Hello everyone, Gibbs here.  I know we haven’t been in touch for a while but I’m here now.  How are you doing? Casey has already told you that our Mum has been ill for ages, which is one of the reasons we haven’t written anything for the website.  Although Casey does the snuggling bit with Mum – he is good at that, I’ll grudgingly admit – but I’ll have you know that I’m the one who makes her laugh.

I practise my jokes on Casey first.  He doesn’t do fun as you know.  He must have had a very repressed kittenhood because he doesn’t always get the joke.  Mum talks to him and his expression is just dead pan, like he wants to say: ‘And you’ve woken me up to tell me this nonsense?’  He often does the same face with me, and I wonder if he’ll ever really let go and laugh like no one is watching.  Somehow, I doubt it.

I was watching a Christmas movie one afternoon with Mum.  I was sitting on her lap, kneading, and giving her dead legs (so she tells ‘Dad’) and someone told a joke in the movie.  I told Casey but he didn’t even twitch a whisker.  What’s wrong with this cat?? You’re dying for me to tell you the joke, aren’t you, so here goes.

What do you call someone who is frightened of Santa? Claustrophobic! Boom Boom!

No? Oh, well, suit yourself.

Casey and Gibbs synchronised nappingSomething else Casey and I are good at, is synchronised napping. We stretch out on the carpet near each other – but not necessarily touching – and we just, well, nap. It’s funny, because we often sleep in more or less the same position – hence the synchronisation bit.   Both Casey and I would like to wish you all Seasons Greetings and all the very best for Christmas and New Year.

Take care and keep safe and remember … leave them laughing.

Love Gibbs

A Cats Prayer

Lead me down all the right paths,
Keep me from fleas, bees, and baths.
Let me in should it storm,
Keep me safe, fed, and warm.