Bengal cat blog

A Motorbike in the dining room!

2011-06-22T14:53:00.001+01:00

You’ll never guess what the Brian person did today!

No sooner had the Lesley person gone out to play golf (I know what golf is, we have to watch hours of it on the TV at the weekends. What is an Allis?), where was I? Oh yes, as she drove off he was in the garage for a bit and then………….

A motorbike in the dining room!

Well. Where will it all end?

Just wait ‘till the Lesley person gets home and he’s for it.

Polishing the chrome. He’ll get his chrome polished when she finds that in the house!

More to follow…..

Our Bengal blog in a book

2011-05-30T15:21:00.001+01:00

Tara…….we, that is me the great Yogi with just the tiniest little bit of help from her, Lulu, have published our blog ………….. in book form:

As us trendy cats say; check it out (by clicking on the worms “check it out”, that is the blue worms, not the ones that say check it out to illustrate which check it out worms to click on, I think).

And hey, can you tell me, that is us, if you still want us to write about our tales, that is stories of daring do, not our tails that are at the back of our bodies. Please drop a line to me care of the Brian person and let us know if we are history or you cannot wait to read the next exciting instalment!!!

Thank you, tell your friends we are back.

Yogi blog #11 - Watching the Royal wedding

2011-04-29T16:59:00.002+01:00

Hi folks.

We had a lazy day today. Lulu stretched out on the bed

and I sat on the floor

and we watched Prince William get married to Kate, now the Duchess of Cambridge.
Makes you proud to be a Bengal

Brian person’s edit: Mr Bojangles started this blog in 2006, when he and Yogi were born, and Yogi took over, later joined by Miss Lulu Guinness, after we sadly lost BoJo. Because the original posts were in a simple Word html format their original dates have been scrambled in the transition to Blogger. I have re-assigned their dates starting from 01/04/11 to preserve their order.

Subsequent posts will be posted on actual dates.

Thank you, and I hope you all continue enjoying their ~~tails~~ tales. I have had quite a few emails asking for more frequent posts, and I shall try and encourage Yogi to get on with it a bit more.

The Brian person

Yogi blog #10 - We have a tube!

2011-04-01T17:22:00.000+01:00

The Brian person came home yesterday, took us out to the paddock for our run and fresh air and………….

……………..look what we found to play in – A TUBE! It is fantastic

Of course Miss Lulu Guinness leapt right into it in her usual ~~fearless~~ stupid manner but I checked it out carefully before venturing into the unknown.
It’s all green and plasticy and smells of D O G S.

Apparently a very nice lady who works (whatever that means) with the Brian person said he could have it, after he had tried to steal it from her when she wasn’t looking!
So we would like to say a very big T H A N K Y O U to Sue at Cardington and dedicate this blog post to her.
Can we have a longer one next time please

Yogi blog #9 - Original blog date maintenance

2011-04-01T17:21:00.000+01:00

Hi. Sorry about the delay in getting back on line, here’s a recent picture to compensate:

Ferocious don’t you think?

Anyway, the ~~idiot~~ Brian person created this blog space and then tried to migrate (don’t I know some great worms) all the original blogs so that this could build up into a single tale of me and Yogi.
Here’s a picture of Yogi sleeping in the bath with the duck family that swim with the Brian person:

So what he is planning to do is amend the dates so that they reflect the true post date, and it will take a little bit of time, apparently. But when its done we’ll be up and running again.

Here’s a picture of us up and running:

Come back soon.

Yogi blog #8 - Happy Mew Year

2011-04-01T17:20:00.000+01:00

from Yogi and me, Lulu and stand by for an action packed year of cat photos and tales of derring do!
Yogi likes to think he is the author of these blog posts but I have a few tricks up my sleeve so watch this space. To start with the Brian person has got (another) new camera called a NEX-5 which also takes video, whatever that is, so you’ll be able to see us actually moving sometimes on these very pages.
The camera kit came all the way down the Amazon apparently and I have taken it upon myself to do as it says on the box: rate this packaging

very comfy thank you

Oh, and I have heard that whenever this blog gets updated it will send an automatic tweet to the Brian person’s Twitter account which is:

brianyoungphoto

so make sure you link your mobile things to it.

See you soon.

Yogi blog #7 - Christmas Day exercise

2011-04-01T17:19:00.000+01:00

Well, here I am back up and running so to speak. Actually neither Lulu nor I (or should that be me?) have been able to run much with this snow everywhere.
The Brian person only carts us out into the fenced off playing field if the weather is okay but yesterday, Christmas Day they told us, we got a chance to try out the white stuff for ourselves.
Didn’t like it much:

Absolutely freezing!
But now that the Brian person (I think I’ll just call him B) has another pointy-at-us thingy, which he calls a NEX, he had to give it a go in the snow.
So we gave him a couple of opportunities:

I was first to explore the chimney pot to see if it was full of snow, and

Lulu went on the prowl, trying to keep her feet dry but quickly returned the the relatively dry patch under the summer house:

while I just hid and looked sorry for myself, which I do a lot:

B brought us back into the warm after a while although the locks on the gate were frozen and he had to squirt warm water on them to open it. Lulu usually gives him the complete run-around but this time she happily (?) let B pick her up and carry her to the telli-transportation-device we have to get in (AKA carry box).
The afternoon was spent in the big room with the real fire and Lulu managed to get most of the decorations off the tree that lights up. B had his other pointy thingy and shot us (! well that’s what I heard him say to the Lesley person). He said they would make good ones for the next blog post.
I think that I should be the best judge of that since this is my blog.
Anyway, now that video (see previous post) works too there is no limit to the tales of derring do about me and Lulu I can blog here during 2011.
So see you then and please come back regularly, and tell all your friends.
(I also heard B say to L that his Twitter will publish our updates! I wonder what the h3ll that means!)

Yogi blog #6 - Our first movie

2011-04-01T17:18:00.000+01:00

This is me with my sister Lulu (although she isn’t my sister really as the Brian & Lesley persons appeared with her out of the blue one day) captured rather badly by the Brian person, on a crappy webcam, hand held and with a printer or something chattering away irritatingly in the background!

Yogi and Lulu playing in the study

Well, at least it is a techno breakthrough, if it works that is.
This blog, written rather well in the past by yours truly despite the distractions from the dreadfully wicked Miss Lulu Guinness, is due to start a new lease of life with effect from the start of the New Year 2011.
The Brian person now has a shiny new toy called a Sony NEX-5 camera which can take video so this post is to see if, between us, we can include movies into the story of our life.
We shall see………

Yogi blog #5 - Happy Christmas to all our blog readers

2011-04-01T17:17:00.000+01:00

(click on the image to enlarge)

From Lulu and Yogi with a New Years resolution to re-ignite the blog

Yogi blog #4

2011-04-01T17:16:00.000+01:00

I have been getting a bit of stick lately. When I say stick I don’t mean the stick sort of stick, I mean the grief sort of stick, as in.... “when are you going to pull your lazy claws out of your backside and publish your next blog?” type of stick. Although some of the messages have been considerably less subtle than that.
Indeed some of them even said that they wouldn’t be coming back to read our blog ever again if I didn’t produce something, and pretty damn soon. So since Katy was the last person to harass the Brian person to pass on the message; this one is for her.
(and please note the semi-colon in the last paragraph, an indication of how my education is growing exponentially)

It seems to have done nothing but rain and rain and rain these past few weeks.
And that means grumpy people persons and no going out into the high security area. Actually (posh cats say “actually” and I’m posh, which is more than I can say for my beloved LuLu Guinness, who is a totally fearless female yob).
What? Oh yes, actually, when we do get to go out we have discovered that the people persons have let the paddock grass just grow and grow so that its soaking wet and we have to leap vertically in the air like coiled springs, and the Lesley person laughs and says aren’t we cute. I wonder how she would like to be unceremoniously carted outside in a box, taken into a cage with sixty paws high wet grass (which is equal to three human feet) and expected to have fun!
Particularly if she had to walk on all fours with her dangly bits brushing through the soaking wet spiky grass.

So the theme of this blog, dear readers and cat lovers, is water..........

You know, LuLu has absolutely no idea how to drink water out of a running tap.
To be honest it isn’t really my cup of tea, but it seems to amuse the humans when I lap a few drops with my tongue. Why that fascinates them so much is a mystery to me, but hey, any species that goes out to work to earn money to spend on rolls of paper to wipe their backsides when a perfectly good litter tray (or next door’s garden given half a chance) is the purrrfect solution.
But I digress. LuLu seems totally confused about a running tap and tries to capture it with her paws and sticks her head under it (expecting it to enter from the top I suppose), but simply cannot get the hang of drinking from the tap like any normal cat.
So I gave her a demonstration like a good surrogate, step-brother should.

Bloody hopeless.
The Brian and Lesley persons were rolling around the kitchen floor (not an altogether unusual situation it has to be said, but this time there weren’t the usual empty wine bottles rolling around with them too), in fits of laughter. I had to feel sorry for the little mite.
The Brian person got a towel and tried to dry her off.
He should have known better.............

......... first there was the blood curdling screech that she has perfected when anyone does anything with her that she disagrees with. Then he got the full claw swipe across the face which I have to say is lightening fast for such a little thing.
Good job the tap was still running so that the Lesley person could wipe up all the blood. And to think I had just been drinking from that!
Every now and again one of them, or sometimes both of them, goes to work like they normally do on week days, but then they don’t come home that night!

The clue is the big boxes with wheels that come out in the morning.
The last time this happened I thought I would stow away inside the box and go with them to see where they go and find out what “another bloody conference” is.

I nearly got away with too until a certain little furry feline who shall remain nameless saw what I was up to and made that awful screeching noise (that only the female of any species can make) to attract attention. And my cunning plan was thwarted.

But the other day we did get to go out and the sun was shining and the grass was a squillion miles high, and we couldn’t see each other and it was great.
That is until LuLu spotted something through the long grass and too horrible to describe in mere human terms.
Two of them there were. One gigantic one and another a quarter of its size. But they were monsters and they were eating all the grass.

I gave my finest Bengal tiger impression, which had no effect whatsoever, and then ran for it with my tail at least five times its normal width

But good old fearless LuLu Guinness had to go and take a closer look; thinking a bit of plastic wire is going to keep her safe.
I ask you. She can’t figure out how to drink water from a running tap so whatever possessed her to think she could take on these ferocious monsters that would surely gobble her up in a single mouthful!!!
And then..................

........... she stood up and said ........
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.................. “Hello!

My name is Lulu Guinness and I fear nothing. Who are you and what are you doing in my paddock?”
Come back soon and I’ll tell you more adventures. (And I promise not to take so long next time

Yogi blog #3

2011-04-01T17:15:00.000+01:00

Hello again, from me, Yogi......

And her, Lulu Guinness.

She was actually called Lulu when she first arrived but the Lesley person’s friend, Ingy, calls her Lulu Guinness and gives her presents in bags with Lulu Guinness printed on them, and she said they are very posh, and says she thinks it suits her personality. (The Lesley person calls her a destructive little b*$?@”d, which actually suits her better!)

These photos seem to show us in a cage, but actually we posed for the Brian person’s clicky thing while we were racing about in our new paddock with the safe fence - which means that we can’t get out. But it’s really great, and when the weather is not raining, snowing, freezing or blowing a gale, we get to have a run about most weekends.

Have you noticed how Lulu is taking over this blog, she has even taken first place in the name of it – what a cheek. It started off as poor Bo Jangles’ blog, then I took over and then Lulu came on the scene – and life will never be the same again! So it is Lulu and Yogi’s blog now, even though I do all the worms and she just causes chaos.

We have a couple more toys the persons we own have bought for us. One is a tunnel sort of thing with a hole in the middle and although we have lots of fun with it when they are out, they make all sorts of “oh they don’t like it” and “they never play in it” noises, expecting us to perform when they return home in the evenings like some sort of circus performers for their amusement.
So, one day when the Brian person had his thing pointing at me again, I thought I’d give them a treat and sit in the bloody thing. That did the trick and they were ecstatic, so I bobbed down and pretended to play peek-a-boo, and that really sent them into spasms of ecstasy. Humans! So easily pleased

They did the dirty on me last week though. Well, the Brian person did.....
As usual the Lesley person went off to work first and then he got himself ready with his work suit, shirt and tie and started to leave. But then he decided he didn’t want to wear the tie he had on, and so he opened the wardrobe and changed it. I snuck in, for a laugh.
However, the doors closed and it wasn’t as funny as I thought it would be and I could hear a muffled “cheerio Yogi, cheerio Lulu” and then the alarm was set – beep beep beep - and he was gone. I could even hear his car start up and then drive off. And I was still in the bloody wardrobe. (Sorry about the language but since the people persons say it all the time, it must be okay).
What a day. Lulu made “come out now” noises for a while but then she must have gone up to sleep on their bed, as we do, and I was left in the dark, all by myself – for what seemed like forever.
I did quite a good job of pulling about 30 shirts and blouses off their hangers and into a heap on the floor in the pitch dark. I even found a couple of suits that gave way after a bit of judicious tugging and hanging on with my teeth. It didn’t help me to escape but it was a bit more comfortable curled up on the heap, and I just knew he would be pleased that I had had the intelligence to make myself comfortable.
Got that wrong....... what a fuss he made about his clothes – never mind me. I arranged for Lulu to take another lump out of him that evening to teach him a lesson. She does a lot of that. Claws like needles. He’s covered in scratches all over his hands, face, neck and ankles. And still he comes back for more.

Lulu is very hairy. Actually I think the female of the species all seem to be very hairy. The Lesley person has lots of anti-hairy products in her bathroom which I have managed to scatter about the floor on numerous occasions. But all Lulu seems to have is her tongue, so she licks and licks and licks herself and now has bald patches and the persons are making V.E.T. noises again asking how much more we are going to bloody well cost them.
I heard the Brian person say Lulu is probably stressed. I’d say she is stressed. I have found a cupboard I can climb on to that she can’t and it must be giving her real grief that she can’t get to me up there. Humans – they don’t know the meaning of stress like us felines.

Isn’t carpet tasty? And doesn’t it pull up easily at the corners. You know, there aren’t many corners left that we haven’t managed to pull up and un-ravel. I think the persons that we own must be very grateful for what we have done, because it must be so difficult for them to get into all the nooks and crannies and pull the carpet free of all those horrid spiky grip things. I am confident that they are please because when I stroll into the kitchen with a few strands of carpet hanging from my expressionless mouth I hear him say “just look what that little s*d has done again”, which I think is human talk for “well done Yogi, and thank you so very much”.
Lulu and me are planning to pull the entire stair carpet up soon and I can’t wait to see how pleased they will be. I bet they use the “s*d” word lots of times to tell us how happy they are, and how pleased they are to be owned by a couple of Bengals.

Lulu likes to sleep on me a lot. I love her very much. She has a really appealing screech that she does repeatedly when the Brian person try to remove all the poo from between her toes when she treads in it in our litter box. But they deserve it really. I ask you, it’s obvious that we are going to get a few blobs of cat sh1t in our feet, no matter how delicately we try to step over it. And it’s also obvious that we need to sit on their bed to lick ourselves clean, which is nice – so why do they insist on having a white duvet cover when it would be obvious to anyone that a sh1t coloured duvet cover would make far more sense.
Persons – I despair sometimes, but I wouldn’t swap them for the world.
We’ll see you next time – soon.

Yogi blog #2

2011-04-01T17:14:00.000+01:00

You will have perceived (okay, I’ve been chewing a few of the Brian person’s Open University books) that this blog is now entitled: LuLu & Yogi blog!
She hasn’t been here 5 minutes and she’s taking over. I can’t resist her though and I won’t let her out of my sight.

She discovered how, every once in a while the Brian person tries to drown himself in the room with the shiny taps. Now unlike normal cats who lick themselves clean like you are supposed to, they stand in a pokey little room with a glass door every morning and try to fill it up I think from a pipe in the wall. But the water just disappears down a hole in the floor, I know, I’ve been in to see it.
But when he fills up the big long saucepan with bubbles it is obvious that he plans to meet his maker as he takes (yet another) bottle of wine and a photography magazine in with him, just like the Egyptians used to do in their triangle houses which I have seen on Sky TV.
Never works though, and after about an hour he gets out. Bo Jangles once fell in with him and in trying to claw his way out in a hurry he made all the water go red and left lots of lines on the Brian person’s body. And did he shout. I’m waiting to see if LuLu is going to do the same.

She follows me everywhere, and even when I leap up onto places I know she could never reach, up she comes, totally fearless. I think she is made of rubber. One day recently the Brian person stuffed LuLu into the V. E. T. box and took her away. He came back after a while but without LuLu and I was worried that I would never see her again. We have become so close and she licks me all over and cuddles up to me at night, and eats all my food, and jumps on me when I am trying to do things in the litter box, and takes my toys whenever I decide to play with them.
But later the same day he went out again and brought her back home. The Lesley person was home by then too and LuLu got all the fuss as usual, although she did smell funny and I gave her a good hissing when she got too close to me. Cat heaven knows what she had got up to but there was a great big square on her side where all her fur had gone. I reckon she was abducted by aliens and experimented on (saw that on Sky TV too).

A day or so later she started to smell properly again and I let her sniff my arse, like you do. And I got to thinking…….
I haven’t been out since BoJo left and was wondering if my little life, and now her even littler life was destined to be spent indoors forever. And while I was having these depressing thoughts (not that I don’t like my cottage which I am slowly but surely destroying bit by bit, as you do), two different persons turned up and spent the weekend with us.
The man person disappeared with my Brian person and I could see they were up to something in the paddock where BoJo and me used to play.
Then, one day, this little wooden house appeared, in the kitchen would you believe, so LuLu and me had a fine old time climbing all over it. It even had a flappy door like the one I used use to get out of the cottage through, but doesn’t want to open any more.

Well, before you could say “I wish this little wooden house was out in the paddock”, it was out in the paddock – AND SO WERE WE!!!

Fresh air, springy wet grass, it was amazing. Little LuLu couldn’t believe it and went racing round and round at a million miles an hour (Top Gear – Sky TV).

Now I had done it all before so while she charged about like a mad thing I decided to check out what we had been carried out to in the V. E. T. box.
We were in a huge pen and the fence went right up into the sky and seemed to roll over at the top. I can’t see us climbing out of that as to get to the top we would end up upside down. There is a gate we were carried through and while we played about the Lesley person kept batting little white balls into the net with her shiny sticks she keeps in a bag in the cottage, and the Brian person was clicking his clicking thing at us.

Brilliant!

Fantastic!!

Now we have somewhere safe to play in and we can watch all the other cats in the village go into next door’s ~~toilet~~ garden and hear the people shout and bang on the windows <BG>
Personally, I have always preferred my littler box, although it can get a bit crowded when LuLu decides to use it at the same time. Sorry – too much information.
See you next time – soon.

Yogi blog #1

2011-04-01T17:13:00.000+01:00

I am all grown up now.
“Look at him, all grown up” said the Lesley person to the Brian person only the other day. “Well, that’s another way of saying he’s a fat lump” said the Brian person, with affection. “It’s all that kitten food the greedy bugger keeps stealing” he said, with more affection, I think.
Ah, yes. I had better bring you up to date a bit.
BoJo and me dutifully lifted up our heads and had our collars slipped on for our evening run-a-bout a few weeks ago. But there was definitely something different about my brother, ‘cos I was always happy to frolic in the paddock (I like the word folic, the Brian person uses it a lot or at least something very similar), but BoJo always used to disappear and return having had secret adventures that I was never a part of.
Well, one evening, before tea he went off, and didn’t come back. I worried so much, and so did our persons, but he never came in all night. Day after day went by and I was beside myself with worry, not to mention how I missed him. I gazed out of the windows and then one day our friend Ingy said she thought she had seen him at the top of the road, in a field, when she was walking those ferocious things called labranimals or something.
Anyway, before I knew what was going on I was bundled into the box that usually only means one thing – V-E-T. But we only travelled for a few minutes and I was put down again in a field and all the persons called out “BOJO” and “MR BOJANGLES” and “where are you, you little custard” (or something that sounded very similar).
I cried out too but no-one saw him and we all went home again.
A few days later there was a very gloomy feeling about the place and, the Brian person didn’t go to work, and I was told that BoJo had been found and was going to sleep in the garden and I wouldn’t see him again for a while.
I was very sad, and so were my persons, and so were lots of other persons that I didn’t even know. And there was one very special person called Christina who was so worried about me being left by myself she asked my persons to go and visit her in Leeds, wherever that is.
And they did, and I heard them say what a wonderful place they had been to and it was full of Bengal kittens, and they were so very socialised (whatever the hell that means), and that they all played with each other and popped out of pool table pockets and all sorts. I had no idea what was going on, except the fact that they had left me, all on my own, for hours.
And then they said I would never be left on my own again…………………….
……………………. and this appeared out of my travel box !!!!!!!

She (‘cos apparently she is a she) is called LuLu Guinness. And she is tiny.

I gave her a hiss or too to let her know who is boss around here and she didn’t take a bit of notice.
She even slept on the bed with us all on the first night, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. I tell you, she is absolutely fearless. I have lost count of the number of times she has fallen off the edge of the sink!
Anyway, she seems to like me and I kind of like her, and but she really is going to have to learn how to lick a fellow clean properly. I mean, she does it backwards, but I like it.

I remember when I was growing up, I liked to wrestle with my brother, but she is so tiny and fragile that I have to let her think she is giving me a good bashing but I don’t bash her back, not like I used to. I just pretend to.

Mind you. She can certainly cause chaos wherever she goes. Only this morning she managed to tip my plate of nibbles into the water bowl, and guess who got the blame!

And now I have a new sister I want to go out again into the paddock, and run about, and show LuLu some of the adventures I have had. But I heard our persons saying that they have a new Purr-fect fence coming from the US of A very soon and that we will be able to run about in safety, inside it, then.

The Brian person said that it should give the neighbours something else to whinge about, if they catch a glimpse of it.

Goodbye Bo Jangles

2011-04-01T17:12:00.000+01:00

Mr Bo Jangles is now resting in a special place in our garden, and in our hearts

His resting place in our garden

His collar marks the spot

The view from his resting place

Yogi’s missing BoJo blog

2011-04-01T17:11:00.000+01:00

Day 7 – 1 Oct 07
During the day today, while the people were out at work, the phone rang a couple of times. I listened to the lady leaving the first message saying that a black cat that had been knocked down near the CO-OP outside the nearest town, and wondered if it could have been BoJo, although it was a long way from where we live. I was so sad to hear that, but soon after the same person left another message saying sorry, but it couldn’t have been BoJangles as it happened before he went missing. Then she said he will probably come back when he is hungry.
I was pleased about that, but I still wonder where he could be.
The truth is, I have never been bothered about going out, and even when we could I only sat in the garden near the door so that I could get back in quick if I had to. I only went into the paddock if BoJo came with me, but he would always go off somewhere and never took me with him. He liked to catch voles a lot and the weekend before he went off he brought three into the house in the same afternoon. But BoJo was always asking to go out, and he has clawed the patio doors in the kitchen something awful trying to get to the jingly things that locked us in at night.
However, there is still another BoJo blog to come as he left behind the last photos taken of us only a couple of days before he went off on his travels, and his story of how he showed me the way to catch a vole with a pole. I’ll have a go on the magic machine soon and then everyone can read, and see it.
Dozens of people persons have sent emaily things to the Brian and Lesley persons about BoJo. If he doesn’t come home soon, I wonder if I should carry on with the blog. What do you think?
Day 4 – 28 Sep 07
The Brian & Lesley persons, in the Oh No room, have been reading out loud to me some of the emails they are getting about Bo Jo buggering off without a by your leave. They nearly all think he will stroll in without a care in a day or three after he has stuffed himself with rabbit, and got fed up without all the comforts of home. I get ALL the fuss from my persons now, and I also get to eat all my own food, and I don’t have to share the litter box, so all the personal odours are my very own.
But I still miss my brother, and Ingy (the female person Tory owns a couple of doors away) has also been looking everywhere for him.
I hear another Glitterglam original Bengal has gone missing only a couple of days or so before BoJo. She is called Glitterglam Jasmine. You know what I think, they’ve eloped to Gretna Green. Ha, wait ‘till she discovers that he isn’t particularly flush in the trouser department since the surprise trip to the V-E-T last Christmas. She’ll soon send him packing and they will both go to their respective homes with their tails between their legs.
So come home safely soon Bo Jo please. And Jazza too.
Day 3 – 27 Sep 07
The Brian & Lesley persons had to leave me on my own today when they went to their work. Before the Brian person left he made sure the cat flap would let BoJo in (but not out again!)
He came home first and I could tell he was hoping so much for BoJo to be here, but he still hasn’t returned, so he collected all BoJo’s details and went out again to report him missing to the vet. BoJo was wearing his collar with the little cylinder containing the secrets so if anyone finds him they will know who to call.
We all had very heavy hearts all day, although everyone at the people work places said they are sure he will come back after a few days or so. Some cats do go away on adventures apparently. I don’t think I will, partly because I didn’t seem to show any inclination to travel further than next door’s garden (purely to admire the flowers, certainly not to cr@p in it like the three legged moggie that roams around here), and also because it doesn’t look like I am going to get let out at all at the moment. I heard the Lesley person tell the Brian person that she doubted she would cope if I went too.
So I’ll stay here and watch out for him coming back. Do come home safely soon Bo Jo please, we are all missing you very much.
Day 2 - 26 Sep 07
I am very worried today as Bo Jangles has disappeared. We were let out for our usual romp in the paddock and garden last night (Tuesday), when the Brian & Lesley persons came home from their work, but Bo Jo wandered off by himself somewhere.
I went back in for my supper after about an hour, but for the first time ever I managed to finish all my tea without Bo Jo pinching some of it.
But he never came in and the Brian person went out to look for him all over the village with a torch but didn’t find him anywhere. We have never been out for more than a couple of hours at a time, so I was very surprised that he didn’t come back during the evening.
None of us got much sleep last night.
The Brian person stayed home today and made a poster and put one through everyone’s letterbox in the village, asking them to check their garages and sheds.
Come home safely soon Bo Jo please.

Bo Jangles blog #10 – by Yogi

2011-04-01T17:10:00.000+01:00

Well, still no sign of him so this is the first of Bo Jangle’s blogs by Yogi (that’s me) until he returns:

We were playing in the paddock on one of the two days when our persons don’t go to work. We were let out after they had come back loaded down with plastic bags that say ~~Tesco~~ M&S on them.

I once had a bad bag experience. BoJo never missed a chance to climb inside one so I gave it a go one day while the Brian person was loading stuff into the cold cupboard with the heavy door in the kitchen. I tried to climb through one of the doorway loops but got my head stuck. I didn’t think much of that so ran off to get away from it but it followed with me. The more I ran the more it rustled, the more panicky I got, so the more I ran, all round the house. The Brian person eventually grabbed me and pulled the horrible thing off me and every time I hear one of those rustling things now I’m off as fast as my skidding back legs will take me.
It was terrifying, although it never seemed to bother my brother.

Anyway, this particular afternoon I saw BoJo in the paddock looking intently at a hole in the bank. (That’s a bank of grass in the paddock, not the sort where they get money from. I thought I’d better mention that in case you thought I meant that they had their own bank in the paddock which would be an easy mistake for you to make but I am not very experienced at writing blogs).
He told me voles live in holes and he was going to get one. When I asked him how he told me he was going to poke them out with a stick.

He found a stick near the hole but I suppose he needed to test it out or something as he gave it a good bite.

Then I watched him drag the stick over to the hole and push it in. I stuck my paw in too to grab a vole if it came out.

BoJo shoved it right in, and although this was the first time I had seen him do this, he had obviously done it before judging by the number of voles bodies the persons keeping finding everywhere. BoJo told me he likes to play with them as they are good for tossing up in the air and catching, but something odd seems to happen to them because on the way up they seem to be alive and squeaking but when they come back down again, they are not! BoJo said it was something to do with altitude sickness which sounds perfectly plausible as BoJo knows lots of things I don’t.

Anyway, this time it wasn’t working so he pulled the stick out again ………

……. and shoved both his paws in.

We didn’t get any voles that time but the Brian person was obviously pleased as he had been pointing his clicky thing at us all the time saying things like “unbelievable” and “fascinating”.
When we went in for tea, out of a packet, and the doors were shut to keep us in BoJo climbed up the curtains and tried to reach across to open the door himself. The Brian person said to the Lesley person “you’ll never believe what I have just photographed Bo Jangles doing this time. If ever he wanders off on an adventure, I am sure he’ll never starve with his cunning. He’s a very special cat that one”.
I’m special too.

Bo Jangles blog #9

2011-04-01T17:09:00.000+01:00

Hello again, to all our fans all “around and around” the world.

Yes really. The Brian person has had emails from as far away as Australia (which must be outside our village because I’ve never seen it).
So what’s the latest………

I was in the shit this week, really I was. Covered in it from head to paws by all accounts.
I had my usual wander into the field at the end of the paddock, just to see if the rabbits wanted to play again. (When I do see them they obviously want me to play chase with them because they run like hell. I can’t catch up with them so I’ll just have to lay low and pounce on them like last time. I am sure they enjoy it because they squeal with pleasure when I take them home to play with).
Anyway, I was wandering in the field and it was such a lovely evening I had a good old roll about on my back. There used to be loads of stupid curly furry animals in the field but there gone now. In fact one day they got into our paddock, under the fence, and started eating the hedges.

As soon as I saw them I piled in to sort them out …….

……. and they took one look at me, realised I was a savage descendant of the Bengal Tiger and they ran for it, I can tell you.

I doubt they will mess with Yogi and me for a while. (Bye the way, they are filthy creatures. Do you know they don’t even lick their bottoms, but just drop their do-dos all over the field as they walk along!! Disgusting). Anyway, that reminds me, back to the other mess I was telling you about. After I had had my evening constitutional and a roll about in the field, I sloped upstairs to say hello to the persons who were both in the Oh No room, you know the one with all the wires and stuff. They don’t really like me to go in there because I keep getting tangled in all the wires and when I try to crawl out from behind the desks all their electrical things go out!
So I sat in the doorway looking very significant and heard the Brian person ask the Lesley person if she had farted. Now that is obviously a term of endearment because the Lesley person threw a Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows (a good read, there’s a cat in it called Crookshanks) and hit the Brian person, who laughed. After a bit of discussion they turned round and saw me sitting there and I knew they would be pleased to see me.
Well, the fuss they made. Sniffed me all over and said religious words about the high heaven. Oddly once again I found myself dumped into the sink full of soapy water and then rolled about in one of those big towels! (Just like the time I went swimming in ~~next door’s~~ someone else’s pool).
Still, I went back into the Oh No room later and emptied their litter bin, but they knew it was me because I fell asleep.

Yogi hasn’t been very well recently.
I think it is an illness called musical numbers. The Brian person took him to the V-E-T in the dreaded box with a door in it and when he came back he said he was ill to the tune of two hundred and forty quid.
Yogi had to go back a couple of times and on one time didn’t come home all day, and when he did he was all dopey and said he had had a biopsy to take some of his scabby skin but he didn’t feel anything because he fell asleep. Now that was brave. If they had tried to take any of my skin I would have created blue murder, I can tell you.
He’s okay now I think, but has got a couple of bald patches.

We had lamb for tea. (That’ll teach them to come in to our paddock)

Bo Jangles blog #8

2011-04-01T17:08:00.000+01:00

Hello everyone. Sorry about the delay since my last blog, but I thought people must have been getting a bit bored with it. Seems I was wrong as Yogi and me have had squillions of requests to write about our tales of daring do, so we are back.

The most significant thing (yes I know words like significant now) that has changed since I last jotted down my jottings is that we are allowed out, for an hour or so, if the weather is okay. We have to wear collars with canisters that contain secrets, and a bell (ostensibly to frighten off the birds so we can’t catch them, but we heard the persons we own saying the bells drive people mad!) (Note I said ostensibly. The Brian person has being studying with the Open University and I have been helping him, so I know lots of long worms).
When it is time to go out we hold our heads up and the persons slip the collars on, open the doors and off we go to have adventures. There is a little door flap in the front door so that we can get in, but I prefer the patio doors but when they aren’t open I have been digging out the putty, and should get the window to drop out soon.

We have a paddock to play in but it is a bit boring so we occasionally wander further a field, and I have made new friends to play with. There are little creatures I understand are called voles, and I catch them, toss them up in the air a few times for fun, and then Yogi takes them home and puts them into our food dishes. The Brian person laughs when he sees the little fellows sitting there, squeaking. The Lesley person screams a lot.

Did I mention, we love rabbits.

I captured one down vole alley and took it home for Yogi and me to play with. He waggled his legs about a lot as I carried him and I noticed the Brian person sticking his thing out of an upstairs window at me, which made clicking noises. I didn’t hurt the rabbit, who I called Conan, but when I dropped him onto the patio the Brian person took him away and let him run back home. (I caught him again the other day, although he was much bigger this time and I had one hell of job to drag him through the door flap. Managed it though and it squealed as it ran around the dining room and the Lesley person screamed again. What fun life is).

I don’t think everyone likes us. Did you know attitude is the same as grass. I overheard the Brian person say that some people’s attitude made him sick. Grass does it for me.
You know, it’s a delicate matter but we have only ever used our litter tray, even after running about the village for a couple of hours. We know other cats use the neighbour’s gardens, but we always get the blame, which isn’t fair. It seems it is okay for other cats to own people, but apparently we are not supposed to own our people.
Well, bollocks I say, even though I haven’t got any now.

I dived into a pond the other day. It was filthy, full of weed and stuff. You should have seen me. I thought I’d stroll over to Tory’s place, a couple of doors down, to show her the mess I was in and ask her what I should do. (She’s a bit old now and doesn’t roam far, but she is very wise. I am sure she used to run around a lot more but I think someone slammed a door into her face because it is all flat. I have a good idea who would have done it too).
Anyway, there are also two massive great barking things in that house who definitely don’t like me either and I had to make a run for it. When I minced in through the flap, all casual like for my tea, the people persons went ballistic (another word I’ve learned), probably because Yogi brought attention to my appearance by standing next to me. He all dry and furry, me all wet, covered in weed and smelling to high heaven (they said).
They filled the sink with warm water and in I went for a right old scrub. Then I was rolled about on the floor in one of those huge towels, and Yogi gave me a good wash too.
I had fish for tea.

Bo Jangles blog #7

2011-04-01T17:07:00.000+01:00

Here we are already in 2007 and time seems to stand still. Well it does in my kitchen when I take a flying leap up the curtains and get the clock hands between my teeth. You wouldn’t believe the fun it gives them when they realise. (It is often the bent big hand that gives it away). Hey Ho.

So what has happened since my last blog? Ah yes, that bastard the Brian person drove us to the V-E-T-S and, to put it delicately, had me and my brother C-A-S-T-R-A-T-E-D. Apparently, it is supposed to make us less energetic, calmer and more friendly…….. which isn’t working as you can see from the photo below when I had to give Yogi a good thumping the other morning.

We made up though, as we always do, and I gave him a good licking to show we are still brothers and friends.

For Christmas the Brian person got a new Sony alpha 100 digital single lens reflex camera with 10.2 mega pixels, a zoom lens, a Lowepro camera bag and a Manfrotto tripod. Actually I have no idea what any of that means but I have heard him say it on his phoney thing so many times that I am pretty much word perfect now. What it does mean to Yogi and me though is that it all came in brilliant cardboard boxes that have become our new best toys.
He keeps following us around the house with his thing in his hands and pointing it at us all the time. We wouldn’t mind so much but he keeps calling to us (although we still pretend we don’t know our names) and when we do look at him he blinds us with a flashy thing, which is on top of his other thing.
The other night the persons behaved very strangely. They shut themselves in the Oh No room which is full of wires and boxes and lights, and the lights kept going off and then on and then off and then on again, for ages. And they had a blue water bottle! Eventually they emerged and said the fruits of their labours following a project in Feb 07 edition of Digital Photo magazine can be found at the link at the end of this page, whatever that means.
What is a Manfrotto? We had only just figured out what a hedgehog is when the neighbour drove his car over it. We can see the poor little very flat thing from our window in the kitchen. What is the point of all those spikes? Goodbye Dobbin, we do miss seeing you every night through the patio doors eating what looks very much like our food out of a saucer.

Another thing, both the persons keep shutting us in places. We dart through the doors just before they close, as a cat does, and then they leave us in dark lonely spaces for ages. They make a real fuss when they do let us out, pretending that they didn’t know we were in the shower or wardrobe or bathroom or spare bedroom (where strange persons sleep from time to time who make an even bigger fuss of us and smell odd). But we think they do it deliberately so it is only right that we should climb up the Lesley person’s designer clothes or chew the spongy things to bits when it happens.

I made a call on the phoney thing myself the other day when I managed to swipe it onto the floor when the Brian person wasn’t looking. So to date I have sent a fax and photocopied pieces of paper from the Oh No room, and now made a phoney call. Simple when you know how. All it takes is to walk over beeping number pads. How human persons manage without delicate little paws I don’t know. I was pleased to see it had a picture of me on it just before it hit the floor, when it was in only one piece.
Better let them get to bed so that we can wake them up in the morning. I wait until bloody well five in the bloody morning before I sit on the Lesley’s head and purr loudly to tell her I love her and want my breakfast. I know its bloody well five in the bloody morning because the Lesley person says her prayers out loud then. Something along the lines of: “ Oh for God’s sake its bloody well five in the bloody morning”. It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to when I fly through the air because I try and hit Yogi who is generally chewing holes in the duvet cover at the far end.
I said I would include Doug Hyde pictures our persons hang in our cottage. These are in our bedroom:

See you next time. (Sorry about the delay with this one but I heard them saying something about their broad bands not working, and something about someone called plucking BT that I couldn’t possibly repeat here).

Bo Jangles blog #6

2011-04-01T17:06:00.000+01:00

I had a funny dream last night – I dreamt that Yogi and me went for a ride in the Brian person’s car to a big place where there was a picture of a princess. Funny smells. Its all a bit hazy and I think I’ll just have another nap for a bit.

I wonder what that funny itch is. Oh well, I’ll give it a lick when I wake up.
Oh by the way, here’s another of the Doug Hyde person pictures the Brian and the Lesley persons have hanging on their walls. I said I would try and show you one with each blog. This one hangs in the Oh No room. Its called Tiger. Aren’t the Brian and the Lesley persons nice to like such nice pictures of animals. It is a comfort to know that they love us and won’t let anything happen to us. Especially anything horrible.

That really is an odd feeling around about my nuts area. Oh well, check it in the morning. I am sure all is well.

Bo Jangles blog #5

2011-04-01T17:05:00.000+01:00

I’m back!

I consumed the best part of a ~~Tesco budget~~ Marks & Spencer superior kitchen roll. The Brian person says he is going to try and get me to do it again as my twice daily personal parcels I left in the litter tray (with their own very special perfume) were wrapped like Greek vine leaves, the sort that are filled with rice and stuff. (That sounds like a load of dolmades to me – Yogi)
Still, fully recovered and something of a vomiting expert now, me and Yogi have continued our education of human people and what they seem to get up to. They spend a lot of time out of the house during the day so we like to sleep on their bed, but only after our usual training session of trying to tear each others eyes and fur out. I do like to ponce on things (sorry, that should be pounce I am told). It doesn’t matter what really as I just like to pounce. I get into a crouching position and find that I get more of a spring if I waggle my arse before takeoff. I have been trying to land on Yogi when he passes under my neath as I peer down on him from the edge of the bed. I wind myself up by doing the arse waggle that seems to cause so much mirth from the people persons, and launch myself. Generally I usually leap far too high and head butt the chest of drawers.
I am perfecting how to meow totally pathetically so one of the persons picks me up and gives me a cuddle.

We recently discovered another room in the cottage that we hadn’t seen before. Its called a bathroom and its got a bath in it.
The people we own, Brian and Lesley, have got pictures everywhere by someone called Doug Hyde and one of the pictures has got a picture of the same bath as they have got in their bathroom. Hope that makes sense.
Its this one called “Always Together”. We haven’t seen them fill it with water yet (Is that the picture or the bath? – Yogi) but when they do I want to be the first in. I’ve been in with no water and it is all shiny and very clean, spotless in fact (the Lesley person made me say that or she said it wouldn’t be a bath full of water I’d find myself in but a bucket).

Anyway, we like the pictures and I thought you might like them too so I shall try and include one in each of my blogs from now on. The Brian person said that if I reproduce Doug Hyde pictures on my website I would be breaching copyright laws or something and he thought about it very carefully. Then he said bollocks, go ahead after all what can they do to a cat that he isn’t planning to have done to us anyway. I have no idea what any of that means but if someone out there would like to give Mr Hyde this site address I am sure he will enjoy reading it, and seeing tiny representations of his pictures that cost an absolute fortune, apparently.
You will notice that our photos are all in the bath today and I am working out how to turn on the taps myself. I do think it will be a real surprise for the people persons when they come home one day to find the bath running. I just know they will be pleased.

Finally, the big day has been arranged and Yogi and me are having our nuts chopped off for Christmas, at a lovely place called the Oakham Vet Hospital (www.oakhamvethospital.co.uk) on Monday 18^th December. I am not sure if I like the sound of the word hospital but the Brian person, who we love and above all trust, assures us we are going to love it so we can hardly wait. No nuts for Christmas he keeps saying.
You know, I can’t explain why but I am beginning to get an odd sort of feeling about this. I can’t put my paw on it so until I am sure I continue to reassure little Yogi that its going to be great. It had better be.
See you soon. Tell all your friends.
As Roger Moore says in his 1980 film Ffolkes: “I like cats – and I don’t like people who don’t”

Bo Jangles blog #4

2011-04-01T17:04:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone, and apparently that is loads of people persons who have tuned in to read our blog.

Although there are lots to tell, right now Bo Jo hasn’t been feeling too well and isn’t up to writing the blog. But please don’t worry as he is just feeling a bit sorry for himself and will be on fine form again soon to return with all the gossip from the cottage.
We are learning to easily understand people talk and although we speak to them loads, they don’t seem to understand what we say very well at all. However, as we pick up their language it seems there is lots in the world going on.
For instance, they leave us every day and as they often natter over one of their many bottles of red wine in the evening we have figured out that they don’t always go to the same place. They exchange lots of interesting stories about the people they meet and it sounds so much fun. Apparently, where the Lesley person goes every day there is someone with their arse on their face – I cannot image what that looks like. And where the Brian person goes he says there is someone stuck to the ceiling and they have two faces. We seem to miss out on so much and we wish we could meet these interesting, albeit deformed, people persons.
Well, soon we are off to the vets to have our nuts chopped off as the Brian person promised. Now I am no fool and I know that nuts and Christmas go very much hand in hand so I for one cannot wait, as I am sure we are in for a very special surprise.
Bye the way, Bo Jo eat lots of kitchen roll the other day and made himself sick all over the place. He knew that the people would not want their tiled floor spoiled so he made sure he did it on their carpets and mats, as much as he could. The Brian person wasn’t as sympathetic as we expected him to be, but he had to laugh when he saw Bo Jo crap logs that were ready rolled in paper.
Anyway, call back soon and Bo Jo will bring you up to date.

Bo Jangles blog #3

2011-04-01T17:02:00.000+01:00

Hello again. The good life continues for us Bengal cats of some 6 months, with the occasional exception when the people we own, Lesley and Brian, are bad. Such as last weekend when they left us to fend for ourselves overnight, unaccompanied, all alone, abandoned.

We knew something was up as we are discovering that weekends are different from the other days. How do we know? Because you should hear the language when we wake them up for our breakfast as usual at six o’clock, by leaping onto their heads and pulling their hair with our teeth. It seems they prefer to stew in their juices, so we make smells, a useful talent we have both recently discovered, until they feed us. They tried putting us out of the bedroom but we found that scratching and throwing ourselves at the door, as well as howling in a most appealing way, did the trick.
Anyway, in the middle of the day the flying saucer came out of the utility room and we knew what it means as we have seen it before. It has our food hidden under the lid in compartments and, to the sound of ticking clockwork, the top turns very very slowly so after a few hours we get a glimpse of our Whiskers for Kittens in either Cod, Tuna, Chicken or Turkey.
Now we have watched them eat their food, and empty all those bottles every night, and we just wonder how they would like to have their meal reveal itself centimetre by centimetre every ten minutes or so. We have become quite talented at squeezing our front paws in and scooping bits out but I ask you, is that any way to look after us.
Still, they came back the next day so the kitchen didn’t smell too bad.

I mentioned before how Yogi made the fax copier thing work in the Oh No room, well here he is after he had managed to switch on the blog machine for me. He has made himself appear on the screen and if you look very carefully you can see one of those bottles behind him. They are everywhere and the Brian person, who has had a heart bypass, whatever that is, calls it medicine and says it is good for them and the more they drink the longer they will live.

Aren’t stairs great fun.
It seems only the other day we could hardly reach up from one stair to the next. But now we can run up them at a hundred miles an hour, but coming down even faster generally ends in disaster at the corner near the bottom. The Lesley person says we get the zooms but all I know is that I have to charge about as fast as I can, spin round in circles and skid across the stone floors in the dining room and kitchen, crashing into things that make wonderful noises when they fall over.
What is a vase? What is a Ming dynasty? What is a bastard? So much to learn. So much fun.

I came down the stairs even faster the other day. I was casually demonstrating to my brother how nimble-toed I am at balancing on the wooden banister at the top of the stairs when, after a quick scrabble to leave my signature claw marks in the wood, I found myself on the dining room floor some twenty feet below. I didn’t enjoy that much and sat quietly for the rest of day in my duffle bag while the Lesley and Brian persons kept fussing and using the vet word a lot.
The people have another animal they feed, but it doesn’t come into the cottage where we live. We can see it through the kitchen doors onto the patio. They have put a little wooden house full of straw with a ramp up to the door for it. Odd looking thing that only appears when it is dark. It looks like an upside down brush and it snuffles and grunts and eats all the special food in the dish that the Brian person puts out every night with some drinking water, then it climbs up into the little hut and snores.
The Brian person calls it Dobbin.

Bo Jangles blog #2

2011-04-01T17:01:00.000+01:00

Me and my brother like water. Yogi doesn’t like it as much as me because he hesitates before leaping into the sink. However, he can pull the water jug over so the people have started to hide it in a cupboard. He told me he will get in there as soon as he can and pull it over in there, to show them how clever he is. He has been practicing and he has taught me to dart through any open door much faster than the people can stop us. Great game. I spent hours in a dark wardrobe the other day.

Anyway, I love to watch the water go round and disappear down the hole. The Lesley person turns the tap on a bit for me but the Brian person says I am mad, which is nice, and turns it on full blast when the Lesley person isn’t watching. Just to show him how much I appreciate it I have developed the cat litter back scrape which propels it all over the floor. It’s a great game and the Brian person laughs when he sweeps it all up so I wait for the moment when he sits down to eat and do it again.

Apparently I have another side of my face. He told me I would laugh on it when he takes me to have my nuts cut off. What a great bloke he is and it sounds like great fun. When I told Yogi he didn’t really understand but I explained to him that the Brian person and I have built up such a good bond of trust and respect that what ever having my nuts cut off means, I am positive we are going to love it. Hopefully I will have some photos for my blog so that we can share it with you.

Another thing. We are so good at waking up the Lesley person at 5.30 o clock every day that she doesn’t need her bedside table clock anymore. Just as well really since we broke it.
Aren’t duvets great. Yogi and me play for hours and we get under the neath and lay very still for a long time until one of our persons starts calling for us. The longer it takes to find us the more fun it is and the louder they call. The Lesley said I was stupid and would suffocate but she doesn’t need to worry about us being able to breathe as we have bitten loads of holes in the covers so we’ll be fine and when she discovers that she will be pleased for us.
Oh well, time for a sleep. We’ve cleared as many surfaces as we can find for our people. It is to do with their religion apparently as every day when they come home they keep saying Oh My God as they admire our efforts, and the more stuff we can spread about on the floors the more they say it. Still, if it makes them happy we don’t mind. Yogi and me having been working together on a very heavy item today and I have a feeling they will rejoice loudly with lots of Oh My Gods when they see how many bits it is in.
I love my life, call back soon.

Bo Jangles blog #1

2011-04-01T17:00:00.000+01:00

Hi, I’m Bo Jangles the very handsome smoke coloured Bengal kitten, and this is my blog about the life and times of me and my brother, Yogi.

We were born just outside Peterborough in June this year and we bought our people, Lesley and Brian, in September, so now we own them, and what was their cottage too.
They still haven’t learnt much about us as they seem puzzled when we show them how clever we are. For instance, whenever we clear the kitchen table for them by pushing everything onto the floor, and then hiding it all out of site under the cupboards, they seem to think it is some sort of game and put it all back! That is after they have crawled all under the cupboards to find things. And what is a credit card anyway?
Yogi had fun yesterday. Brian filled the sink full of warm soapy water to drown our drinking fountain for some reason, and when I showed Yogi how clever I am at balancing on the side of the sink he tried it and fell in. He did look odd charging all over the house soaking wet while Brian chased after him with a towel.
Later the people we own were both in a room upstairs full of machines with millions of wires to bite into stuffed behind their desks. To make it easier we pull as many wires as we can into the open so that the people can have a bite as well, but they just make those familiar noises about what nice bastards we are and put them all back. It seems that they take much longer to put them back as they try to push the ends in to little holes in the machines but we pull them out again for them. Also in the same room, which I’ll call the “Oh No” room as they say that a lot in there; Yogi was ever so clever as he managed to walk on some buttons on top of one of the machines and loads of sheets of paper came out of it, one at a time, and all with the same writing on. Needless to say they both said “Oh No” again, which I think must mean “Clever Yogi” as they say it so often when he does clever things.