Hello friends!

It's me, little brown Teddy T - back to make your day that little bit better!

I have been so busy since last time I wrote my diary - it has been like a mad house here with builders and my conservatory being built and now the slaves are building this secure cat fencing stuff to stop me from doing the EDscaping from my garden.

Actually, I think it's Rumpole escaping that they're more bothered about - perhaps they don't care about me or love me enough. I shall weep! You see, Pole did a major escape and was missing for many hours and finally came home like a drowned rat from the field and they were so scared he'd gone forever. They don't think I'd go for ever because they know I'm a brave and tough boy - I even stand up to dogs and do the foul and abusive language at them big time!

Today I went to the park and this HUGE black drooling labrador thing - that's a sort of big black stupid dog animal, if you don't know - came up to see me. He was dribbling all over the place - if I'd got caught underneath I'd probably have been a goner as I'd have drowned. He needed one of those plastic baby bib things that catch messy drips! Anyway, I wasn't going to be intimidated by a giant slobber-chops so I made my fur all stand on end all down my back and along my tail and then I did the biggest hisses I can and he went away. One-nil to the Tedmund Edmund, I believe!

I also went to take the post - I love going out in the car and it's great fun going to the Post Office as we park in the railway station car park and I sit and watch the traffic on the island and also the people using the crossing that beeps - it sounds just like Pole!

He has a new squeaky raddish dog toy! There was a squeaky dog's bone on Eastenders and he came running in from the garden and was talking to it and trying to get inside the television! So the slaves thought he would like a nice present - yet no present for Little Ed - oh deary me no! Discrimination or what? Rumpole talks just like a squeaky toy - all he does is say meep meep! He loves his new best friend and can carry it around - just!

I'd better go - have so much work on at the moment with my census of the housemartins who are living under the peak at the front of my house. It is most difficult keeping check - they move so quickly and to be brutally honest, one housemartin looks EXACTLY the same as another! I think the baby ones are coming out and flying around - but there are zillions of them round here - they have built a whole housing estate of their own and sometimes there are dozens all flying around together! AND they fly really low - one almost parted my fur when I was going to get in my car!

Have a great weekend!

Lots of love and purrs from

Teddy T

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Hello world!

Yesterday I went for a really long walk - over an hour! We went to look at a lake - there were 2 huge white swan birds there so I had to be most careful owing to them being masses bigger than me! We then walked along a very long path - and were followed by 3 dogs. one of them was a black spaniel and something odd had happened to him - his tail was only abot four inches long so he just wagged his sump at me. I growled at him and he ran away!!!

Then we found the canal. These are very strange things - like a lake or pond but long and skinny, like me! We looked to see if there were any fishes in it but coudn't see any - and the water was bottomless! I got a bit spooked when we walked under a bridge and was really happy to go back up to the main road!

Lots of car people stared at me - you'd think they'd not seen a small brown furry human walking along on a harness and lead before! There were lots of interesting smells and then a whippet dog came up behind with its owner. Boy was he skinny - dog not owner - she was built on rather more substantial lines! She asked if I was really a cat - obviously had eye problems as well as chubby problems! the whippet was a real skinny minny - even thinner than me! he was also taller than me - but a total wuss as he tucked his tail in and trembled when looking at me!!!!!

Then we went home and I told all the other cats about my EDventure and they didn't believe me - said I was making it all up to appear brave and clever and I'd really never been at all. Huh! My Irish girlfriend calls me Sir Tedmund Burmillary for being such an EDventurous EDsplorer - I wear the lead she sent me when I go on my walks as it's lovely and bright and fun!

Must go - am off in my car soon - yippeeeee!!!!

Lots of purrs and hugs,

Teddington Tee

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Hello again!

Ted here - I am the bravest and most literary boy you are ever likely to meet - not a bit like Chubbers who is a total wuss! I love to write to my friends and tell them all about my Edcellent Edventures - I adore outings in my car and also on my harness and lead!

Yesterday I had a car trip - these are my all-time best favourite as I have my own personal squidgy cushion filled with polystyrene balls and I sit on it on my slave's lap so I can see out of the window. And if I'm in a car park, sometimes I actually get to sit on He-slave's knee so I can really drive the car!!! Of course I'm an EDcellent driver - Lewis Hamilton had ought to watch out because if I did the Grand Prix stuff I'd be top cat for sure and as I'm the cutest little fellow I bet there'd be stacks of people queueing up to sponsor me! I think Jaguar cars should offer me a sponsored car for my trips - I'd be well up for all their promotional work and would have a wild time meeting and greeting!

I was hoping for a walk - but the Heavens opened and it did hat stuff that the slaves call raining cats and dogs - but honestly, I looked EVERYWHERE and couldn't see either feline or canine visitors plopping onto the pavement - just boring old wet rain. So instead of perambulating, I just decided to sit on the parcel shelf watching my birds eating their bread - and then curled up and snoozed on my pink cushion until dinner time.

I had another sit in my car late at night, too - now that's a fun time to be outside! There were two foxes coming round to see what was available for their supper - and Curly the cat also came begging for food. His name is really Buster - what a silly name - but his tail curls right round like a pink piggy's so we all call him Curly.

I'd better dash - the slaves are needing to use my car so I'm hoping they'll take me too - or else there'll be war!!

Speak soon!

Love

Teddy T

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HELLO!!!

You may already have met us if you've been to The Burmilla Boyz on ebay - but if not we are most delighted to meet new friends.

Or at least I, Ted, am. Cuthbert, our Chubby Chumba, may be more than a year older than me but he is a total and utter wuss - if he met you the chances are he would take up residence in his personal security bunker (behind the sofa bed upstairs) until you'd left the house. He'd claim to be planning and studying his maps for his defence campaign - but WE know the truth!!!

I guess as he's older than me, I'd better let him tell you about himself first!

Hello! I am Grathors Cuthbert - but my friends all call me Chubby Chumba and if you'd really like to, you can call me by that name. I was born right out in the wilds of north Derbyshire in a place called Pilsley on 28th April 2004 - and my granny was Igor's mother so I am related to the senior Burmilla Boy! I am a brown shaded silver Burmilla and I appear to be grey and a silvery white - I have stripes on my legs and tail and spots on my tummy and people say I look like a baby white tiger. Sadly I am very slightly less brave than your average scaredy cat - although I am VERY good at removing alien felines from my garden as I am large and when I puff my fur up I look EEEENORMOUS! And of course my tail looks like a huge striped brush and I can make the most ferocious savage growling and snarling sounds. But my slave can still pick me up even when I am very angry - unlike Uncle Igor who turns into a vicious psycho and bites when HE'S cross!!

Well, that's Chumba. Me, I'm Ted. Also known as Sir Tedmund Burmillary by my friend Sparkle in Ireland, and as Ted the Terror and Taffy Ted (these are the polite ones) to my nearest and dearest. I was born on Halloween morning in a sock drawer - don't ask - and I'm a brown smoke Asian which is a type of Burmilla Boy. My dad is a Blue Burmese though and my mum Chantal is a Burmilla and looks masses like Igor.

This is actually the reason why I now live with my slaves - or at least in part. you see, the slaves had a saved search on ebay for Burmilla and one day an email popped through saying that somebody had information about available Burmilla kittens. My slaves saw this and looked at the photo of my mum - and emailed just to ask if she was related to Igor as they are so alike. Pics flew back and forth and my slaves thought me and my sister Poppy looked cute - but as they weren't planning on adding to the Boyz that was that.

 Then after Christmas they started discussing finding a friend for Chumba as he was lonely living with much older cats and they eventually thought of me again and emailed to see if I'd been sold - and I hadn't! So they asked to buy me and arranged to collect me from Swansea station.

So on departure day I was loaded into a carrier in the car with my mum who was going to see her young man - and taken to Swansea. And in the station car park I met my female slave - she seemed just fine so I purred and hugged her. My former male slave then said that if I hadn't liked her they'd have changed their minds and kept me - but I got to go on a very long car trip and was the BRAVEST boy ever! I met loads of new admirers and had a wild time before arriving at my new home after a journey of many hours and meeting the others!

Anyway, that's all for now folks - we'll be back again soon to fill you in on our adventues and thoughts - for we are top boyz and great fun to know!

Lots of hugs and purrs!

Love

Teddy T and Chubby Chumba

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