Well at last I have just watched ‘Inglourious Basterds’ and what can I say. Well this, my bottom hurts. Over two hours of sitting in one place cringing at the dialogue and the dreadful Brady Boy is enough to make any cheek numb.
If you haven’t don’t and if you have you’ll know what I mean this is rubbish at its best.
As a Cat and author I suggest that you read my wonderful book “Getting Out – Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary,” which is available to all for a small fee at Amazon.com or my ‘www‘- wickedly, wonderful website, and don’t waste your money going to see this pile of rubbish.
Here is some really wonderful news! I remembered that I forgot – does that sound right? Well never mind! I remembered that I forgot to tell you all about kippers when I mentioned them a while ago, but I have remembered now and found a nice picture of the tasty treats so here is the information that you have probably been waiting for!
A kipper is made from a fish called a herring. When kippers are made they use the whole herring and just split from tail to head, then they take out the nasty wobbly bits, salt it and then cold smoked it for a while in a smoke house.
Humans and Cat’s in the UK and the US often eat grilled kippers for breakfast and they are sublime with butter and a poached egg or two.
Some humans and all Cats in the UK eat kippers for high tea or supper and they are beyond divine and most Cat’s, like me, would kill for them, though it has to be said we rarely do!
There I hope that helps do let me know if you want any more information on kippers or indeed any other fish, I like to pride myself that I am a bit of an expert on fishy things.
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I have asked my PR people to comment on my behalf on the rumours that I will be taking over from the lovely and very tired Oprah Winfrey in 2011.
As yet there has been no contact between Oprah’s people and my people what so ever and we can only wonder where the rumours have come from.
Although of course I did manage to find this picture (above) in the press which obviously shows the delight of some individuals at the premature (I have to say) announcement of the ‘change.’
One of the books that I am writing in my trilogy of five books to follow the blockbusting “Getting Out – Excerpts from A Cat’s Diary” has a catchy working title which i plan to fight fang and claw to keep when I start to argue with the publisher and my agent and its title is “People I Really Hate.”
I have a Twitter list on the subject but that was only to annoy all of the idiots who call; themselves ‘Margaret Thatcher!’
Any way I discovered a new word the other day and I would like to share it with you because it is a lovely word I first thought that Poliphobe meant someone who hated parrots but rather delightely I discovered it means someone who hates everything!
Now you have to hand it to poliphobes all over the world because it must take some enormous dedication to actually hate everything, even I can’t pretend to be hate everything because, and I know it is a weakness I love Prawns or Shrimp as the lovely Americans call them, oh and of course I love Americans they are so err ‘cuddly.’
One last thing do you think poliphobes dislike ‘me?’ I can’t imagine that can you? No I thought not!
I have a lot of interaction with the public, they write to me at my website Getting Out – Excerpts from A Cat’s Diary – Home and also to the TV shows I have been on and of course to my agent bless them.
Well I know that is my fault of course because I am a superstar and I know I will never learn, I just get more famous and more people interact with me.
Still that isn’t all that important, because today dear readers I want to talk to you about God.
Unfortunately I get a lot of people who write to me about him or should that be Him ‘he’ does always seem to get a capital letter at the beginning of his name, I should t know that because I copied Him.
Well I get idiots – oops sorry people writing nonsense like this from an otherwise nice lady the other day.”God is Good, praise him (she missed the capitalisation of His Him)on high.”
I wrote back “yes god is good but so are prawns, little children and comfortable beds it is just that God has a better marketing department,” and sadly she didn’t seem to be too impressed and made some unGodly comments!
It was a shame she go so mad because I was going to ask her about the “praise Him on high,” bit.
Was it an instruction to climb a hill, or is that why churches have tall towers? But she doesn’t speak to me any more, so much for Christian forgiveness and compassion.
Have a great day all of you!
It is crazy at the moment – but then it was me and not an assistant who signed up to be a superstar wasn’t it.
My agent the great Mr. T. A. Leibowitz, ‘call me Todd’ has just sent me a picture of my book advertised on the street in New York – are you impressed? I know I am, look at my bone structure, poise, elegance and stance, I am, I have to admit one extremely good-looking animal.
Then you have to add the facts that I am extraordinarily intelligent, absurdly rich and incredibly famous and you get someone who is a true star and so very special.
I have decided to help little Nicole Kidman regain her fame, she came to me in floods of tears earlier today, poor lamb, apparently the Los Angeles Times which as we all know is one of the biggest mouthpieces of Hollywood, reported that she, bless her little cotton socks, was no longer a star! Don’t you just love her and of course pity her!
I have started to collect ‘sayings’ you know the type of thing “a stitch in time saves nine!” Stitches I presume.
The other day I found myself saying one – “when the shoe is on the other foot – I always fall over!” I don’t know if I got it exactly right but that is the nice things about saying you can personalise them, can’t you?
I thought it would be nice to share a picture of my Mum with you! I think this is her.
Hello Everyone, guess who has been invited to an Oscar party little old me! No I couldn’t believe it either but come February 2010 me The Cat will be drinking Champagne and munching Caviar (the black stuff only please) and generally being a star.
So if you are off to the 82nd Oscars then it is just possible that we might brush fur coats but probably only mine will be real.
Here is a picture of the Oscars that I am going to win in the future.