'Giant' lizards and cranky parents

Hi everyone,

Tabatha here.  I have been around, just the boys keep cramping my style a little, or maybe a lot really.
Good thing is that Mum has noticed and I get lots of cuddles and 'girl' time when the boys are not allowed to get up on her lap and push me off, which is something they are pretty good at.

It was really cool the other night - Smitty got caught ripping up her magazine and leaving lots of bits of paper everywhere - and he couldn't blame anyone else either.  He was caught in the act - and he got such a smack.  He sulked for almost an hour, too.

It wasn't as funny though, when I came running into the house on the weekend with a GIANT lizard, with legs kicking everywhere.  I had worked really hard to catch that lizard, and from all the yelling you would think I had dragged some monster into the place.  Of course, Dad came running and I lost my lizard.  Dad threw him over the fence and then I was under lockdown indoors.  Naturally, that upset the boys as they got locked in as well. So they weren't happy with me either - and it took nearly an hour before Dad shared his biscuit with us and we were allowed outside again. Mental note to self - leave the big lizards outside!!

With the rain around, we have had a lot of these big green things called frogs in the garden.  These are way cool - every time you tap them with your paw, they make this funny noise.  It's like having our own living squeaky toys.  Just don't bring them into the house... Mum really loses it then. 

Anyway, nice talking to you all.  See you again soon.

I don't think Lizards make good eating....

Hi Beautiful People, Hugsley here....

I'm not feeling real well at the moment and Mum and Dad are not very happy with me - in fact they wouldn't even share their bacon with me - or with my brother and sister either, which got me into trouble with them as well. 
Apparently it had something to do with the fact that I threw up on the kitchen floor, and the dining room floor twice, and then the back verandah.  Although if I go by the yelling, it also had a lot to do with me trying to eat it again. I was only trying to help clean up.

Mum and I had already had a falling out, when she called me in before she went to Guides, and I brought my lizard I had caught with me. She said it wasn't coming in, I said it was, there was a bit of a scuffle - and I lost my lizard and she ended up bleeding.  Not a good start to the evening for either of us.

Once she let me back out when she got home, I found another lizard - or two - and ate them.  I don't think that was a good idea, thinking it over...I started feeling not too good after that - and things went from there.

Mind you, Smitty gets a sore paw and he is off to the Vets - I throw up and no vet visit for me.  I like seeing Linda too. And he gets bacon and cheese to make him feel better - I get told I can't have it because I threw up.  Not fair really.

Vet Visit

Well, it seems that I miscalculated! And I'm supposed to be the clever one.

Mum is a bit more cunning than I gave her credit for... she called up reinforcements and got Dad to come to the Vets with us.  And the Vet had a couple of others there as well.  So my battle plans were out the window before I got started.

Seems I have an abcess in my paw but it may already be on the mend.  I am now on antibiotics, not sure what they are but it sounds like something I am not going to want. And I got stabbed - twice!! But it is supposed to make me better apparently. Not sure how that works.

Anyway, I like Linda the vet - she always cuddles me and says she's sorry for hurting me. 

Maybe I'll leave the wildlife alone for a while till my paw stops hurting, like Mum said.  Besides, I can lie around indoors and look miserable for a few days.  Should be plenty of bacon on offer to make me feel better, don't you think?  Or cheese...I LIKE cheese!

Sore Paws and Secret Weapons

Hi everyone,

Smitty here...feeling a little sore and sorry for myself at the moment.  Mum says I am an accident looking for a place to happen.  But I don't think that's funny at all. 

I have a sore paw and I am limping, as it hurts a bit.  I think I got something in it while chasing lizards in the garden the other day.  Of course, you can guess what Mum said, can't you?  Yep, that's right - no sympathy and if I would stop harassing the wildlife, I wouldn't have so many problems. Personally, I think the wildlife likes being chased..it is the eating part they have problems with.

Mum and Dad had a try at getting whatever it is out of my paw and I think they got some of it but it still hurts - and now Mum is talking about visits to the Vets.  And I know what they do .. stick things up my rear end and stab me with sharp things.  She needn't think I am going peacefully, that's all I can say. I am preparing for battle!!

I plan to deploy my secret weapon.  I found out about that one the other day when Mum grabbed me when I was up on the kitchen bench, just casually checking out what was on offer for dinner.  She pounced on me, and then squawked and dropped me...she said that I was a 'stinky bum' and that skunks smelt better, whatever the heck a 'skunk' is. Can't be anything good anyway...  
I figure a few of those and she will never want to catch me and take me to the Vet.  (And the Vet won't want me either.)     

Reckon I got this problem sorted!

Hey Human fans

Hey everyone,

Mr Hugs here..well that's what Mum calls me anyway - most of the time. 
I have to admit she has said a few other things sometimes - damned furry white weasel was what she said when I brought the HUGE grasshopper in.  I was SO proud of catching that as well, and she threw it out the front door!!  Maybe it was dropping it in her cup of tea that caused the fuss...but the thing kicked me and I couldn't hold on to it.

I'm the gorgeous one, obviously.  Mum always calls me Pretty Boy 'cause she knows how gorgeous I am.  Dad says that isn't politically correct, but I don't know what he means by that. After all, he can see just how beautiful I am. 

And I do LOVE hugging and cuddling my humans - which is why Mum called me Hugsley.  Although it took her a while...she had a long list of names for me when I was really little.  'Six feet under' and 'Feral little wombat' were a couple of them - but we are all good now.  Although the big grasshopper didn't help things for a while.

Dad also calls me a 'Little hero' - which really annoys my sister Tabatha. She says she could have gone for help when our real mum didn't come home from hunting, and she wouldn't have got lost for 3 hours either.  I'd like to have seen her try!  I reckon she's just jealous anyway because Dad fusses me.  And she is spoilt because she is the only girl, so she has nothing to complain about.

I think this is pretty cool, having our own blog.  Mum hasn't found out yet, as she has been busy with Guides and paperwork and hasn't had time to update her blog.  Wonder what she'll say?  Dad will think it's funny, I bet. I think we need to figure out how to add photos to the blog - so everyone can see how cute we are.

Mum just came home to check on things, but we all looked so innocent and cute that she gave us a little bit of bacon each.  Just as well she didn't need to go into the office hey?

Talk to you all later - I'd better go practise being adorable before she gets back...'cause I know she has more bacon in that fridge!

Smitty here...

Hi Guys,

My turn on the blog.  Tabatha went first - 'cause she's a girl, she said.  (And because she  said she would go and tell Mum if we didn't let her go first) Girls.. what can you do?  Apparently not much because Mum gets cross when we jump on her and kick and bite her.

Like Tabatha said, she isn't our real Mum. but she has spent the time raising us, and bottle feeding us when we were really little.  She had lots of help though.. the people at the school, Aunty Carrie, and even Dad used to get up early to help feed us.

Mum calls me Smart-arse Smitty - I'm pretty sure she is being nice. Dad always laughs when she says it so I guess so. I think she means that I am so clever about things, which I am. 

You would know me right away, 'cause I have a stumpy tail.  It got chopped by the verandah door and the vet had to cut a bit of it off and then fix it up.  I was really brave and didn't cry much at all - now I look pretty good, I reckon.

I am a pretty awesome hunter as well and can catch lizards, birds and snakes.  It doesn't make Mum happy though... she says I should be catching the mouse eating the bread in the pantry, instead of terrorising the wildlife in the backyard. Last time I brought a little baby snake in, she said she was going to turn me into a slipper!

Anyway, better go for now.  I think I just heard Mum come in.

Hello World

Hello everyone,

 

My name is Tabatha and I have 2 brothers, Smitty and Hugsley.  The boys and I got the idea that maybe we should have a blog for ourselves, after watching Mum (Shelagh) working on hers.  Shh, she doesn't know yet that we have hacked her computer.  Dad (Wayne) always says that we are pretty special, so he will get a kick out of this. She'll know soon enough because we had to use her blogger account.

I will just give you a little history about us before the boys come bouncing in here and try to take over, like they always do.  Too sooky to do it themselves but once I do, they think they know all the answers.  Boys, hmph!

We have lived with Mum and Dad since we were tiny, about 4 days old when our eyes and ears weren't even open yet.  Our real mum went looking for food one night and didn't come back, so the man who owned the service station called Mum and she came and got us - well, not Hugsley to start with.  He was the one who went out to look for our mother (because he was hungry!) and thats how the man knew to call Mum.  They found him later and brought him to her.  Dad calls him a little hero... hmph. I could have done that AND not got lost for 3 hours!

Mum called Aunty Carrie and she brought some cat milk and syringes and helped Mum feed us.  The Principal at the school said we could come in with Mum every day until we were more grownup ... which was way cool, because everyone fussed over us.  And once Mum and Carrie got some bottles, the nice lady from the office came over at feed times and helped Mum feed us all.  I think Mum called her Candy.

We are really grown up now, nearly 7 months old and Mum says we are spoilt rotten.  Not sure what she means by that....

Whoops, here comes Mum.  Talk to you all later!