Minnie Moo blogs semi-live from the red carpet

I'm so excited instead of doing my usual thing of lazing around I'm actually going to do something really useful with my time. Being lazy on the couch while watching the Golden Globes live from the red carpet with Ryan Seacrest and Guiliana Rancic.

In one of my blogs I did say that I'm not really a "fashionista" it's just that my I don't seem to wear anything but white, black, gray with a hint of tan. My new friend Lucky has more style but she's out on a shopping spree. So it's just me blogging my way down the fabulous fashionable red carpet. I'm bound to make the odd faux-paw. But hey remember I'm a cat.

So here's me thinking what am I going to say about the first dress and what's the first thing I see a d-o-g! I mean I thought this red carpet was for bonafide peeps. Even I'm going to say, oh-so-super cute complete with his little bow tie I think he must have a day job as one of those anipal movie stars. Wow now that's a cool, it's got me thinking perhaps there's an opening for a me, a c-actor all the way from Noo-Zilind. 

I've got to say here Guiliana Rancic looks so faboosh in her beautiful blush tone Monique frock. I was knocked out too by her first Basil Soda dress. Oh the black and gray tones with the feminine ruffles. Definitely a G for Gorgeous. 

I don't know how G manages all that multi-tasking looking beautiful while asking her showbizzy questions and, trying not to faint when GC walks by. 

I know I shouldn't bark on about it but hey I'm still jealous there was a d-o-g on the red carpet!

Jessie Tyler Ferguson from Modern Family is chatting with Ryan now I love his quirky waistcoat but hey I couldn't help but overhear him say something about a d-o-g called Leaf, he's a (non porky) Morkie. I'll say no more only that is this a celebration of film and television or 4-legged mutts?! 

I know I'm boy-cat but hey I totally get that swooning over George Clooney thing. When he stepped out of the limo my heart did somersaults and skipped a couple of beats. One word WOW. Ok M can I have the keyboard back now please? His girlfriend Stacey looks kind of good in her red dress but hey it is really hard to pull off wearing a red dress on the red carpet, you know you just tend to blend in.

Now I don't want to change track here but there's a theme here you see I read in People Magazine that even George has a rescue dog apparently they both bonded over Turkey or something like that.

Hey M do you think I could trade-up? George are you looking for a cat to love too? I mean I'll even stoop to be your DPA (d-o-g personal assistant). I can't promise the d-o-g won't end in tears but hey anything to get my foot in the door. 

Pick up my tiny little cat mouth off the floor please! I mean Charlize Theron is stunningly-licious. Just straight to the top of the best dress list. A for her Amazingly beautiful dusty-pink or should I say blush tone Dior Couture creation with the Cartier jewels. True glamour. 

Woo-hoo there's a cat up there talking to Ryan! It's Salma Hayek from Puss 'n Boots my second favourite movie after Garfield. Now I quite like her Gucci dress but the metallic bits and pieces, there's just too much going on. It's like a metal-super-power-shield emblazoned across her chest. I think perhaps she should have worn her Kitty Softpaws outfit instead.

How did Ryan Seacrest manage it? He's talking to Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie! It's good to see the ice seems to have thawed between Ange (can I call her that?) and Ryan. Ange's movie "In the land of Milk and Honey" sounds super intelligent and would probably go right over my head. But hey I do like Milk and Honey does that count? 

Ok back on topic. Wow my fashion radar is just buzzing! How can you not love Angie's Atelier Versace dress with the red folded accent across the top. It's understated yet still screams-sophistication sewed in with effortless-elegance. 

Warning! Wardrobe malfunction! Sarah Hyland's zipper broke on the red carpet. At least she has a whole Modern Family to help sew her right back into her vintage Dolce Gabbana gown. I always watch Modern Family it makes me MOL (meeow out loud). Hey come to think of it I've never seen a cat on Modern Family....what do you think "Modern Family starring Minnie Moo?"

Boy I think there's so much opportunity for me in Hollywood. Now how do I get there?

One of the hottest trends swimming up the red carpet is the Mermaid Tail. Hmm sounds a little fishy to me what's wrong with a cat tail.

Ok this is a little odd for me to write but Diana Agron from Glee is wearing a gown inspired by laser cut swans. Too weird, just too complicated to describe so I'll be moving right along to Lea Michelle's Marchesa Frock wow no not for me. Just too much of a metallic mesh, it's like wearing a shattered mirror. Plus the hair isn't right. Normally Lea's on the fashion money, today she's following the latest economic trend. A downgrade. Ouch!

Her Majesty Madonna is in Ryan's presence. Does he have to curtsy? It's amazing how she looks so beautiful and timeless. I'm not going to say anything more here. Other than it takes a lot of work. The Metallic gown look is just not for me and it kind of washes Madge out.

Now on the flip side her W.E actress Andrea Ridenborough looks positively regal in her Vivienne Westwood gown. Wow now this dress is so wide you could just take time out and rest your arms. How clever to one day wake up and think "you know what I'm going to make a dress with your own personal built in arm rests". 

Oh before I forget I must say Reese Witherspoon's blonde hair looks fab I feel a pang of curl envy. Do you think one of those Hollywood hair stylist peeps could fly over to blow dry a curl into my hair too.

Jessica Alba funny I still get her confused with Jessica Rabbit but the real Jessica Alba looks really classically pretty in her very detailed Gucci dress. Too much detail for me, I'd like to say there's tons of beads and stuff sewn on but that sounds like a dress right from the arts and crafts market. Not everyone can pull off this look without looking, now how do I say this delicately, old. 

Oh and a big cat-hug to Elle MacPherson in her wonderful whimsical Zac Posen frock. Love. Not OTT but just right. She said her favourite bit of her is her heart. Bless. I think my heart is pretty special too.  

Ok another hot trend blush tones. Oh and Ricky Gervais too!

Yours in Hollywood style Friskies served in a Golden Bowl Minnie Moo

Minnie Moo Furday the 13th

I'm the Magical Ms Miley

With eyes so green and smiley

One day I'll have my name in lights

All the way in Las Vegas, boy what a sight!

This morning when I woke up and before rubbing a tiny piece of Mr Sandman's sand out of my eye I took a sneak peak at the calendar and let out a little ooohhh noooo da da doom today's Furday the 13th. There's a spelling mistake on the calendar though it reads Friday.

Sensing I could be a little unlucky today I thought how lucky Lucky the cat is to be called Lucky and I made a mental note to avoid mirrors, stepping on any cracks, walking under ladders and crossing paths with black cats. The other day I read that peeps should avoid getting married on this so called bad-luck day coz if they do they're doomed to live a cat and dog life.

Well I've got issues with that! First of all us cats live a pretty spe-cat-ular life we get to laze around, take multiple cat-naps, snack regularly, have full-time door openers, play, snuggle and own a whole lot of furniture. On top of this we don't pay rent, a mortgage, bills and invoices (sorry I don't understand those two words) and have a line-up of peeps wanting to feed, water, love and clean up our never-ending trails and piles of cat hair.

I mean really, who else gets to live this kind of life?

Secondly merging "a cat and dog life" in the one sentence just doesn't work. You all know the old saying of Dogs have Masters, Cats have Servants? Well need I say anymore!?

This Furday the 13th superstitious stuff got me thinking why is this day feared by many? I asked Mrs Google but didn't get very far as this one very tricky word threw me right off my train of thought. Here's a snippet of what I found out; The fear of Friday the 13th is called "Paraskavedekatriaphobia". Well I ended my research right there and then. I mean you try saying and spelling it! I gave up at the first K.

I decided the best thing for me to do was to push spooky #13 all the way to the back of my mind and get along with my day as if it was the 12th or 14th. Stepping outside I felt full of early morning cheer and after yesterday's heat it was refreshing to feel a blustery gale blow right through my summer furry coat. 

Crossing our little road I was secretly hoping to bump into Miss Tilly. We haven't spoken in a while and I was really keen to see if she would notice my new cattitude laced with 2012 confidence. But as luck would have it Miss Tilly was nowhere to be seen instead a black cat crossed my path. 

Darn that Ms Miley.  

With her magical green eyes smiling brightly she walked with a purpose in a stride like this was her special day. Yet as if reading my mind she cast me a menacing look as if to say "yeah yeah I'm a black cat out walking on Furday the 13th. Just count yourself lucky you didn't walk under a ladder too." 

Conflicted I thought Ms Miley's right just because she's a black cat doesn't mean I'm going to be unlucky. She's magical yes but unlucky no. I see her almost every other day and so far nothing bad has happened. Just to be sure though I double checked I still had all four paws and a tail. 

Even though it was a blustery morning I didn't want to throw caution to the wind and decided that the only way for me to get through this day was to go back inside for a lazy day filled with me taking 13-long-lucky-cat-naps.

Before dropping off for snooze #1 I remembered a little bitter-sweet poem I once read about Ms Miley...

Magical Ms Miley 

So what if I'm a black cat

I walk under ladders too and that's that 

I love me for who I am

Furry happy and ever-so-glam

It's my eyes you see they're green and bright

At night they sparkle it's really quite a sight

Minnie Moo once said wow you're eyes are a magical delight

I said, I see things that sometimes give me quite a fright

It's just a tree, bird, sheep or flower you may see

Dusted with my magical power they dance as if on the TV show Glee

Blink and my eyes open a window to a world of wonder 

Full of adventure, joy and even a clap of distant thunder

Some others say so you're a black cat you must be unlucky

To them I say you're wrong and all kind of sucky

You see I'm Ms Miley I'm magical and lucky

One day I'll have a show in Vegas, now that's very plucky!

So to all you black cats out there 

Don't let this day fill you with fear

You're all special and more than dear

I love you all, we're black cats so there! 

Yours in my lucky bowl of friskies Minnie Moo

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Minnie Moo Melts

Boy it's boiling hot today the temperature is hovering close to 30 degrees that's about 86 in Fahrenheit language. It's so hot I feel like taking off my summer coat but hey I'm a cat and don't have much choice in the wardrobe department.

I was going to muster up the energy to write my letter to Miss Ratto but I was a little scared the combination of writing and the heat would melt my brain. So just in case I'm going to save it for a cooler day. 

It got me thinking what I'd like to put in my letter I know she lives close to the water and as I've never-ever been any where near the ocean I'd love to find out what it's like. I mean on a day like today it must be like a tropical Pacific paradise with a lovely breeze floating on up sending ripples of cool air. Bliss. Nature's own air-conditioning system.

Not that I'd get too close to the water though, I just can't see myself hanging around the lapping edge ready to dip my paws in, no sorry to say I just don't do water.

Back to reality, over at my place the air's hanging around me like a giant damp blanket. It's icky. I mentioned in my blog the other day of my curly hair envy, I'd just met Tuxedo a d-o-g with the most beautiful black curls. I so wanted a curl. Imagine today his curls must look like one massive frizz bomb! I remember reading somewhere humidity just doesn't like curls. 

The other thing I'm curious about is what it's like to live so close to a farmyard zoo? It must be tons of fun with loads of green grass to play in and different anipals to share the day with. 

I already know it's home to a couple of super-cute guinea pigs and huge horses. I still think it's strange that they're measured in hands. Anyway talk about a small to super tall size difference! It got me thinking what if I crossed paths with a guinea pig would I be mistaken for a horse? What if one jumped on my back and said "giddy-up let's go for a ride" I mean, I'm taller so it's possible, right? 

This got me thinking about a little poem from inside my slightly melted head....

Once upon a time I took a walk down a path

It was so hot I wanted to plop into a cold bath

Along came a black, white and tan guinea-pig

Who looked up at me thinking wow you're all furry and big

With cute brown eyes and a twitchy button nose

He stopped for a moment before striking a pose 

Not quite knowing what it is I wanted to say 

I stood tall but stock-still as if I could wait all day

Taking teeny tiny steps on four petite paws

He inched closer looking down at my cat like claws

Feeling all friendly he popped his head up to say 

"Boy it's so hot I feel like being lazy all day"

I said are you sure you're not a really a cat?
That's funny now why do you ask that?

You said the L-word with such ease

It was like you plucked it right from the breeze

Well I'm a little like you I guess I could be a cat too 

But I'm a g-pig who lives lazily in a fun zoo

When I first saw you I thought now there's one tall horse

How silly of me, you're a cat of course! 

Ok I really do think the heat has me all frazzled. I think I'll go eat some friskies now and take a little siesta. That'll make me feel a little more normal.

Here's hoping I don't dream I'm really a horse with a tiny little guinea pig squeaking out giddy up while riding on my back!

Yours in friskies Minnie Moo
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Minnie Moo's Lucky Day

Ok so I'm not hip, should read Best Feline Friends for ever!

I'm chuffed! Everyone loved my letter to Lady Lucky. That's it then! It's going in the post. I've already made a really nice copy, folded it and put it neatly into an envelope. I even licked the stamp. Yucko! So not tasty! But boy did this letter look special I was so proud when I gave it to M to pop into the letter-box. For a moment I freaked out a little I thought she said litter-box! Double Yucko.

This whole writing a letter and posting it got me thinking as to how much mail from all over the world is dropped into then taken out of a gazillion different boxes and delivered into another gazillion letter boxes dotted along the many different streets, avenues, lanes and cul-de-sacs of the world.

It's like every letter address must have it's own in-built GPS code that's secretly activated so the letter can fly out of the box to find its way to the right street before zooming in to land at it's final letter box destination. I just love my imagination!

Mrs Google told me that back in the "good old days" homing pigeons made excellent letter carriers. I'm not even going to comment on that bit of information.

As much as I love receiving snail mail. Strictly fan mail only all bills go to M. It  just seems like such a lovely but long-winded way of saying hi. By the time you've taken oodles of time to write the letter, had it posted and delivered. When you finally get a reply well let's just say I'm onto at least Friskie box number 8! Plus all that writing plays havoc with my paw you see I suffer badly from writer's cramp.

I don't want to sound like I'm moaning but hey it does take a lot to scratch out a word when you've made a mistake. Email is just so much easier simply type and send. Plus there's the magical delete button, you know "hit delete". I like it too that everything travels down the "information super highway" wow I so wish I could hitch a ride.

Anyway after M made her postal delivery and was back home she found me outside lolling about in the sun and asked if she could have a quick chat with me. Sure I said, what's up?

"Minnie Moo I noticed your letter was addressed to Lady Lucky." I thought cheeky fancy M reading the outside of my letter. "Well she said, I've got a sneaky feeling this Lucky is the little Tuxedo girl who lives with my Mum and she is by the way the cute-ist of cute cats! I'm not 100% sure but something tells me she's my Mum's little Lucky girl. Fancy that hey and I thought our world was small."

I wasn't sure what M was getting at with the small world business but moving on, could it be possible that I'm related to Lucky? Did this mean we couldn't be friends? As if reading my troubled thoughts M said "don't worry I'm sure you're not related to Lucky. It's just that I thought I better let you know I'm pretty sure Lucky's human Mum is my real life Mum."

Ok I thought so far so good. But wait if M's Mum is Lucky's human Mum who's Lucky's cat Mum? 

M carried on the conversation for me. "Lucky's Mum well come to think of it we don't really know who or where she is. You see Lucky was living at the SPCA that's where my Mum found her gave her a big cuddle and decided then and there to take her back to live in her forever home."

Hmmmm I don't know my cat Mum either. Remember I was once a street cat with only Pizza for family. So if Lucky wasn't living with her cat Mum when M's Mum took her home, perhaps we are related does she like Pizza?

Once again M jumped right in and said "don't worry Minnie Moo I'm pretty sure that you both don't come from the same cat family. I think it's geographically impossible as from what I can gather you were born in different towns." 

Phew I sighed before M went on to say, "even though you're not from the same cat family you and Lucky belong in our human-peep family."   

"BTW it's ok to call her Lucky and I know you'll be best buddies."

Really at this point I didn't know whether to be confused or happy. So I settled for happily confused. All that matters is M's right, wait did I say that? Lucky and I are going to be best buds.

Who knew writing a letter could cause me so much anxiety.

Yours in friskie comfort food Minnie Moo

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Minnie Moo's Letter to Lady Lucky

What're you doing today? Nothing at all.
Nope nothing at all. 

Phew so far it's been a d-o-g free day. All that's on my agenda today is to pencil out a serious amount of time to chill-lax. Isn't that what those young peeps say? As you can see, I'm doing just that.

But in the back of my mind I know that I'm going to have get out pen and paper and write a note back to Lady Lucky and Miss Ratto. To tell you the truth over the past couple of days I've been thinking about this loads but all I've managed is one word, Dear. Sad I know but very true.

To be fair it's been a hectic couple of days with the "Spoodle" coming to stay and my run in with the Labra-door. Plus the weather's played havoc with my sense of well-being. One minute it's raining the next it's boiling hot sunshine. I don't know whether I'm supposed to be an in or out door cat. Talk about confuse me. Anyway I guess I could keep feeding you all excuses but at the end of the day I know it's time to knuckle down and write those letters.

You know the "Cat-Etiquette Book" does suggest that you respond back within a few days otherwise one could consider you to be displaying rude behaviour (I know I sound so formal!) Now I'm a little aloof, pre-occuppied, scared, loving yet distant but rude, no that's not how I roll.

So now that I've got a little spare time up my paw and I've just had my super-charged power-cat-nap I may as well draft a letter back to Lady Lucky. To jog my memory again Lady Lucky is really lovely looking with an impressive black and white coat with matching white socks and we share a major love of cat-biscuits, Purina for her and Friskies for me, me, me. 

Ok so I'm a little sheepish here, but this is my first draft. Well to be honest this is "take 27" as they say in the movies. My paws are a little tired from all the writing.....

Dear Lady Lucky,

Thank you so much for your recent letter. I'm really stoked (aka super happy) that you read my blog every single day. That's amazing! Knowing that I've got one "avid reader" motivates me to keep on writing.  

I love the photo of you, it's so stylish. I'm really impressed that you're able to wear a Tuxedo and white socks at the same time, not too many cats can pull that look off.  I know another cat who wears a Tuxedo but I don't recall any white socks. Plus the strangest thing happened the other day I met a Spoodle d-o-g called Tuxedo. Imagine a dog named after a cat!

Anyway I'm Minnie Moo and I'd love to be in fashion too but I can only wear a little white, gray, black and sometimes tan too.  

What can I say about me?  I live in Havelock North in my house on top of the hill. M, N, G and Y live here too, I let them stay here as long as they do the dishes and put friskies in my bowl. So far so good. 

Being a good catizen I often do neighbourhood patrols and last year I even went out to the Pussy Foot Inn for lunch. Normally I'm a friskie-tarian but I thought hey why not try to be a FOODIE for a day.

I must say that I still think nothing is as tasty as a bowl of friskies.

I've decided 2012 is going to be fabulish, a mixture of fabulous and deliciousness! I'm really hoping I'll be able to get out more to meet and make new friends. 

Aside from that I'm quite good at tech-no-ology. I use my i-pad and i-phone all the time. I think I like these gadgets because they all start with i. So if you're also on email or SKYPE we can message each other.

If you don't live too far away we can always meet up for a bowl of water with bubbles in it or a cup of cream, of course that's only if you'd like to. Unfortunately I can't catch the bus as I don't have a pocket for my bus-pass plus I suffer dreadfully from car-o-phobia, I think all cars are alien space ships. They scare the living daylights out of me.

On a more positive note, I love watching telly, The Mentalist is my favourite show and I think of myself as a potential employee in the Crime Scene Investigation Unit. Oh and I love Bruno Mars, did you know he wrote the Lazy Song for me?

Well Lady Lucky I hope you don't mind me using your full title but I don't know you well enough (yet) to just call you Lucky have a great day and I hope to hear from you soon.

If you'd like to SKYPE just type in MINNIEMOOTHECAT and we'll connect. I tweet too @minniemoothecat

Yours in Friskies and Purina Minnie Moo

So, what do you think? Am I on the right track or so far off course I may as well scrunch it up and start again? Take 28?

Minnie Moo meets a Guest Blogger and a Labra-door

Wow I can't believe how lucky I am today. I've got my very own guest-blogger all the way from Mel-boing Oz-trailer. Meet Yasmin. She's trying to tell me it's Melbourne, Australia but I can't understand I speak Noo-Zilind.

Together we've written a tail about another d-o-g. It's a true story. I've known Yasmin for yonks now and I think she's pretty cool. Mostly I'm allowed to sleep under and on her bed plus she's an excellent door-opener. Secretly I think she thinks cats are way smarter and cooler than d-o-gs.

Me with my heroes. That's Yasmin this pic was taken yonks ago.
In real life today she's almost 13!

BTW Yasmin types at a lightning speed. Not me. My paws slow me down, a lot. Anway this is our tail.

What is it with me and d-o-gs lately? it seems everywhere I turn there's one of those 4-legged, long-tongued, cute-eared d-things somewhere around my zone. It's like I've morphed into a d-o-g magnet. Which is odd because paw-on-heart I just don't see myself as a d-o-g kinda cat.  

I've been seeing a lot of them lately and to tell you the truth it was disturbing me a little. I did think about going to see Doctor Tigger for an eye exam just in case I was "seeing things" but just imagine what he'd say "Please Minnie Moo place one paw over your right eye and read the top line: F-R-I-S-K-I-E-S. Purrfect! You pass." Ah well it's a pity the good Doctor Tigger reads minds only. 

So with my d-o-g streak I shouldn’t have been surprised when I had a run in with yet another one. It all started with me in my usual position of sitting by the door waiting (I know me waiting-it's horrible) to be let outside. Finally and I say this with a big huge sign a tween (you know almost a teenager) and her Dad opened the door for me. It was only open an inch or so but who cares that was enough for me to run like the wind. I was gone. I had things to do places to be.

I should've slowed down. Little did I know that I was about to run smack bang right into the middle of the largest scariest dog I have ever seen. Period, Full Stop. Once again just like that Spoodle alert I heard the alarm bell going off super-loud inside my heard WARNING WARNING BIG DOG ALERT, WARNING WARNING BIG DOG ALERT, EVACUATE, EVACUATE.

Shoot I thought I'm all dogged-out. I'm still recovering from my meeting the curly-haired Spoodle and Munchkin the jumping d-o-g.

My new-found 2012 rock solid confidence was nowhere to be seen. I stood there completely frozen in shock. What to do! What to do! Run! As fast as you can say "Grease Lightning" I made a full-360-degree turn and bolted back toward the house and scratched wildly at the now closed door. I was breathing so hard I could feel my heart hammering against my puffed out chest. Frustrated I thought why were my door opening skills limited to only walking through open doors? Why couldn't I just open a door? 

Thankfully my heroes opened the door just as I was midway through screeching HELP! EMERGENCY. HELP! I bolted up the stairs at top speed, I mean we're talking Olympic pace here. Once safely at the top I stopped to catch my breath and dared to look back. I know the old saying goes "never look back" but in this case I had to see if the monster was still chasing me. Phew. I was safe in a monster-free zone as I thought boy I bet that thing would scare the tuxedo off Tuxedo the Spoodle too. 

Later M told me that the thing is actually a Labra-door. Now according to my eyes it didn't look like a door to me. Confused I asked M & Y about it. All they said was "No Minnie Moo, it's Labrador or a Lab for short." Geez no-wonder d-o-gs are so confusing I mean what is it? Labra-door, Lab, Labrador or Labra-dumb from Twitter's @catfoodbreath?

All I know it's definitely a d-o-g, one that likes to go for walks or as they say walkies with their owners. See us cats are so much more brilliant. We go for nice grown-up walks all by ourselves and we don't have owners, no way! We definitely like to think we own peeps, couches, food-bowls, carpet, chairs, beds, whatever!

Anyway I found out this d-o-g is called Ruby and lives with Miss Tilly (don't blush and type) and Ms Miley. And now I'm confused again. I just don't get it. How can two very intelligent and cute cats share their home with a d-o-g? Now that is one crazy idea. I mean visit perhaps? But live in? That's just not cricket as they say in the land where the Queen comes from.

Apparently Ruby's very nice and wouldn’t hurt a fly. But for now I'm going to keep my distance. Even with my 2012 bravado badge on I sense this one is going to take me a while to warm up too and make friends with. Perhaps it's just that I'm a teeny bit in awe. I've never-ever met another anipal that's just about the same size as a sheep.

I'm sure that over time when we see each other we'll be all nice and fiendly oops sorry I forgot the r and stop for a little d-o-g-cat-chat (you know stuff like how's your big doggy biscuits? How are your friskies? kind of thing, you get the gist). I don't do "close talkers" so I'll definitely map out my space. It'll be pretty obvious, well let's say sparks will fly if we get too close. In the spirit of positive thinking we'll no doubt go our separate ways with a polite nod as a parting word.

At the end of the day as much as I got a gi-nor-mous fright I realise I'm chalking up my number of cat friends and d-o-gs that are "in-training" friends.   This makes me almost as happy as when I'm eating friskies. Almost.

Thank you Yasmin, it's fun blogging with you!

Yours in (you guessed it) friskies Minnie Moo

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Minnie Moo meets a Spoodle

Funny thing is after getting two Fan Mail letters from Lady Lucky and Miss Ratto I thought ok that's it from the 2012 gift basket. I certainly didn't count on it having a bottomless bottom of giving. It was just like they say on the telly "but wait there's more!" 

Today I had planned to spend a little time drafting a letter back to my two new fans. I didn't want to appear to be rude and it's always good manners to write a thank-you note plus on top of that I wanted to keep the ball rolling and as peeps like to say "strike while the iron's hot" ouch don't you think that must hurt? Anyway it's so important for me to keep my new-found-2012-momentum ticking along and get out to see what lies beyond the nicely trimmed edges of my neighbourhood lawns. 

Just as I was sitting down to write and I must add here that my paw-writing is much improved I heard a car drive up and park outside my house. Thinking who could this be? The Friskie Delivery Van? The penny dropped of course it was the visitors all the way from the big smoke, Ork-land. Following close behind the 2nd penny dropped. Didn't they mention a Spoodle? Mrs Google told me a Spoodle isn't a half-spoon-half-doodle rather it's a 4-legged-curly-haired-d-o-g from the Spaniel Poodle family. I pawsed wondering if Spaniels speak Spanish?

Bravely stepping outside the door I felt like I had a red warning light flashing brightly on my forehead. WARNING WARNING DOG ALERT, WARNING WARNING DOG ALERT, EVACUATE, EVACUATE. Realising the alarm bells were only ringing inside my head I was still a little shocked to see everyone remaining so calm and normal.

I was still a cat so being nosey I watched as the car door opened and out came a very summery family of 4, Mum, Dad with a cool-as boy and girl. Wow everyone looked so fresh and happy. I was amazed I expected them to all be nervous wrecks as I heard from M they had to travel in an alien space ship from Plant Subaru for over 4 hours. No way!

Thinking to myself well with 4 peeps and all the fun stuff that families bring with them surely there's no room to pack a d-o-g? Feeling smug and extremely happy that I wouldn't be coming face to face anytime soon with a Spoodle I turned to head back inside to spend more time lazing around.

Holding my nose high in the air I trotted away with my new-found 2012 eau-du-confidence. I didn't get too far before I sniffed madly something whiffy was in the air curious I followed my nose. It wasn't long before the slightly musky aroma led me smack-bang right into the middle of another nose. This  one was huge, shiny, black and slightly wet. My eyes travelled North. Looking up I took a deep breath I was nose to nose with a Spoodle d-o-g.

The hairs on my back stood up like one of David Beckham's old haircuts and I was frozen on the spot which at the time seemed strange to me given the sun was bearing down a hot heatwave.

Thinking on my feet I let out a hisssssss, hissssssy sound, this confused me a little was I turning into a half cat-half snake? I hope not coz then I'd have to move across to Oz-trailer.

Anyway I'm getting way off topic I so close the d-o-gs breath was breathing ripples right through my lovely furry coat. Feeling brave I took a good long look at this other anipal suddenly I was whoozy with this strange feeling. It was as if I was turning slightly green with envy. Darn it this d-o-g had the one thing that I always dreamed of having, curly hair. Tuxedo was blessed with head to toe lush black curly hair with cute tufts of white curly hair contrasting in just the right places.

Somewhere in the distance I heard M say "Minnie-Moo meet Tuxedo, he's a super friendly d-o-g all the way from Noo-Zillands largest city and, he really likes cats."

Somehow I heard myself say "Hi I'm Minnie-Moo you can read my blog to find out more about me but welcome to my home. M thinks it's not my home but hey I know this is definitely my patch. Normally I'm funny around d-o-gs. Not funny in the ha-ha kind of way it's just that I get a little squeamish around you guys."

Thinking Tuxedo would be all grumpy towards me I was surprised when he spoke in such friendly and with such well rounded vowels "Hi there I'm really pleased that I'm here in your home. It's beautiful. I really like cats and have heaps of cat friends some are even Tuxedo's just like me."

It's not that we then walked off side by side into the sunset together or anything like that we still kept a wary or in his case a weary eye on each other as we ambled about. Giving him the tiki-tour of a few of my favourite spots I did say he was free to dig up the garden to look for old bones. I knew M would be ok with this as it's the same as gardening right? 

By the time he got to my bowl of friskies I cast him one of my famous don't even think about it looks.

Instead of getting all uppity about it Tuxedo simply shrugged his ears (cute BTW) and said as if he didn't care one bit "why would I want to eat your friskies, I've got my own d-o-g biscuits downstairs. And guess what? They're way bigger than yours. Come with me I'll show you my bowl."

Sure enough they were jumbo-iskies. Sneaking a side-ways peak at Tuxedo's super-dooper mouth the penny dropped, again. Ahh! So that's why our biscuits are different sizes. Cats have tiny-dainty-yet very elegant mouths while dogs have giant-ginormous-loaded with teeth including canines (I find that a little odd) and a crazy long tongue. 

Looking in the mirror I thought yup thank goodness I'm definitely a cat with yet another gift from the bottomless bottom basket. I've got a new Spoodle friend. Now, I only wish I had a curl too.

Yours in friskies Minnie Moo

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Minnie Moo Miss Ratto's Fan Mail

Hello I'm Ratto I live close to the ocean but don't like swimming

Opening my 2nd fan mail letter the first thing I noticed was the beautiful photo. I thought WOW Miss Ratto must know a really clever photographer who lives close by sometimes. Hello it's gorgeous! I really feel like I could easily reach into the photo and brush her long lush red coat. Sorry if that came out a little creepy I wouldn't really do that.

Anyway there's something about reddish orange against a blue green background. I think the word I'm looking for is mesmerising.

As much as I'd normally keep something like this letter just between me and me I thought no, it's just too good not to share my letter from Miss Ratto with you. So grab yourself a bowl of friskies, some milk or water with bubbles in it and sit back and enjoy reading...

Dear Mr. Moo:

I've been reading your blog with great interest. I have discovered that we have a lot in common. I have been looking for a handsome cat to have a fun friendship with. I have been searching the vast expanse of the world wide web and I've even been reading the newspaper columns too. All this but all with no success. With the New Year approaching, by the time you get this letter it's probably gone already, I'm a little sad as I had hoped to find that special someone in 2011. 

You appear to have many of the traits that I really like. I am a little concerned about Miss Tilly but since Miss Tilly hasn't become a true item I decided to contact you to see if we could arrange to meet over a bowl of Friskies. I also love Friskies, afternoon naps, walks in the park and many other things that we have in common. 

I'm a petite ginga with gold eyes. I live with a worthless dog named Connie + my favorite people B & C. I like my own home so if we start a friendship we would have to meet at places that we both find acceptable. Wishing you a Happy 2012. I look forward to meeting you. I have attached a photo as I know that if cats don't include photos there generally is a problem. 

Yours in Friskies, 

Ratto

Woohoo! I'm still floating on cloud nine. Two amazing letters, two s for stunning cats and we're only 5 days into 2012! Tomorrow I'll have to think about my response. With Lady Lucky and Miss Ratto as my new PFF's (potential friends forever) I feel like cloud nine is on top of the world. Ooohh I wonder what Miss Tilly will think? Who's Miss Tilly again?!

Love Minnie Moo

Minnie Moo You've got FAN mail

Woo-hoo I've got mail. Fan Mail.

Hello 2012! I'm loving you already and well well, isn't it already shaping up to be one fun spe-cat-ular year? I know it's only day 4 (In Noo-Zilind anyways) but hey I've just found out I've got myself not one but two admirers, let's call them fan-cat-ics! 

I'm beyond excited. So that it doesn't sound like I was the last to leave the New Year's pawty please pull up an armchair and read on to find out how life can change just from taking a short but very pleasant walk to the letterbox. Here's a true story about how my eyes have been opened to the possibility there's just a teeny bit more to life than fretting over Miss Tilly and doing my neighbourhood patrols.

This eye-opener is all down to two special cats Lady Lucky and Ms Ratto.

I'd just finished packing up my little suitcase with all of my 2011 left-overs. Taking up most of the space was a whole-load-of-melon-cauli. By the time I'd finished I had to sit on the top to close the darn thing. I knew the blues weighed heavy but boy this case required some heavy lifting skills.

As soon as the clock struck twelve midnight and 2012 was officially on my doorstep I decided to say "no more to feeling blue over stuff and Miss Tilly" and the next thing that I did was pack it all up and send it away for one-very-long-vay-cat-tion to an island just off the coast of Never-Never.

Instead I chose to hop on board the happy and slightly annoying train riding all the way down the Positively 2012 line. With Diva Patti LaBelle singing "oh oh oh oh oh I got a new cat-titude".

I said to myself "Minnie Moo you've spent a whole lot of time worrying about things you can't control. Take Miss Tilly you're in bits and tie yourself up in knots at the thought of you two just having a quick cat-chat." This rang true as sometimes I've been so wrung out with worry I felt just like one of those old turbulent wringer washing machines M's Mum used back in the good old days.

Once I'd packed up the suitcase and sent it on its way I noticed how much more courage and pep was in my step even my head was just a little higher into the wind. It was a reminder too at the end of the day it pays to check in with yourself to take a good long "I'm loving me" look.

So I did just that I checked in at the Minnie Moo counter and had my very own Oh-prah moment of basking in me. I said all these lovely things about me to me...it went something like this, "I'm Minnie Moo. One of a kind. A boy-cat who has come from the streets and a diet of pizza to courageously take over M's life before giving in to living one lazy day at a time in my on-top-of-the-hill home. I'm funny, annoying and love to be on the outside but yet still always looking in. I wear my big loyal badge with pride after-all who loves friskies more than me? 

Wow this diet of positive energy was doing wonders for my skin too, I was if I can say so myself positively glowing. Even M commented on "my halo of happiness."

Feeling like a new version of the old me I went about my day without the baggage of days gone by. It's amazing how much you carry around with you when you're on the melon-caulis. Heading out to the letter box I thought about the days when paw-written letters united cats from all around the world. Today when you look in "the box" there's nothing more than a few odd bills (that's M's department) and scrappy notes from odd-jobbers ones like "I've got 10 sheep do you want your lawns mowed. Call 0800-SHEEP-EAT-MOW." That kind of thing.

Normally I'm good at keeping in touch via all things tech-no-ology, you know email, facebook, twitter (now that's ironic) and the like. But for some reason today I wanted to do it the old-fashioned-letter-box way. A quick check to see if the snail delivered any mail. Well well I almost fell right off my legs with surprise to find not one but two letters addressed to me, Mr Minnie Moo.

Checking for any tell-tail signs I purred a sigh of relief. Phew the Tax Department wasn't chasing me, so who's sending me letters then?

Carefully I took the items out of the letter box and snuggly snuck them into the back pocket of my summer coat before heading back inside to open my mail. Curiosity almost knocked me out but I thought hey open one today saving the other for tomorrow. Without any finesse I scratched open the envelope and my eyes popped I just couldn't believe what I held in my paws.

Fan Mail.

Grinning like a cheshire cat and slightly overcome with a happily giddy feeling I carefully read the first letter that came with a very small but important package.

Is that Purina cat biscuits inside? Yes it is!

Thank you Lucky. We already have one thing in common that's actually two things. Our love for Friskies and Purina. See two things that are one of a kind, very delicious cat biscuits.

Tomorrow can't come soon enough! I'm going to do some homework to find out a little more about Lady Lucky at this stage I'm too polite to just call her Lucky plus I'm going to open my second fan mail letter from Miss Ratto. Judging by her return address she lives close to the zoo. Thankfully she doesn't live in it.

Yours in friskies Minnie Moo

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