Tuesday 25 December 2007
joyeux noel
Props to all homeless cats who can find good quality left overs in the next couple of days.
Saturday 22 December 2007
Twice the taste with none of the calories
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.
Friday 14 December 2007
Asymmetric Love
"With her wobbly undercarriage swinging side to side/ As she lollops towards me across the lawn."
Props to you Zelda.
Catch yo peeps later.
Thursday 13 December 2007
Bootylicious for the Holiday Season
Saturday 1 December 2007
Hissobel hearts Maxine
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.
Thursday 28 June 2007
Gangsta's Purradise
Sunday 24 June 2007
The Beauty Myth
Yo. S' Up Peeps.
I've just been hanging around the house doing the usual. The last weigh in was, like, totally a let down for the human. Once again, I've only lost 10 grams.
He he he. She will give up soon, I am sure.
Decided to up the ante last week to REALLY make sure my human knows what I think of this bizarre supplication to norms of feminine beauty. Does she understand I am a feline? It's a totally different thing. I am not one of those catz who looks good in the magazines, but the reality is when you go in for a cuddle is a bag of bones surrounded by usually a short (ie. unfluffy) coat. The worst of these are of course the fuglies. I need not say any more on this matter.
Perhaps I should 'put out'. Maybe if I give my human a cuddle she might realise that she doesn't really want a svelt and sleek fug. She wants a bootylicious moi.
I digress.
So. Anyhoo. To make my point of protest, I have taken to spraying my unique eau de hissabelle on the carpet next to the heater. maXimum effect. rock out.
Catch yo later, peeps. I gotta go pee.
Love Hissabelle
Friday 8 June 2007
Secret Stash = Sporran
Heh. Heh. Heh.
My human thinks that I'm suddenly full of energy and want to go outside and "play" for long periods of time.
It took the best part of a week to find, but I have discovered a secret stash about 1,000 tails away. Stored in a bowl with the words 'REX', I have found a supply of full-fat dry biscuits. It takes approximately half an hour to reach my supply, consume, and return to the immediate garden of my home. This should minimise weight loss and make my human question her ability to maintain the regime.
I WILL break her down. She will give up the nonsense.
Anyhoo. Catch yo later, peeps.
Love Hissabel.
PS thank you for the tip anon. re water retention. I will now try to consume an entire bowl of water prior to the next weigh in to minimise the weightloss results. Every gram counts in convincing my human that I am 'big boned' and should be return to normal portions.
Friday 1 June 2007
6.2 on the richter scale
Thursday 24 May 2007
I am the Ghandi of diet resistance
Yo. Howdy Peeps.
Dieting Resistance Strategy No.1:
Sleep deprivation techniques are a highy effective means of communicating the need for food. Mini-humans do this by crying in the middle of the night. I do this by scratching at the door, meowing, walking my bootylicious self over my human, peeking through the curtains and letting the light in, and gently placing my cold wet nose against my human's face. I choose to do this at any time between the hours of 0400 - 0600 hours. Closer to 0600 hours is usually most effective as the human usually caves-in and gets up to placate my urgent nutritional fervour.
Dieting Resistance Strategy No. 2:
Allay touch and affection more than usual. Tease the human by idling towards her and then moving quickly past, leaving the tail limp so she gets no sat-tis-fact-shion from my lovely furriness. Hide behind the couch. Peep out looking especially cute.
Repeat Process 4 to 5 times for greatest effect.
I have been rather hyperactive the last few days. Decided some hooliganism was needed as things have been much too serious lately with the human sitting infront of the machine that flashes light in a screen infront of her. She uses her fingers to make a sound like rain on the roof. I tried to do the same thing once, but was told politely that 'key boards', cats, and thesis drafts don't mix. I don't understand why because a keyboard has a mouse. Mmmm. Food group.
Catch.
Sunday 20 May 2007
Human life begins on the far side of despair
Friday 18 May 2007
Diet Hell
Yo. S'up peeps. Yeah, the diet hell has commenced. Last week my human loaded me into the transportation device and we ended up at some stinky joint full of sick dogs. I think they call it the V.E.T. because it stands for Voracious Embalming Techniques, although I may stand to be corrected. Anyhoo, so they weighed me and all. Like. Sooooo embarrassment. I had to stand up there like one of those fatties on the biggest loser weigh ins. When the nursebot announced my weigh in at 6.3 kilos I was a little dismayed. I decided to play the game, and look slightly emotional. I thought I could go the tack of blaming it on my emtionally f**ked childhood, but decided it was better to go with *blame* techniques. So the diet has begun. I'll get back to you on all the details schmetails some other day, *Yawn* Gotta get back to those zzzzs. Catch.