Story Of Brambleclaw Part 2 This is the story of my #life through my cats lives it seems sad but these stories are the best fucking English pice I ever will write (first swear may start a counter on these). Anyway less about me more about Brambles, it was his third time let out and it was the first snow and as he tottered out the door after I wished him luck and he fell of the step into two inches of snow (much taller than him at the time) he popped his head out nose covered in snow and looked at me as if he meant to do it which was apparent he hadn't this was the day I realised he was the cat to fill the hole that Wiskey will one day leave when she passes on to ceiling cat in the sky. (well that was back then, now he is a big fat annoying tiger of a beast which has wormed his way straight to the core of the apple of my heart where in a perfect world him and Wiskey play and hunt together and sleep side by side on my lap. I can dream can't I.

"Normal" how dare you insult me this way I'm extraordinarily weird.

Story Of Brambleclaw 1 Now for my new series since I have now introduced him in whiskeys story I will be telling about brambleclaw. For ease of writing I shall call him brambles. I remember 3 years ago when he was only 7 weeks old I was on the hunt for a new cat and I looking for a Ginger kitten but it was not to be the first one we were hearing about got out and got ran over by a jeep. The second one which was at the house of brambles hid away from me. We went through to her new kittens the ones one week away from being able to be bought and he was there this tiny little kitten waiting at the door brown with tiny black stripes and the cutest white paws on him (like shoes). We made a deposit on him straight away and collected him one week later and I can't look past #life with out him. Probably because he is too fat to look past. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy righting these and to think I'm in the second worst English class at my school. See you all next tome

Story Of Whiskey 4 Story of Whiskey 4 is a very late edition well it suits it I will skip a lot of years now because of how boring they are I will now go to a 12 year old Whiskey. Three years ago I got my second cat called Brambleclaw (I named him after the warrior cat) who is now 3 years old and the fattest thing you have ever seen. He has brown fur with black stripes along his body. from top to bottom he is very chilled all the time. But his story is for another set of blogs this is about whiskey. We had to keep them in separate rooms brambles in the kitchen and whiskey in the living room he would check under the door where she was there hissing and screeching as if he was an uninvited annoyance into her house. As #life go's on in this house they still don't get on I hope to catch up to todays times and give you daily check ups on her and any other news before it's too late. 

The Story Of Wiskey 3 My third memory of whiskey is of the story when my cat whiskey was outside hunting around 110 I was 5 years old and looking out of the window it was a Friday night and I had a friend over for a sleepover and I saw my cat on the lawn dragging up a massively big fat rabbit and she was struggling at carrying it and a massive buzzard came swooping down on to whiskey and then she turned around and ripped out it's throat then she carried up the rabbit and came back and struggled even more carrying that buzzard and I walked out later on after my friend stopped being sick we looked at the bird and saw it's wing span was longer than our two bodies fingertip to fingertip I used this joke before but it still works for this one "right in the childhood!"