Cat Love

Bead Heart

It was Valentines Day and the table was set for a lovely meal, the hoomins had all been working really hard on it, both the bigs and the small bigs or as Lithium liked to think of them… THE KITTENS.

The Kittens were fearsome lovely things and were fine as long as you made sure you only go strokes and NOT hugs. Kisses weren’t too bad but there were a bit snotty and drooly in general so Lith felt they were best avoided.

Sparkly hearts

Sparkly hearts and beads and glitter had taken over the house the last few days and now there was a wonderful food smell wafting from the kitchen. Lithium’s tummy rubbled – she was a very hungry cat.

She looked up at the table, it was all set out with place mats and candles and what not. It looked so lovely and the hoomins always brought the food to the table so it made sense that the place to be was on the table. The only problem was… Lithium was not allowed on the table. She walked around the table three times trying to decide what to do and then checking that the hoomins were all busy she hoped up onto a chair and then onto the table.

Waiting for my date

And… promptly settled down!

When the hoomins came in they stopped and stared at Lithium, normally they shouted and told her to get off the table but this time they oohed and ahhed and the biggest of the Little Bigs stroked her and scritched behind her ears.


Lithium made sure she was right in the corner of the table – cats like corners, it was because it was very mathematical and cats like maths. She sat at a special angle cutting the corner into two triangles – it was lovely.

But she didn’t remain that way for long, with everyone moving about the candle flame started to flutter, looking exactly like a small thing to be caught and if not eaten then chewed alot!

I am going to kill the shiny

Ears pricked to attention she prepared to leap and take down her foe!

But the light went off and a small big distracted her and explained that the candle was hot – she would have burnt her paw! Horrified Lithium reached out her paw to the Hoomins for inspection – just incase she had accidently burnt it anyway.


The Littlest Little Big assured her it was ok, she even kissed her! Now Lithium was drooly and had to groom her fur clean by licking and licking, everyone knew that cat drool was hygienic unlike hoomin drool.

Then she settled down and with a bit of petting began to purr loudly.

Rom Cat

But after a while Lithium got bored, there was still lots of lovely cooking smells but where was the food?

Well I AM waiting Hoomin

She began to mew pathetically but all that happened was the Little Bigs stroked her which was all very nice but not what she had in mind! FOOOOOOD!!! Hoomins could be so silly sometimes!

Complaining meoawly she got them to put the light on again – it had nothing to do with the lost spoon and bad eyesight of one of the Bigs.

Very catmospheric now put a light on

It had been very Catmospheric with the lights out, Lithium had to agree and so they put the light out once more and they sat in the flickering candle lights.

Content as a purry thing

Finally the food showed up, Lithium’s nose twitched and she sniffed at it but there was no meat :(

Poor Lithium had forgotten that the Biggest Big, the one that went all the way up to the sky, he only ate grass like things. Hoomins were so strange. Feeling disappointed she meaowed and licked his hand.

Long hearts

But the the Medium Big or was she the Smallest of Big Bigs? Got up from the table and went and got a special tasty from the fridge which she put on Lithiums fish shaped plate. Lithium jumped off the table and rubbed herself all round Mummy’s Puss-Big Hoomins feet and then chowed down on the lovely yummy that had been put out for her.

It was a lovely Valentines Day for everyone.


Things have been intreging here at Wiggly Pet HQ recently, the humans spent ages building a house in the garden, the smallest wiggly woo who is now talking and apparently called a toddler and not a baby, thought it was for her and so did we. We were very concerned about how she was going to keep warm in there but it looks a very nice house.

Hen house awaiting

Then they turned up with the paper work boxes in their arms, they seemed to be struggling with the boxes and strange ethereal sounds were coming from within. It was a strange warbling grak!

Jean unleashing the chickens

The eldest wiggly woo who really is getting quiet big these days and is now what the humans call a “child”, lifted the lid off the boxes and these reptilian heads stared out at us.

Rescue hens not quiet sure that they are allowed out of the box

Then on of the brutes jumped out of the box and knocked poor Alice straight off of her feet (Alice would like me to point out once again that we do not have feet, I would like to point out yet again that in fact it is a figure of speech and she shouldn’t get her knickers in a twist, she says she doesn’t ware … oh wait now why did she hit me?).

Hens being dusted for red mite

The human male then sprinkled this weird dust on the creatures, it smelt very strange but then so did the animals. It is apparently to stop red mites – this seems a shame to me as if they are going to adopt more things like this surely the humans should be glad if they come with several hundred or so parasites each – mores the merrier I say!

(Alice reckons I would change my mind the first time I was bitten – I reckon she wont be liking these feathered reptiles for very long, I mean have you seen their beaks? We are only small creature after all!)

Anyway they then put the poor things in the house they had built – this mainly seemed to be because on of them had pooed on the new shoes left by the back door by one of the human’s. Me and Alice are very sad to see that they have been locked up in the little house especially as the humans said they were rescuing them from being in small places and being forced to lay eggs!

Scraggy rescue hens in the run exploring

I asked the humans what they were and they said they were dinosaurs, and looking at them I think she may well be right but I thought dinosaurs were extinct. Maybe the humans have finally sorted out their technology – I’m sure I saw a documentary about some dinosaurs being cloned (Alice would like it noted that she has explained the difference between fact and fiction to me.)

Rescue hen Felix

Anyway we are planning mission ‘Free the Dino’s’ hope to see you all next week :)

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