Bathdrinking...

Hello. My name is Pablo, and I'm a bathdrinker.

What? Haven't you ever seen anycat bathdrinking before?

People might think it's gross, but I know that cats will understand. Dogs too.

Lately, Kate's been giving me the drys (a.k.a. dry cat food) for breakfast every other day. She says that it's good for my teeth to be doing some crunching. And she's a 'responsible pet owner', she makes sure that I have plenty of fresh water available whenever I want... but it's not the same as bathdrinking water (which isn't bathwater, because my people don't have baths. They have showers, so technically, it's showerwater and I should be calling this showerdrinking. But bathdrinking sounds way better).

So after they've finished doing their morning things in the bathroom, in I hop for a bit of bathdrinking goodness.

This photo is a bit odd... kinda looks like I'm floating in the middle of nothing... and like I've only got two legs. Oh well. I never said that bathdrinking was pretty. But it sure is good.

Bathdrinking. Try it sometime!

Cheers,
--Pabs

A Pablo Enterprises community service announcement...

Has this ever happened to you?

Most well-trained cat people know that tails are not for pulling, but I'm guessing that everycat's had at least one experience with a wiseguy prankster, an 'innocent' toddler or a should-know-better child who has pushed the boundaries of feline interaction just that little bit too far. I should know, I've been there.

More than that, I live with a married twentysomething couple who are bound to have kids in the next few years. I'm a toughcat; I can take on anycat that comes my way. But frankly, cats of the world, when it comes to human kids, I fear for my safety.

But never fear, everycat! Some amazingly wonderful and understanding people have written a how-to manual for people to read to their children to teach them about the right ways to handle cats (and dogs and other animals, for that matter). It's called Tails are not for pulling, and was written by Elizabeth Verdick and illustrated by Marieka Heinlen. You can find out more about it, check out some of the illustrations and read an excerpt of the book on the publisher's website. Now, I've not been paid any money, in-kind cat food or any other goods or services to let you all know about this... I'm just letting you know about it for the good of us all.

May your tails be un-pulled, your furs un-patted the wrong way and your whiskers un-trimmed!
Cheers,
--Pabs
PS: no tails were pulled in the making of this announcement.

Monday moochin'...

Now that autumn has arrived, and thus chillier weather in the mornings, I've taken to hopping in bed with Nick and Kate after I have my breakfast. I snuggle up with Kate (I'm nocat's fool, Nick would just kick me out) until she has to get up, then I get the whole warm bed to myself... for the rest of the day, if I want!

Kate took this picture of me before she went to work this morning, and I was in pretty much the same position when she came home a bit before 6pm tonight. Given the fact that I got into bed at about 7am this morning, that's 11 big hours of Monday mooching!

Now that's a way to spend a Monday...
Cheers,
--Pabs

P.S. My virtual squillion finally arrived! Thanks, Sanjee! His name is Justin Timberlake. That's him down there to the right. He's bringing sexy back... yeah! (If you don't know anything about squillions, and want to change that, click here.)

Top o'St Patty's Day to you!

I've been very busy today.
I wanted Kate to take a really stylish St Patrick's Day portrait of me playing in the patch of clover outside so I could post it for everyone to see. But when the time came to take the shot, I just couldn't stand still. This was the best one that we got...
Lots of Tasmanians are of Irish descent, including Kate. The Irish immigrants of the past probably brought their cats with them, so there's a good chance that I've got some Irishcat in me too. So, I thought I owed it to my ancestors to try another project...





St Patrick was a pretty important guy; he invented Ireland in 1371. He also invented Guinness and potatoes a few years after that. The other important thing that he did was to kick all the snakes out of Ireland, so Irish cats would never have to worry about them. That's why everyone celebrates on March 17. Even the cat on Kate's cat-a-day calendar was decked out for the occasion, although he doesn't look very happy about it:
(By the way, notice how the cat-a-day calendar cheats on weekends? I bet the cat didn't even get paid extra for having to cover two days...)

Anyway, Happy St Patrick's Day!
Cheers,
--Pabby O'Riley (Pabs)

Africats!!

Check this out: A family of real, live Africats! This picture came to me via Anne, one of Kate's work colleagues. Anne is originally from South Africa; her brother and his wife still live there... and these are their cats! On the far right, we have Mimi, next to her is Tom. Behind Tom, to the left, is Zaza, with her brother Bubbles in front. Bubbles and Zaza are Mimi and Tom's kids! And I think that Bubbles looks a bit like my good friend Monica... what do you think, Monica? They live in a suburb called Albermarle, south-east of Johannesburg. I know that's a big city, but I bet that they know some bigcats. You can see it in their eyes. I know that deep down we're all Africats, but it would really be something to be an Africat in Africa.

It would really make you feel tough.
Cheers,
--Pabs

Thursday tagging...

Hi everyone, sorry I've been absent on the blogosphere for a while. Kate went away again and Nick REFUSES to help me with my posts (grrrr!). Anyway, a few dudes (Merlin, Kimo and Sabi and Faz, to be precise) have all 'tagged' me since I've been away, and have probably been chewing their tails off in anticipation of my responses. So, here goes... it's an epic!


A. Four places I have lived...
1. Liverpool Street, West Hobart (in a share house with my first mums, Heidi and Nikki, and about a million other housemates).
2. Lynton Avenue, Dynnyrne (where I moved with Nikki when she got married).
3. Queen Street, Sandy Bay (where I first lived with Kate. This was also a share house, inhabited by Uncle Des, Rachel, Gibbo and Oliver... Oliver was a baby bean in Rachel's tummy, though).
4. Bathurst Street, West Hobart (the first place that Nick and Kate lived in after they got married. Huge garden, all mine. Awesome).

Pablo's pontifications: It's ok if you have to live in a share house, but if you can, TRY TO AVOID THEM. A million people live in them and they all might not understand how cats work. They might be loud and thumpy and move real fast so you get all skitty cause you don't know what they'll do next. Too many strangers come to share houses. It's better to live with just one or two people who understand you really well. Having said that, there is more chance of accidentally getting fed multiple dinners in a share house, if you play your cards right.

B. Four things I love to watch...
1. The kitchen. It's where all the food-related stuff happens.
2. My jungle from my observation deck in Nick and Kate's bedroom. I spend a whole lotta time here surveying my outdoor kingdom from the comfort of inside. I'll take some photos of it one day.
3. My shoelaces (when Nick and Kate wiggle them). I know, I know... I don't wear shoes, but my shoelaces are my favourite stringplay equipment. Try them.
4. Australian Idol. Especially the year that Shannon Noll came second. He's my favourite singer. For some reason, Nick and Kate think that's funny...

C. Four places I have been outside my home...
1. The v-e-t. Haven't had to go for a while, thank God!
2. The c-a-r. Just as scary as the v-e-t, I reckon. It's so loud and movey! And I have to go in that lame plastic carrier thing. It doesn't magically transform into a kitty palace just because you put a blanky in it!!
3. My jungle. The neighbours like to think that it's their big overgrown backyard, but it's actually my jungle, and the home ground of the West Hobart Tigers. A great place to rumble with my buddies!
4. Over the street. I don't go very often, but I do dash across the street in the evenings sometimes, just when I feel like pushing myself out of my comfort zone a bit. There's some good smells over there, and it's where my Tigers team mate Graham White lives. P.S. Don't tell Kate that I go over there, she doesn't know!

Pablo's proviso: I'm an outside cat. So it's not really that big a deal for me to go outside my home, at least within a certain geographical radius. And I'm not a social guy, so it's a VERY big deal for me to go to places other than my home, like the c-a-r and the v-e-t. So unless I really have to, I stick fairly close to home. When Nick and Kate go away, people come to my place to look after me. And that's the way I like it.


D. Four websites (or blogs) I visit daily...
1. The Cat Blogosphere. It's how I keep in touch with the news from all my kitty pals around the world. I'm also their 'Offishul Australian Corryspondent'.
2. The Pablo Fan Club blog. Maintained by my lovely lady friends Phoebe and Monica in Oregon, USA. Drop over and say hi!
3. Merlin and Dobby's blog. I started visiting this blog before Dobby came on the scene, mainly because I was amazed at how much Merlin looked like me. It's been great to see how Dobby the kitten has settled in to life with Merlin, and how much he is growing to look like me, too!
4. Faz's blog. Faz (Fazakerly) is a Britcat with an Australian mum. She lives in Wimbledon, England. But not really near the tennis place. That's on the other side of Wimbledon Common, where the Wombles live (I wonder what wombles taste like?).


E. Four of my favourite foods...
1. Raw chicken. Sometimes, when Nick and Kate bring some home from the supermarket, they cut bits off for me and leave them in my bowl. Nocat had better come near me when I'm eating chicken!
2. Cooked chicken. Sometimes they give me some of this too, but without all the sauce and stuff they put on it. As if it's needed to give the chicken flavour. Nocat had better come near me when I'm eating chicken!
3. Canned cat food (chicken flavour). Almost as good as 1. and 2. Especially at room temperature. Nocat had better come near me when I'm eating chicken!
4. Dry cat food (chicken flavour). The worst of the best, but still contains that chickeny goodness. Nocat had better come near me when I'm eating chicken!

Pablo's poultry penchant:Look, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't like meat other than chicken. But something happens to me when that chickeny smell hits my Jacobson's organ. Nick and Kate call it the Chicken Madness. I call it heaven...



F. Four places I would rather be right now...
1. At my food bowl. Eating chicken (of course).
2. My basket. Complete with sheepskin rug (of course).
3. My chair. Upholstered in green velvet (of course).
4. Nick and Kate's bed. Without them (of course).

G. Four toys I have owned and played with...
1. Bungee mouse. A fake mouse (covered in rabbit fur!) with a rattle inside, attached to a plastic bungee cord. Oh, I did some of my best jumps trying to catch him! I loved him so much, I licked his fur off. (He was a gift. Kate would never buy me something with rabbit or other real animal fur!)
2. Mr Sparkle. Just some bit of blue sparkly plastic fringe on a stick. He drove me crazy, though!
3. My red mouse. A Christmas present from my friend Liji Beau. The reddest mouse ever. I like to swing him by the tail.
4. My stringplay shoelaces. A staple in my toy collection.

H. Four nicknames people call me...
1. Pabs. This is pronounced 'pubs', not 'pAbs', where the 'a' is like the 'a' in 'apple'. Same with my full name. There are lots of variations on this, like Pabby, Stinky Pabs, Dirty Pabs, Pabio and Pablometer.
2. Mablo. Kate favours this one. In her more lyrical moments, it is extended to Guantanamablo.
3. Sweet Pea. Don't laugh! Another Kate-bestowed name. It's my mushiest name.
4. My sweet baby tiger/tiger boy/tiger baby bunny boy. I bet you never knew that cats blushed...
Pablo's pseudonyms: There are plenty more, I can tell you! Nick and Kate like to make up songs about me (usually re-workings of existing songs to make them about me). They are usually less than complimentary, but they're about me, so I don't care. They also make up one-off or temporary nicknames based on topical events. For example, during the World Cup (soccer) last year, my nickname was 'Puss Hiddink', a nod to the Australian coach Guus Hiddink.

I. Regarding catnip...
1. Love it
2. It's nice
3. Could take it or leave it
4. Don't like it or can't have it
Answer: I haven't tried it. I'm STILL WAITING FOR KATE TO GIVE ME MY AMERICAN SHRIMPY NIPPY GOODNESS.

J. Regarding cat grass...
1. Love it
2. It's nice
3. Could take it or leave it
4. Don't like it or can't have it
Answer: Sounds like something that Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper would have smoked.

K. First things I would by after winning the lottery...
1. The patent for chicken (currently held by the estate of the late Colonel Harland David Sanders, who invented chicken in the early 20th century.
2. A big new headquarters for Pablo Enterprises, with my own private study/bedroom and a rambling garden.
3. The Richmond Tigers. An Australian Football League team, based in suburban Melbourne. I'd appoint myself as their president and relocate them to West Hobart.
4. A teleporting machine, so I can visit all my kitty blogging friends without having to set paw on an aeroplane.

L. Four things I do besides eat, sleep and litter box...
1. Captain/coach the West Hobart Tigers in the Southern Feline Football League.
2. Maintain my blog. I love being part of the cat blogosphere!!
3. Stringplay.
4. Give Nick and Kate as many withering, disdainful looks as time permits.

M. Four things I want to do this summer...
** This question was obviously written by somecat in the Northern Hemisphere, cause we've just finished our summer. I've taken the liberty to change the question to suit my own seasonal orientation, i.e. four things I want to do this winter**
1. Eat more chicken.
2. Find more sunbeams to sleep in.
3. Outsource my outdoor responsibilities (rumblin', surveying my territory and the like) to somecat I can trust (Frankie, maybe?) so I don't have to go outside until spring.
4. Write my memoirs.

N. My four most prized possessions that have limited value to anyone else...
1. My stringplay shoelaces. It took ages to chew them up just right.
2. My sheepskin. It took ages to shed the right amount of fur onto it (stop vacuuming it, Kate!).
3. The old, old matress under Nick and Kate's bed. A mancat needs a hideout!
4. The grass growing in the terracotta pot on our patio. A mancat needs his greens!

O. What I am going to do before tomorrow...
1. Finish these questions! There's still more to go!
2. Eat my dinners tonight! Can't wait...
3. Better do an outside patrol later this evening.
4. Might get Kate to do a bit of stringplay with me.

P.Which of the following is your favorite place to hide and play...
1. Paper bags
2. Plastic bags
3. Boxes
4. Other (explain)
Answer: Boxes, boxes, boxes. They are so interesting! Who knows what might be in them? And they're great to chew. Unfortunately, my place is too small for me to have a permanent playbox, but I love it when Nick and Kate bring a box home for some reason. And thay are so great to chew....

Q. Four other pets that Mommy has had with me...
Does Nick count? (Only joking, Nick, old buddy!). No, none. Kate knows my rules.
Pablo's pet policy: I am very much a solo pet. I don't share. I don't like sharing my house with people (apart from when they feed me and let me sleep on their bed), and I most certainly would not share my home with another animal, even if it was a cat. I am cat enough for any household!



R. Four furiends I tag to respond:
I've taken so long to do this that it's so last week by now. Beto's been conspicuously absent from the blogosphere for a while. Something's going on there... so Beto, if you're out there, I tag you! And anycat who hasn't done it yet who still wants to.

Finished! Yippee! Hope you've enjoyed learning more about me. I know I have.
Cheers,
--Pabs

Infamy (or: in-for-me)

My friends Nick and Bron posted this photo on their blog, which was taken outside their new apartment building in Glebe, Sydney (sorry I can't biggify it, it was taken using Nick's phone):

They have thus lifted the lid on my hitherto undisclosed past life in the Sydney underworld. Why am I banned from Sydney? Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies... well, not many lies. Not big ones, anyway.

Cheers,
--Pabs

Too hot for cats...

Don't worry, I'm not dead! It's just that we've had some full-on THFC weather this weekend. The kind we only get a few days per year down here in Tasmania. Our apartment is on the first floor, and has north and west facing windows (you northern hemisphere cats will have to reverse those directions to understand what I'm getting at: lots of midday and afternoon sun!), so when it's hot, I really flake.

Using my superfeline powers, I find The Coolest Spot in the House and park myself there. I stay as low to the ground as I can possibly go, and stretch out as long and flat as I can make myself.
I don't really sleep, I just lay there and wait until it passes.

It was so hot today that Kate even joined me on the floor at The Coolest Spot. I don't have any photos of that, because Kate wouldn't take any. I don't blame her, she's not half as photogenic as I am... would have made a nice mother/son pic, though.

Today, it reached 35C (around 95F). Even now, at nearly 11pm, it's still 21c (69F). But the best thing just happened. It just started pouring. I don't normally like rain, but I'm inside and I can feel the rain cooling things down. And the rain means there will be lots of interesting smells outside in the morning, when it will hopefully be much cooler!

Cheers,
--Pabs

Frootbat Friday: Frankie (West Hobart Tigers player profile #1)

Player name: Frankie
Rookie year: 2006
Skills: Stealth, curiousity, super frootbat hearing, Hepburn-like looks (Audrey, that is), extreme balancing and poise, patience
Favourite pasttime: Fencewalking

This is Frankie. She's the newest player in the West Hobart Tigers' squad (apart from Possum, whose transfer is still being processed by the SFFL... they're really dragging their paws!). 2006 was Frankie's first season with us and she did an awesome job. She came to us with an injury, and was even walking around with one of those plastic 'Elizabethan' collars around her neck, to stop her from scratching her face. A coupla the Tigers made fun of her, but I thought she showed some real guts by wearing it out in public and not even caring.

Frankie's been a real asset to the Tigers. She's small and delicate, which means that she can move quickly and silently. She's also very inquisitive and keeps an eye on our turf at all times, while still managing to maintain her characteristic grace and style.

Frankie loves fencewalking. Not just the one pictured above (the front fence of my apartment complex), but any fence. Her most favourite fence to walk on is my side fence, a wooden pailing fence which is covered by a gnarly old climbing plant. It's way hard to walk on- I've tried. But little Frankie takes her time, plotting her moves with extreme patience and executing them with extreme balance and style.

So here's to Frankie, the first West Hobart Tiger to feature in my series of player profiles. (Keep an eye out next month for West Hobart Tigers player profile #2: Skinny Ginger.)

Happy Friday, catbloggers!
Cheers,
--Pabs

A valentine for my ladies...

These beautiful cats are Phoebe and Monica. They are the co-chairfelines of the US chapter of the Pablo Fan Club. They're not really my girlfriends, but they're girlcats and they're my friends (and they're very pretty too...), so I'd like to send a shout out to them on Valentine's Day. And thanks to the Katnippia crew for a rockin' party today! Love those niptinis!

Cheers,
--Pabs

Evidence...

Kate found these feathers outside on the lawn yesterday. Under her clothesline. She wants to know what I know about them. I'm not saying anything about it, on the grounds that I might incriminate myself. But there's at least 4 other cats who frequent our yard space (all West Hobart Tigers: Skinny Ginger, Blackie, Graham White and Frankie) and it could've been any of those guys. But I'm there the most, so it's kinda fair to suspect me the most. BUT THAT DOESN"T NECESSARILY MEAN THAT IT WAS ME. And I'm not telling... What happens under the clothesline stays under the clothesline, right?

Cheers,
--Pabs

Real American kitty goodness!

A few months ago, I asked my blogging friend Christine to bring me some American kitty treats when she came to visit her beau in Australia. Well, here they are:
Real American Shrimp Nip cat treats and a Real American Dog Hate postcard! Thanks, Christine! Here I am examining the card (Kate said that Christine's got very beautiful handwriting):

But then, I caught a whiff of the shrimpy, nippy goodness...


And had to investigate further...


Mmmmmmm. Niiiiiiiiiip...
I've never had nip before. Kate's a bit worried about what it'll do to me. She's just gonna give me a few shrimp at a time and see what happens. I'll let you know how I go! Thanks so much for the awesome present, Christine. Kate said she'd love to have you (and Mike) over for dinner when you come back in June/July.

Cheers,
--Pabs

Angry

What the? When I signed into blogger to moderate my comments this morning, it MADE me switch to the new blogger. Now cats that have commented on my posts who aren't switched to the new blogger come up as 'anonymous' and I don't know who they are and it doesn't link to their blogs. I was so angry, I had to find something to bite.

THIS SUCKS! Sorry guys. If anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know. And maybe you could include your name in your comments for now, just so I know who youse are?

Cheers,
--Pabs

It was 219 years ago today...

Today is Australia Day.

That means that on this day 219 years ago, the first European settlers landed in Australia (from England, where my mate Faz lives. Hi, Faz!) to start a new colony.

Many people think that's not a reason to celebrate, because the new settlers did some pretty bad things to the original owners of the land. In some ways, it's a day of shame. But I'm not here to argue that case, because 1) I'm a cat; and 2) I've found a reason to celebrate Australia Day...

Proposition 1: The First Fleet came to Australia by ship.
Proposition 2: In the olden days, cats used to work on ships, keeping the mice in line.
Conclusion: Cats came to Australia with the First Fleet.

Which means that today marks the 219th anniversary of cats in Australia! Now THAT'S something to celebrate!

Happy Australia Day!
Cheers,
--Pabs

It's all about me!

Monday was a great day. Check it out. Not only was I the star of Kate's cat-a-day 2007 calendar:

(I don't remember posing for this... is it you, Merlin?)

I was also the star of Nick, Kate and Uncle Simon's Scrabble game:

Actually, this was assembled by Kate, post-game. But you've gotta give her extra points for effort, even though some of the words aren't exactly complimentary. She might've beaten Uncle Simon with those extra bonus points!

Cheers,
--Pabs

Sleepy Saturday...

This picture wasn't taken today.
It wasn't even taken on a Saturday, as far as I can remember.
But seeing as I 'scairt' many of you with the picture in my previous post, I thought I'd redeem my public image by posting a picture of me looking more... peaceful.

Kate calls this a picture of 'her boys', which Nick really hates. This is Nick and I, chilling out one evening a few months ago. Well, I'm chilling out. Nick looks like he's reading something important, 'cause he's taking notes and stuff. He probably wasn't very chilled out. You could say then that it's a portrait of contrasts-- human and feline, work and rest. It's a bit hard to tell, but this is one of my classic floor-sleeping poses. My left arm is pointing out to the left, acting as a bit of a chin-rest, while my right arm is pointing back the other way. Looks uncomfortable, but totally isn't.

It's one of my ideal ways to spend a Saturday. Or any day, for that matter.

Cheers,
--Pabs

Most people I know think that I'm crazy...

... and here's the proof. Heidi (one of my First Mummies. Long story.) always said that my middle name was Legion, from the part of the Bible where Jesus heals a guy possessed by a legion of demons, inferring (in none to subtle a fashion) that my behaviour indicated that I was/am possessed by demons. This nightshot of me by Aunty Trakka adds weight to Heidi's theory.

Seriously though, how scary does it look? Humans: this is why we don't like the flashy box!!! It spooks us! We already have flashy eyes, so of course using the flashy box on us at night freaks us out.

And makes for freaky photos.

Serves you right.

Now I know how Prince William's girlfriend feels.

Sort of.

Cheers,
--Pabs.

A kitty in need...

This is Possum. She's a NKOTB (new kitten on the block) here in West Hobart, but she's facing a bit of trouble. Her mum and dad found her in the gutter not long ago. They took her in and looked after her and even planned to keep her. But things aren't looking good. Her parents' real estate agent is being all 'NO PETS' about things, and appealing to the owner of their flat hasn't worked thus far. Please send Possum your bestest purrs (or even give her a shout out on her blog), cause she really wants to stay with her new mum and dad... and the West Hobart Tigers really want to pick her up in the 2007 rookie draft. I'll let you know how she gets on.

In other news, I've lost another collar! I'm keeping quiet about how I lost it, but I came home nude again the other night. They've bought me another one, but it's not very comfortable. Let's see how quickly I can rid myself of it and get another one!

Cheers,
--Pabs

Melbourne: Part 2

As promised, here's the second and final installment in Kate's report on cat culture in Melbourne. The first report centred on cat tributes in the Melbourne CBD, and I mentioned that there weren't many live cats to be found there. Well, Kate did find some real live (and mighty cute) cats in the CBD. Unfortunately, they were in a pet shop in the Melbourne Central shopping centre. Check them out:
Cute stuff indeed. Now there's nothing wrong with being a pet shop cat. I've got nothing against pet shop cats (some of my best friends are pet shop cats), and I know that pet shops have smartened up their act in the past few years as far as animal welfare is concerned, but I still think it SUCKS that pet shops are allowed to make money outta selling cats and dogs when there are SO many abandoned and stray animals who need a home and someone to love them. If I was Kate, I would have busted those kittens outta there and spent the rest of my Melbourne holiday finding good homes for them. But that's just me.

I was hoping that Kate would be able to take a heap of photos of suburban Melbourne cats doing their thing on the streets and in their front yards, but according to Kate, they were quite elusive (either that, or she couldn't be bothered chasing cats for her whole holiday). Apparently Melbourne cats value their privacy and aren't as forthcoming as your typical Hobart cat. She did manage to snap this old timer while he was trying to evade her lens in the suburb of Kensington:

(That human on the left is Kate's friend Sarah. Hi, Sarah!)

But by far Kate's coolest live cat discovery in Melbourne (and props to Aunty Trakka for telling her about it) was Toto:
Yes, I know that Toto is traditionally a dog's name, but I guess his houseperson decided to reclaim the name for cats. Toto is a shopcat, which means that he works in his houseperson's shop. I've heard of shopcats and officecats before, but this is my first photographic evidence that they really exist. I think it's a great idea. Cats add style and sophistication to any retail establishment. I think that more shops should have cats on their payroll. It would help to attract the Right Sort of Customer (as long as the cats are appropriately remunerated!). But I don't think I'd be very good at it. I don't like strangers...

Anyway, Toto helps out at a shop called Paper Indulgence, on Victoria Street in Brunswick West:

It's a specialty paper shop, and Kate said that it sells all kinds of pretty paper (again, I'd be no good in a paper shop, because I chew paper).

Apart from looking attractive, Toto's main job is security:





Toto can often be found sniffing around people's bags to check for dangerous (or tasty) objects, and sniffing the carpet to find out who's been in the shop. He's always on the move, is Toto. That's why Kate didn't get a decent headshot of him (or maybe it's that paranoid Melbourne feline privacy thing again?).

Pablo Enterprises salutes Toto, a true hero of the feline world, for his contribution to human-feline relations... and he doesn't even chew paper!

Cheers,
--Pabs

Breaking news from the Pablog newsdesk...

G'day everyone,

Just had to let the cat world know about an awesome piece of of cat-related news that broke in Australia today.

You can read the full story here, but to cut a long story short, an Australian bank unknowingly issued a credit card to a cat called Messiah when his mum applied for a secondary credit card in his name to test the bank's security procedures! Messiah's mum was also able to make Messiah a secondary account holder on her electricity account! The bank in question gave Messiah a $4200 credit limit, so everyone: the Fancy Feast treats are on Messiah!

Will I be applying for a credit card, I hear you ask? Why would I? Nick and Kate pay for all Pablo Enterprises expenses. But kudos to Messiah and his mum for putting a cat on the national media stage.

Cheers,
--Pabs