Possibly a princess. Possibly a queen.

Hey peeps.

I haven't hissed much in the last few days ... just been catching some zzzzzs. I guess it's all that crack-nip I've been snorting. Couldn't even be bothered to go mousing. It's too rainy outside, and the couch has got a nice layer of my fur all over it - feels just like satin sheets. Plus, I hate getting wet paws. EEEW. Cold wet grass is gross. Anyhoo, the only thing missing in my life right now is a champagne cocktail and a tiara.

My human has been calling me a " lil' possum ".What has she been smokin'?

I is a cat.

Love Hissabel

Ich bin awesome

Happy new year bitches!

Resolutions for the human-calendar year ahead (in no particular order):

* eat more cicadas
* eat more in general
* increase litter-tray stench by approximately 23%
* increase territory marking by furball
* embrace thunder (sing Prince to get through the terror)
* maintain girth
* drink more water
* try beer
* sing a new scat-jive
* claw fresh corner of couch
* avoid weigh-ins
* make friends with gizmo (ha! just kidding, that piece of skank!)

joyeux noel

Random I know. But that's exactly what Christmas is all about.

Props to all homeless cats who can find good quality left overs in the next couple of days.

Twice the taste with none of the calories

Yo. So I was reading about the latest soup/cabbage/celery diet that all the celebs use to keep looking fly during the holidaze. And I thought, I could look like paris or lilo for a day by having my paws for dessert.

So I left a trail of puke across my human's bedroom. Just so she knows, I'll eat what I want and still lose weight.

Peace out mo fos.

Asymmetric Love

Perousing the Guardian this morning I came across an ode to Zelda, an expert in asymmetric love. Given I am da queen of asymmetric lovin I was even more intrigued to discover that Zelda's human had a song composed about her hoochy bits. These are some of the lyrics:

"With her wobbly undercarriage swinging side to side/ As she lollops towards me across the lawn."

Props to you Zelda.

Catch yo peeps later.

Bootylicious for the Holiday Season

While my human was away I got to Catsit my homegirl Lani. She's a fairly high maintenance human and required waking at first light and constant reminders of my excellent hunting skills of inanimate objects. I've been in an exceee-lent mood since the introduction of full fat teeth cleaner biscuits. Diet hell has been mitigated by these nuggests of joy.

This year I have decided to take on Beyonce's bootylicious look, so you can see I am workin' it. I'm considering challenging B-Girl to a Zoolander style walk-off, but I hear David Bowie is in high demand at this time of year. Anyhoo, Beyonce knows that I'd win because her gut doesn't sweep the floor like my feathery sporran.

So. Whatever. I've got martini's to drink and a tatoo to design. Time to make my committment to Maxine '15 in ink.

Hissobel hearts Maxine

Yo S'up Ma Peeps.

I know it's been a long time since I last got my fluffly pantaloons on the interwebs, but I haz been busy killing venimous snakes and politicians. Managing Maxine's campaign distracted me from the diet, and what do you know I've lost half a kilo. Only 800 grams to go and watch out I'll be wearing stretch velvet again. I miss my hoochy tracksuit.





So, did anyone think this was "an accident"? Just a bit of slippery Isobel liquid gold sprayed thoughtfully in his flight path was enough to assist the miser in his graceful fall. I made a sprint for it and I don't think anyone suspected a thing. When the Max Factor started exhuberantly dancing to jazz in the streets of Bennelong I had to make sure she was a contrasting vision of co-ordination.

This woman is a national hero. Cats around the country are purring for Maxine '15

Or maybe I'm just purring for the new full fat bicuits I ate this morning to help remove tartar. I'm not really sure.

Y'all can call me Blissobel.

Catch.