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!