Shiloh and Kipper (mad little sister and crazy wildcat.)

[Lady B]

I have a Savannah cat, part african wild cat, part mad tabby. He is the size of a small rottweiler only... kittykat-er. His name is Kipper and he is a sort of golden colour with faint black leopard spots and crazed eyes that sometimes drift off to the sides. We got him nearly half- prise because of his.. eye drifting (No one would take him becaus ehe wasn;t good for showing) and he has terrorised our household ever since. His many interests include jumping in the bath with me and pulling out the plughole, chasing after small yappy dogs when I take him to the park and eating about half a ton of fish when it is available. He has just turned two, here are some stories of what he gets up to. And, because my mad little sister Shiloh may sneak into these stories, expect a few episodes of "crazy three year old who 'lobes' Kippsy".

Here is what Kipps looks like:

(( All of this is true. ALL of it. 0-o ))

[Lady B]

Today, I made the mistake of taking Kipps to the park on his lead. Again. I think maybe I need a stronger leash. And collar. He started chasing after the stupid brothers, a pair of fluffy, tiny god-knows-what-but-I'm-sure-they're-pedigree dogs who tried to play with him. Again. Well, it's not really my fault, I mean Kipper would eat the whole house and then bury it (He likes to dig) if I didn't walk him.And it's not my fault that he's up to my knees and slightly crazy either. x.

[Lady B]

He did the bath thing again. I was just lying in there and Kipps crashed through the door, jumped over the side of the bath and landed on my tummy, then started trying to dig up the bath. He likes swimsies. Maybe a bit too much. Then he ate most of the rubby ducky and played with the plughole until my nice, warm bath drained out. Thanks, Kippsy. In case you wondered, the reason why I never chase him out is because I have ten fingers and I want to keep them that way. x.

[Lady B]

He's trying to eat my toes. Surely this can't be normal?

[Lady B]

Maybe he needs some form of Kittykat therapy.

[Lady B]

Speaking of therapy, I think Shiloh needs some. She's trying to eat my toes too. Ew, ew. I think perhaps my mad sibling thinks she is a cat too, or at least half. She keeps on going "purrrrrrrMEEEAHHHOWW" and twitching her bum around like Kipper does when he's about to attack something.

[Lady B]

Ooh, Kipper is cute. Now he's kidn of snuggling on my feet and - oh. And licking between my toes with his horrible sandpaper tongue. Oh, ehhhwwww, I'd forgotten how awful Kipper's tongue is... I might have to boot him out and hope I can tuck my legs up quick enough.... x.

[Lady B]

He's got my favourite bra. No kidding, the cat knows how to get revenge, but maybe I shouldn't leave my underwear folded on my bed. I might have to go and rescue them.

Oh dear god. Kippsy ate them.

[Lady B]

Shiloh is dancing around wearing a skirt she made herself, out of old socks and string. Nice to know I have a normal family. Huh. x

[Lady B]

One of the socks is her new best "fwend". His name is Kyle Sock. Shiloh "lobes" Kyle Sock.