open.
humans suffered during the production of this web page
Back again at last . I thought he'd never let me update this page. Let
me first thank all you pussies out there that have sent e-mails to me. Some
even from across the water ! When he went across the water to take some
photos I was sent on holiday to Auntie Betty's - actually its a cattery
but he always refers to it as Auntie Betty's to prevent me from being upset.
As if I ever would ! Huh ! At least when I am there I can have a chat to
the other inmates. We have had some excitement during the past few months.
During the summer a bird managed to get down the chimney and caused havoc
in the dining room. I was sent outside and Charlie and I watched with great
amusement as he tried to entice the bird back out through one of the windows.
It seemed to take for ever and I am sure I would have made a better job
of it. Mind you I might not have let the bird fly away afterwards. Recently
we have had the house invaded by a strange large black cat who has been
leaving wee wee messages around much to the consternation of the master
who thought it was ME at first. How he could EVER think such a thing is
beyond comprehension. Anyway my master and I were returning to the kitchen
one evening when we saw a large black thing flying through the cat flap
at high speed. So he laid a trap by setting the cat flap so that anything
could come in but not out again and lo and behold next morning we discovered
the culprit skulking in the corner. The master opened the back door but
this stupid cat ( must have had a terribly low pussy IQ )kept on trying
to get out via the cat flap in the window. The master gave him several cold
showers to remind him not to return before he eventually discovered the
back door and shot off. We had never seen this unwanted visitor before and
he has not returned to my territory. However a few days later he invaded
next door and attacked Charlie inflicting several nasty bites. Charlie never
really recovered . Everyone is suffering from NBCIS - naughty black cat
invasion syndrome and plans are afoot to set up a cat watch.
My master has got himself one of these new fangled digital cameras so
he tries it out on me- of course and the spiders in the garden (I use the
The spiders here are hopping mad. He refuses to pay modelling fees and because
of all the painting going on indoors the spiders union have called a meeting.
Some chickens have arrived next door and you can see the interest of my friends
next door in the picture on the left. The master and I are already 'hatching'
an escape for them !! I keep egging him on!
The spider on the right is the one that lives next to my 'top flat'.
am sorry to have to tell you that Blackie passed away at 8-30 pm on Sunday April
1st 2001 after a short illness. I will retain this page for a short time in
memory of her wonderful friendship.
She will be greatly missed. May she rest