Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Minnie Moo's Art Expo: Study of Sleep

welcome to my first art exhibition 

"a study of sleep".....above bookish sleep


keeping the money & credit card warm handbag sleep
odd but cute at the same time sleep
I didn't do it sleep
Dreaming of Friskies sleep
Upside down sleep
Donut Sleep

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Minnie Moo asks a question.....

an empty bowl of Friskies and a fresh bowl of yummy goodness!
So go on....... and seize the half second!
Loads of love and yours in fresh friskies
Minnie Moo xxxxx

Friday, 25 May 2012

Minnie Moo. SLEEP! PEEPS vs CATS!

The other day I noticed M was really tired and grumpy at me and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. As far as I could see nothing was out of the ordinary; my friskie bowl was full of my favourite food group, my water bowl was sparkly clean and topped up. Plus it was just gone 10am and I was just lounging in the sun settling in for a nice long nap on the couch.

Here I was in my happy place, so why was M yawning all the time and glaring across at me, giving me the evil eye?

If I could understand peep-speak I’d have no problem deciphering what she was saying to me but I don’t think M realises that when she’s talking to me all I hear is blah, blah, blah, Minnie Moo, blah, blah, blah Mins oh and the blah, blah, blah, Minnie Moo it’s Friskie time! Seriously I understand nothing, nada, niente, zip of what M’s saying.

I know it’s good when she gives me cuddles, hugs and tickles me on the head. But all those words just whisk right over my cute little ears.

But with M yawning away, it did get me thinking as to why I was zonked too. The big clock hand had just gone past 10 o’clock in the morning and instead of wanting to get out and enjoy the day, Mr Sandman was paying my eyes a visit and making them all tired and sleepy.

Before I was lost to nap-land I cast my mind all the way back to the middle of the night and me waking up ready to start my activities at the reasonable hour of one o’clock in the morning. Naturally if I was up M had to be up too as she knows I’m not certified to operate a door handle to open the door. M was the only one up to this task.

Instead of giving me hugs and cuddles M just picked me up, opened the door and plonked me outside. What’s up with her? Anyway I didn’t have time to think about that deep stuff right I had a little cat business to tend to. A little sniffing around, doing my neighbourhood patrol, dispatching of some unwanted stuff in the garden and checking up on the bigger anipals living in the paddock across the road, oh and playing with the bunny rabbits too. After a couple of hours of ‘work’ it was time for me to take a break.

Now as I mentioned I am door challenged so to let M know it was time to let me back inside I did what I always do, tap, tap, tapping the door repeatedly while miaow-ing a Chinese Opera at the top of my voice.

Finally M opened the door, saying things I couldn’t understand, to let me inside. Glancing at the clock I could make out the big hand had just gone 3am. For most of us cats, this is lunch time.

Having filled up on friskies and after taking a power nap on the bed ‘lunch’ was over it was time for me to get on with being a cat. Once again the clock told me all I needed to know, it was 4.30am. The perfect time for us cats to catch a performance of the bird dawn chorus.

Naturally as I have door issues I had no choice but to wake up M to let me outside.

So this morning the friskie dropped! M and I are on opposite sides of the clock. When M’s sleeping I’m awake and wanting to go out and do cats stuff and while I’m napping on and off throughout the day, M’s behind her computer, tip, tap, typing away on her work stuff.

But now I think M’s trying to tire me out throughout the day and change my sleeping times, every time I drop off to nap during the day she wakes me up and puts me outside to play. Little does she know I just find a sunny spot to snooze the day away!

Ah well I guess our internal alarm clocks are set to opposite and at the end of a sleepless night that what makes us special and different. Or, loveable and annoying.

We never had this problem in our old house coz I could just jump in and out of the window. Where we live now has huge floor to ceiling windows so my jumping in and out days are over and a cat door is out of the question.

I’m sure M will make it her life mission to ‘train’ me to sleep when she sleeps. No promises but hey I’ll try.

Sweet Dreams,
Yours in friskies, Minnie Moo xxx
Hey if you can't sleep read my tails! 

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Minnie Moo's Best Furry Feline Friend Foto Blog

BFFF - best furry feline friend 4 ever 
Here's some of my photo's of the best ever cats I know. They're all super cute, but not as cute as moi! 
We're friends coz we like loads of the same stuff like, LOVE friskies, the couch, cat-napping, eating, playing with other little anipals, eating, sleeping, head scratch's, beds, leaving hair everywhere, waking up super duper early.
Relax and take a peek at some of the best looking cats. Ever! 


Miss Holly works at the flower shop and greets all her customers with a head butt rub, a loud purrr and depending on the weather a hearty mee-ow!
Here's Ms Miley, she lives just over the road from me and has magical green eyes.  Ms Miley sees things only a black cat with green sparkly eyes can see.

Miss Tilly makes me blush a little, you see I've got a secret crush on her. We like to go to the Pussy Foot Inn together for lunch. Miss Tilly is a little posh and a foodie, she likes to help me read my menu.

 Now Lulu looks a little grumpy but don't worry this is her happy face. She was once an indoors only cat now she loves nothing more than flitting in and out and climbing up trees. Unfortunately Lulu hasn't quite worked how to come down trees yet. 

Meet Lady Lucky she wears white sox all the time. I'm pretty sure she was once a movie star when black and white movies were around. Now Lucky just spends her time lounging plus she's a nap-and-snack-a-holic.

Poor Mr Tuxedo is still recovering from his visit to the super brainy anipal peeps aka The Vet. Despite wearing his jumper and being in a little bit of ouch he's always so wise and kind. Check out his long old grand-daddy whiskers.

This one's a hairdresser's dream! I met her with Lady Lucky and she's super friendly. It's a little awkward for me coz I can't remember her name but I do know she loves lapping up Pet Milk.

Ratto is beautiful and so exotic with her long red locks. The lucky thing lives close to the big wide blue ocean and sometimes the sea breeze ruffles her hair. Even though she lives near the water she doesn't like swimming. Neither do I.

This is me, Minnie Moo. Actually this is my "headshot" I sent out to all the cat agents, my secret wish is to get a starring cat role on Modern Family and or The Mentalist, or to be the poster cat for Friskies. Dreams are free!

Yours in friskies Minnie Moo xxx

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Minnie Moo says Bullies aren't cool cats

Hey..... if you want to catch up the adventures of Minnie Moo, Mr Hawk and why it's never ok to be a bully, read on here. Tanks!

Zonked from climbing Fear Mountain
Safely home and tucked in all warm and cuddly in my bed, well M’s bed actually I thought about my adventure with Mr T, the most incredible Bunny Rabbit I've ever met, Mayor Thumper leader of all the little village anipals and the once nasty and old big bully but now nice as pie, Mr Hawk.

As scary as our adventure was I managed to conquer 'fear' mountain, it was super challenging and I almost ran out of puff but boy, it was oh-so-worth-it. 

You see for a long time I was terrified of those big birds of prey and direct descendant of the dinosaur, Hawk’s. All they did all day was fly around in menacing circles ready to swoop down on delicious looking little ones aka Minnie Moo's and take them on a way one ticket to never to be seen again land. 

It got to the point where I was 100% totally convinced the ceiling fan in our old house was one big mean angry Hawk. 

As you know on our adventure I met a certain Mr Hawk and instead of backing down and letting his bully bird ways turn me in a wobbly bowl of jelly I decided it was time for me to find my inner strong confident Minnie Moo and stand up to my greatest fear, Mr Hawk.

Using words from the dictionary I had secretly stored in my brain and with the support of Mr T and all the anipals from Little Village, I found my big hearty cat voice and let him know the reasons why it’s never ok to be a bully, in fact I think I remember using made up words like bully ssshmully

Living in that moment I felt no fear and didn’t even think about being whisked off to never to be see again land. All I kept thinking was ‘hey leave us all alone, we’ve never done anything bad to you or your family plus you're a part of our community and we're supposed to look out for one another. It's hard when you've learnt your bad behaviour from your family and your family’s family but you know in this day and age its ok to change. If you’re worried that if you stop eating us little anipals you won't have enough food, don't worry, there’s always plenty and loads of birdseed in the cupboard.'

Amazingly Mr Hawk turned his life around, I think Mrs Hawk had a lot to do with it as she wanted her little bird's Dad to be a positive role model able to give them each a little tool box on how to deal with the beautiful, good, bad and ugly that life can dish out.

So before I closed my eyes to nap I typed a little list on my i-pad with the bold title in bright pink capitals BULLY SSSHMULLY BULLIES AREN'T COOL CATS

Bully’s are mean
Because mostly they don’t know any other way or are under pressure from someone else to look and act mean. Deep down though they’re craving a little love, attention and just for someone to say something positive about them.

Bully's pick on you because they think they can 
But you know what, they can't. It's never ok.

Hey Bullies...
We may be different on the outside but we’re pretty much all the same on the inside.

Just like a super hero I learnt a cool trick
'put on an imaginary cape' so mean nasty words just bounce right off and don't hurt.

It takes a clock to change bad ways
You need a lot of time and understanding. Us cats aren’t very patient so I had to learn how to have a little more of that patience stuff.

Share your worries with others
I told Mr T and before long we found another support group; all the anipals from Little Village. I never-ever felt alone. Besides a problem shared is a problem halved or something like that.......

And finally, always look for a positive in a not so good situation. Like is my friskie bowl half empty or half full? 

With loads of love and friskies Minnie Moo xxx
Catch up on my fun tails here - tanks!

Saturday, 14 April 2012

Minnie Moo's story: It's never ok bully

Previously Minnie Moo was left frozen with fear anytime anyone mentioned the H word. Hawk's turned him into wobbly jelly. In these stories Minnie Moo, Mr T and loads of other little anipals cross pathways with the big meanie Mr Hawk. In his quest to overcome his fear, Minnie Moo finds inner strength within himself and from his new found friends to stand up to Mr Hawk and his bullying ways. This is about friendship, strength, facing fear and it's never ok to bully.

Chapter 1: Adventures with Mr T
Chapter 2: Meeting with the Mayor of Little Village
Chapter 3: The Little Anipals from Little Village
Chapter 4: Brave Cat Brave Heart

Chapter 5: Fearless Leader of the Anipals
Chapter 6: Oh No! Minnie Moo tastes delicious!
Chapter 7: Mr Hawk pecks Minnie Moo
Chapter 8: Minnie Moo Our Hero!
Chapter 9: Hawk's and Anipals Unite

And finally.....
The sun was shining and the air filled with the excited chat of lots of little anipals helping the pawty planning committee set up for the afternoon festivities. Happy and red faced many soon ran out of puff from trying to blow up balloons and talk at the same time! Everyone was having fun and soon all the balloons were tied to the back of the little chairs and together they floated up, higher and higher like huge bright spring flowers just like the big yellow sunflowers printed on all the table coverings.

There were boxes and boxes of playful coloured fairy lights to be strung between the trees creating a dazzling happy glow around our little pawty spot. Looking over my shoulder, I could see progress was very slow as all the kittens thought it was great fun to play hide and seek while getting all tangled in the miles and miles of lights.

Just behind the tables and chairs was a little white pavilion surrounded by a cute white picket fence. Inside it was a big white kitchen with a little white and ginger cat wearing a big white Chef’s hat and keeping calm while cooking up a storm of friskie and birdseed delights along with dishes of Pet Milk surprise and Rabbit Food Burgers. Expertly whisking up a bowl of cream, Chef meeoow'd orders for the helpers to follow, all that could be heard was a steady stream of “Yes Chef, I’m on to it Chef, It’s done Chef, Ok Chef and oddly, you want me to do what Chef?”

I couldn’t wait to bite into a friskie delight.

Over yonder and a few giant steps from the outdoor furniture an orchestra of do-it-yourself tones floated along the early afternoon breeze. Hammers and nails, saws and paint slosh sounded as the working crew all raced against the pavilion clock to have the stage painted and set up complete with the two murals hanging proudly across the back wall. 

Curious as to what was written on the murals I was a little surprised to read on one “Peach and Hare-money” and on the other “Little Village well comes the Hawk is”

Apparently I wasn’t the only one checking the progress of the signs as a flustered Bunny Rabbit crossed my path calling out crossly to the paw-writers, "No, no you’ve got it all wrong! You’ll have to start again, please read your briefing sheets! It's Peace and Harmony and Little Village welcomes The Hawk's. Come on, we don’t have much time but I have faith in you all! Just concentrate and try not to get too distracted by the yummy smells wafting over from the kitchen."

Heads down and tails up with a paintbrush in paw they painted over the mistakes to start again. 

Time tick-tocked and before long with the little hand on 3 and the big hand on 12, Mayor Thumper tested the sounded system “testing, testing, 1-2-3, can you hear me?” A chorus of YES LOUD AND CLEAR rang out. “Ok little anipals we’ve only got one hour to go until pawty time. Let the countdown begin.”

Those who had finished their jobs hurried home to change into their fancy pawty dress with some even managing a quick trip to the local hair salon. The others stayed behind working right up until the last call….”only 15 minutes to go, it’s time to finish your jobs, tidy up and for the band to come to the stage for a quick sound check.”

The big band was made up of 18 little anipals; 5 cats on the saxophone and clarinet, 4 bunny rabbits blowing trumpets, 4 hares on the trombones and the rhythm section; a beagle played piano, one chipmunk on bass and the other on guitar, a proud yet slightly mad rooster on vocals and finally a Chihuahua on drums. And, like a bag of liquorice allsorts the combination worked really well together.

As the clock chimed, it’s 4 o’clock! A flock of seagulls, oops sorry I mean Hawk’s flapped their way across the sky before swooping down to land softly on the Village Green cricket pitch temporarily re-named Big Bird Airport. Trying to do a Hawk-head-count I lost count at 50, trying again I got to 87, so I guess it was safe say at least a hundred birds flew in for the occasion.

Not being shy Mr Hawk led his family, extended family, friends and friends of friends to the front of the stage where the welcoming group made up of me, Mr T and Mayor Thumper were already behind the microphone. All our serious talking had been done and without wasting any time we beamed our mega-watt smiles before screaming out an enthusiastic “Welcome to Little Village, let the pawty begin!” and the big band struck up the first chords to what would become our signature Little Village song (thanks to Mr L Ritchie)…….

Da, Da oh oh oh oh
Well my friends the time has come
To raise the roof and have some fun
Throw away the work to be done
Let the music play on, play on, play,
Everybody sing, everybody dance......

We're going to party, karamoo, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along! 

And finally we all screeched, squawked, chirped, meeoowed, howled, hooted and hollered in harmony….

All night long, all night, all night, all night long

With non-stop hit and after hits of music playing well into the night, yummy food and drinks and new friends to make it was a perfect pawty celebrated by all in the spirit of peace and harmony.

As daylight hours dimmed the night sky twinkled brightly with millions of magical stars and even the tired old man in the moon rose to join in the fun. Saying our goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Hawk and Mayor Thumper, we felt a little sad to be leaving our Little Village friends but trying to leave on a happy note we shared "it's not goodbye it's until we meet again." 

Leaving the pawty Mr T and I walked along in perfect step by step harmony with the starry sky lighting our pathway. Soon Little Village faded in the distance as we continued up and over hills while cat-chatting about the time we all had together. It was then I shared with Mr T, “you know what I’ve learnt from Mr Hawk and his old bully ways? Despite our differences we're all unique, special and deserving of bucket loads of love. And, at the end of the day it doesn't matter what we look like from the outside we’re just about all the same on the inside!

Yours in friskies chock-a-block with love, Minnie Moo
To read the complete story of Minnie Moo and the Hawk click here

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Minnie Moo Hawk's Unite

To catch up on the fun but brave story of Minnie Moo and Mr Hawk click here
Waking up refreshed and invigorated, I did a little cat stretch to make sure everything was still in its proper place before heading out to join Mayor Thumper and Mr T for a spot of breakfast.  I felt terrific! A brand new day had dawned and it was now time for all of us to turn over a new leaf and welcome the Hawk's and their extended family into our Little Village community.

Over a yummy, healthy breakfast of a ‘little bit of this and a bit of that’, we cat-chatted about how excited we were to finally meet Mr Hawk here, in our own backyard. I think Mayor Thumper had a few last minute jitters thinking that Mr Hawk would change his mind and put his old bully suit back on. Like quicksand those thoughts were quickly sunk, after-all we reminded Mayor Thumper of our secret weapon, Mrs Hawk and her mission to encourage Mr Hawk to become a better bird for his own sake and for his family too.

As we were tidying up our breakfast dishes, a shadow passed overhead and a chilling breeze cut through the warm early morning air. Looking up we saw Mr Hawk and his posse of 3 birds begin making their descent down to join us at our makeshift table.

Anticipating a lot of whipped up landing dust we all covered our eyes with our paws but we didn't need to do this as surprisingly they glided in peace and harmony before making a complete stop at the head of the table. We took this as a good omen for our scheduled meeting. 

‘Good Morning Mayor Thumper, Mr T and my old sparring partner, Minnie Moo, how are you all this fine morning?’

In harmony we chorused, ‘We're just terrific Mr Hawk, after the excitement of yesterday we all slept the sleep of tiny little anipals!’

‘I’d like introduce you all to some of my family, this is my Aunty and Uncle Hawk and also my first cousin Hawk.’

After an exchange of 'hi ya', 'how you doing?' Mr Hawk continued, ‘as I promised our meeting was held last night and I'm really pleased to say every single one of the Hawk’s attended. I have to admit I thought it would be really difficult to convince them of our desire to live in peace and harmony, but they just cheered loudly. Hooray! Little did I know they were all stressed out from always having to be the big bad birds.’

‘But they do have one concern. You see our Hawk family is happy to change but their question is; what about the other Hawk’s in the world? What if they come to visit, see one of the little anipals and not aware we live in peace and harmony swoop on down for a mid-afternoon snack?' 

Mrs Hawk and I answered as honestly as we could, ‘well we're going to send out a message via the bird telegraph that we've changed and how we'd like all visitors to respect our choice. We'll all try our hardest but, at the end of the day we can only truly be responsible for our own behaviour. We'll see and hear things we don't like or agree with and, if that's the case, it's ok to simply say, hey I'm not ok with that.'

Speaking for the first time in quite a long time, Mr T wisely said ‘no matter where we live or what we do danger will always be close by. But, if we use a little common sense and talk together we’ll all be as safe as we can be.’

Hoarse from all of my recent yelling and screeching I croaked, ‘yes that's right and I whole-heartedly agree. Besides let me say this, Mr Hawk if you can change your behaviour, I’m ever-so-sure other’s can too. No offence, but you’re one tough old bird!’

Laughter rang out and spread its way around Little Village waking all the anipals from their sleepy beds. Soon and with some still in their PJ's, they all gathered to join in the fun and meet their new feathered beaky neighbours.

As the clock struck just before morning tea time the birds flew off back to their 3rd tree on the left, the rest of us formed another happy congo line and followed the pawty planning committee to help them set up our first ever Little Village fĂȘte to be held later that afternoon in the centre of the Village green.

I made a mental note to ask the caterer to make sure there was plenty of birdseed on the menu.

Yours in Friskies Minnie Moo
Missed the Hawk Story. Catch up here 

Monday, 26 March 2012

Minnie Moo's a Hero

Unlike the glum walk out to the 3rd tree on the left home of the Hawk family, our return journey to Little Village was filled with fun and laughter. Arriving safely home we all rushed to get out from under our boxes to begin our victory celebrations.

The air was buzzing with excitement as paws collided in hi-paw congratulations! Soon the anipals broke into a loud boisterous chorus that traveled happily along the early evening airwaves, 
“Give me an M – M! 
Give me an innie-innie! 
Give me an M – M! 
Give me an oo-oo! 
What’ve we got? Minnie Moo!”

Even the crickets traded their usual summer chirp to join in the chant. 

Feeling puffed up with pride the three of us jumped up on top of our hawk-pecked box and looked out as the awesome anipals continued to cheer. Basking in the glory of the happy occasion Mayor Thumper slowly raised her paw to silence the crowd.

“We’ll all remember this day for the rest of our lives and no doubt our adventurous story will be enjoyed by generations to come. Today you all showed the world the true meaning of community spirit and now thanks to you Little Village is once again, our safe little haven. Our home has been returned. 

"Mr T and Minnie Moo came from all the way over there to warn us of the Hawk Family danger. Casting their own fears aside, they did it because they cared and wanted to do the right thing for Little Village, in doing so they taught us all a valuable lesson, it's always ok to do the right thing. So let's do the right thing by giving them the biggest ever thank you, ready 1,2,3 THANK YOU!” 

When Mr T stepped forward the cheering could be heard twice, it was so loud it bounced off the nearby hills to be sound again. 

“Thank you, thank you, we're honoured and love your appreciation but please stop, it’s too much!” Slowly but surely the cheers silenced and Mr T continued, 

“Before we set off on our journey Minnie Moo confided he suffered terribly from a severe case of Hawk-o-phobia, the mere mention of the bird sent him into a shaky and shivering mess. Yet he successfully faced his fear and confronted his worse nightmare and we all know how the story ended! But another challenge was awaiting, as you can see my neck cone makes it impossible for me to look in any direction other than straight ahead, Minnie Moo was tasked with the very important job of being my seeing-eye cat and let's just say he's a champion, his vision is perfect, it's 20/20!

Pawsing Mr T, went on,

“Mr Hawk was a bully because he thought that’s the way for a mighty Hawk to behave. He believed this was the only way to show off his menacing power. Now not only is he a powerful fantastical bird, he has our respect too. So let's put our paws together to give ourselves and our brave courageous Minnie Moo a round of appawse!"

So loud was the appawse I was later told it could be heard as far away as the Pussy Foot Inn. 

Looking over all the cute-as-a-button faces I was overcome with pride and while holding back the water-works threatening to burst from my eyes I yelled out three simple words; “We did it!” 

“Without you and our congo line of bravery we would have never succeeded! Now go home get some sleep for tomorrow’s a busy day, there’s boxes to return and a pawty to plan!” 

The anipals erupted in unison, Pawty! Pawty! Pawty!

It wasn’t long before tired yawns and shuffling paws could be heard. Bedtime was calling. Even Mayor Thumper burrowed in for a good nights sleep.

Crawling back under our box Mr T and I let out a long exhausted sigh it wasn’t long before a wave of sleepiness swept over us and sent us drifting off towards Catnap Island.

Your in friskies Minnie Moo
The tail of the hawk continues read more here tanks! 

Wednesday, 21 March 2012


Mmmmm I bet you’re going to look tantalisingly delicious on the buffet table. Did you know, I’ve never tried to eat a Minnie Moo cat before, I wonder if you’ll taste a little like a mouse and a lot like a cow? Boy I can’t wait to find out. 

Slightly offended I muttered, "look Mr Hawk, I’m sorry to disappoint but there’s just no way I’m going to taste like a mouse or a cow, I’m strictly 100% pure cat and that’s that. But you and I both know this is not going to go according to your plan I’m never going to end up as a delicacy on the famed buffet table."

Looking out the corner of my eye I was relieved to see my secret weapon, Mrs Hawk, still watching in disbelief as Mr Hawk continued to unravel right before her very eyes.

"I’m so sick and tired of hearing you babble on about wanting all of us to live together in peace and harmony. I for one can say this will never happen, not on my watch anyway. Besides I didn’t want you out from under the box so we could have a polite cat-chat or for me to sweetly accept your invitation to the silly party, no, quite the opposite, I simply wanted to get a closer look at you, my next meal!" 

This isn’t a game I bellowed and in a frenzied display of fury I flapped my wings ferociously causing a minor dust storm that soon settled all over Minnie Moo. Blinking like mad and covered in dust from top to paw he didn't flinch but stood proudly while spluttering – "it’s lame to think we’re playing a game when there’s so many little anipals so worried and in pain. All we want to do is to live alongside each other in peace and harmony and be free from the fear you reign." 

"Well that's just too bad" and in one swift motion I pecked a piece from Minnie’s paw then another from his right leg. Just as I was going in for a taste of his left paw a screeching cry pierced through the air. 

"Stop! Stop! cried Mrs Hawk, what do you think you’re doing? Stop being such a bully bird. Look even our little bird babies are crying they’re so scared and can’t understand why you’re hurting poor brave Minnie Moo. What sort of example are you setting, didn't you know that it’s not ok to be mean? Besides we’ve always got enough to eat without ever having to touch any of the little anipals. Today I've seen enough to last me a lifetime now you either change or I'm going to ask you to leave this tree forever. The choice is yours. 

Dancing from one sore paw to my another pecked leg and grimacing through my pain - "Mrs Hawk is right, it’s never ok to be mean and you're much better than the bird you were just a few moments ago. Besides it’d be crazy for you to loose your family because of your horrible behaviour. All we want is to share our little village, surely in your heart of hearts you want that too?" 

My head was hanging so low with shame it almost swept the ground. Filled with horror at the realisation my family had witnessed me be so mean and nasty I almost passed out from the burden of guilt and my heart weighed heavy at the thought I made my bird babies cry little terrified tears. I'd never shed a tear before in my life but now one promised to leak right out of my left eye. What had I done? 

Without any bravado I slowly lifted my head to look up towards Mrs Hawk and then down to Minnie Moo and in a small shaky voice I managed "I feel so terrible for the things I said and for pecking you. I'm sorry I was so mean and incredibly foolish to name but a few. My family means the world to me and the thought of loosing them makes me all sad and blue. I’m willing to take the first step towards change and that's a promise Minnie Moo.

A muffled YIPPEE erupted from all the little anipals huddled underneath their boxes. 

Continuing on, "What I'd like to suggest is I hold a meeting tonight inviting all the Hawks to join in to plan how we can come together to live to peace and harmony. Hopefully even the weather will remain quite balmy. As they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks but don’t worry we'll soon change our ways. So go ahead plan the party, we’re coming along we'll party for days! 

One more thing, at this stage its better to be safe than sorry and until we've had our meeting to ensure everyone has accepted to change I think it best for you all to return to Little Village under the protection of your boxes. This way no one will be tempted to have take-away for dinner.

Looking up I said in a voice full of pride "Mr Hawk I’m enormously proud of you for taking this first step towards a better life for us all. It’s a new beginning and we're can't wait to party with you, I'm sure we'll have a ball! How about we meet first thing tomorrow morning so you can update us on your meeting? Would you like to fly over to see us or should we meet half way?" 

"I'll fly over to see you all but before you go I’ve one more question that may sound a little strange, where on earth did you find so many boxes for the congo line?" 

"All the boxes, that’s easy! Every week a pellet is delivered to Little Village loaded with boxes full of delicious anipal food. All the empty boxes are recycled and stored in a small shed carved out in the side of a small hill. They're free for anyone to use." 

So for now it's good-bye and good luck with your meeting. Before slinking under my box I looked up to Mrs Hawk and mouthed a silent but grateful “thank you”. 

As we turned to lead the happy and victorious congo line back home I casually mentioned to Mr T and Mayor Thumper "I had more to say but decided to leave well enough alone for I knew Mrs Hawk would have more words to say than me and I'm sure they'll all be delivered in just the right tone!" 

Yours in friskies Minnie Moo
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Monday, 19 March 2012

Minnie Moo tastes delicious!

Through the pecked holes I could see six eyes staring at me and I couldn’t help but do a little happy dance on the inside, boy oh boy our buffet table would soon be groaning under the weight of little ones. Looking around I did a quick count; two cats and one rabbit under the box I’m standing on plus with a couple of anipals under all the other boxes, we'll be feasting for days! It was like Easter, Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. All I had to do was come up with a plan to entice those tasty morsels out. Putting my smart thinking cap on after a few moments I knew exactly what to do. Treat them like woolly sheep; tempt one out and the rest would follow. Staring right back at the three pairs of eyes I thought I’m going to start with you lot.

While Mr Hawk was doing his inside happy dance Minnie Moo was doing a sad little two step as he knew his time had come to be a brave cat not only in words but in actions. So many from Little Village were depending on him fueled by this and with a steely determination in his eye he turned to Mayor Thumper and Mr T to whisper, "it’s not going to be easy but we will win! Let’s lie low and wait for him to make the first move." Both nodded in silent agreement.

Right on cue and dripping in a syrup sweet honey Mr Hawk’s sugar coated voice dribbled through the box “Hello my visitor welcome to the trunk of my home, the 3rd tree on the left. I must apologise for my pecking madness and damaging your box I'm a little over-protective of my young family it was done to ensure they'd come to no harm. I'm sure you understand and, don’t worry about the mess I can easily cover the holes later with a little duct-tape."

Sounding like a slice of warm, sweet nice as pie yet every single word I spoke was just a big whopper; a giant lie told to create a false sense of security in the hope that eventually one or all would feel reassured and safe enough to venture out into the dangerous clasp of my claws. I couldn’t wait to see them quiver with fright and the knowledge their destiny lay in the upside down part of my claw.

Not being able to resist I sweetly added "now you must all be very hot, hungry and thirsty. Why not come out and I’ll prepare some food for you and get you all something to drink? Besides it really is way to nice to spend the day indoors, or in your case under a box." After jumping down from the top I even managed, for sound effect, to rustle a few leaves together and for a moment I was fooled to believe I was opening a box of crackers.

Letting the leaves fall I heard a voice say "Thank you for such a warm introduction it’s most unexpected especially after the pecking fiasco we really thought you’d lost your mind. But we understand your reasoning and accept your apology. You’re absolutely right we’re parched for thirst and are so hungry the mere mention of food has us drooling."

All I could see was a vision of the buffet table overweight from top to toe with layer upon layer of tasty little ones.

Rudely interrupted the voice under the box continued, "But I don’t think you know who we are, I’m Minnie Moo the group's Fearless Leader and with me is Thumper, Mayor of Little Village and the awesome Mr T who needs no introduction. Underneath all the other boxes are the Little Village anipals who are all under strict instructions not to do anything unless I give the order. We might be extremely cute but we’re definitely not stupid, you’re just putting on the I’m really a nice Hawk routine, but you can’t fool us, we know the truth you’re just a mean-as Hawk who sees us all as tempting dishes for your buffet table."

Following a tense moment of silence a round of apawse broke out as the anipals stomped their paws in approval.

Feeling confident I went on, "we’re here today because we want Little Village restored to it’s former glory, a village where everyone lived in peace and harmony and not under the constant fear of being nothing more than a dish waiting to be swooped upon. We want you and all the other Hawks to be more inclusive rather than aggressive and exclusive that way we can all live happily together and share our community. All we're asking is that you have a change of cattitude".

As the King of the Hawks nobody had ever dared speak to me like that and my inside happy dance changed to a repeated flap of wing fury. "So Minnie Moo you must be one brave cat to even think you can talk to me let alone tell me I need a new cattitude. But as you say in the spirit of trying not to get too angry I’ll be cordial to say as sweet as it sounds its not going to happen, you of all cats should know we’ve been eating little anipals for millions of years after-all I’m from the dinosaur family we're not known for our pleasantries or for trying to be cute and cuddly we’ve got a mean streak, even the vegetarians in the family can be a little hard to handle."

Well Mr Hawk I’m not here to pluck any leaves from your family tree but you should know all birds are from the dinosaurs not just the mean ones. Even the pretty blue budgie “Bluey” who lives four doors down from me is somehow related to you. Anyway family history is no excuse to be mean and terrifying besides we’ll always make sure you have enough to eat. I can’t remember a day when any of us anipals went hungry.

So getting back to the spirit of living in peace and harmony we want to invite you, your family and, all the Hawks to our local village fĂȘte, a party tomorrow night held at the village green. You’re all welcome but only if you all embrace our community spirit and stop seeing us as your free food ticket."

Little did Mr Hawk know that a few minutes earlier Mrs Hawk and her little feathery baby birds had all poked their heads up and out of the nest to see what the commotion was all about and they all had a birds-eye view of the action. Mrs Hawk looked most concerned.

"Oh really Minnie Moo so you expect me to change just like that, ok that’s just fine, now here's a plan why don’t you invite me again but this time tell it to my face, let’s do this like real Hawks do or do you always need a box to protect you"?

Minnie Moo whispered to Mayor Thumper and Mr T, "I’m going out, don’t worry I’ll be brave. If he attacks me stay put and send the command for everyone else not to come out. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Besides I’m ready to face my hawk-o-phobia", and without saying a word and wearing nothing more than a brave heart he left the box.

Face to face with Mr Hawk, Minnie Moo took a few steps closer before going to sit down. "Not so fast, how do you know I’m not going to eat you all up. If you listen hard enough you can hear my tummy grumbling. For you that's a double-edged sword to fall on one end's angry the other hungry. It’s not looking good for you Minnie Moo let's just say it’s just a pity you didn’t bring along the salt and pepper."

Staring directly into those hawkish eyes I tried to fake a - look at me I"m having one last thought look - the thought went something like this..I just can’t deny it Mr Hawk does hold my destiny in his claw. With my diet of friskies, pet milk and special treats from the Pussy Foot Inn I'm destined to be the star of the buffet table. Or, was it that Mrs Hawk who would soon tell him of his destiny?

Yours in never to be seen on the buffet table friskies Minnie Moo
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