Mr Putty Pants Plays Eight Ball

Me and my New Big Friend thought we'd have a friendly game of eight ball, a bit of manly competition...no girls allowed. After insisting I'd won the coin toss, I got to go first, so I racked up the balls with this handy triangular shaped cookie cutter thingy.

Being short of stature I needed a little aid by way of a stool. Once set, I was ready to shoot.

Ah, good one, I've sunk a few stripes. My turn again...ha, ha!

Hmmm, I thought I'd try this bridge thing-a-ma-bob.

After ten minutes of lining up my shot and a lot of "hurry up" comments from the sidelines, I took my turn.

Urg, my shot was coming up a little short, so I ran down the table to blow on the ball making sure it went into the pocket. I was told that was not allowed and had to put the ball back on the table. Silly human creatures and their rules!

It's New Big Friend's turn now, I wonder if I can distract him by waving my fushia mittens around?

When I was told to "clear off" I snuck around to another side of the table and helped one of my lovely striped balls into an end pocket.

Whilst New Big Friend was busy lining up another shot, I dug around into one of the pockets for some of his solids. He doesn't seem to have as many balls on the table as I do so I thought I'd help him out.

Weee, there's an extra ball to balance the odds in my favour.

The game went back and forth for some time. Being the stellar player that I am, I made sure all my striped balls had been pocketed in one way or another so I'll just bang in this eight ball. Ha ha, I win!

Cirque du Soleil Putty

Since the Cirque's latest show is playing in my neighbourhood, I thought they might appreciate a star performer such as myself, so I donned my best costume and enlisted the help of my kitten "Mr Kitty" and his puppy "Cookie" to work out a dazzling routine.

We crept under the big top to join the troupe and took everyone by storm when we upstaged the star act in the middle of their routine. Unfortunately, we weren't appreciated as we were suddenly given the hook and sent packing. All this was accompanied by a whole lot of fist shaking and yelling in some foreign language I didn't understand. What is it with these humans?

Mr Putty Pants Loves To Spy

I was looking for something to do one afternoon when I was visiting my childhood homestead and my human handlers, Girly and New Big Friend, had wandered off leaving me up to my own devices. They should know better by now.

I thought I'd try and pump the old well dry but it proved more difficult than I thought...darn. Maybe I'll take a stroll over to the apple trees and climb up one to see if anythings going on.

I managed to get up the tree carrying some binoculars I found, so I could spy on any activity in the area.

It's tricky getting into position. I hope I don't drop these things.

Ah ha! I see some activity down by the pond...let me get my trusty spyglasses into position.

There are several humans over there pointing and looking at something. I"ll need to get a better view to see what they are up to.

Before I could observe them further, I slipped and fell, snagging my foot and hanging myself up on a branch. All the wool rushed to my head making me feel rather dizzy. I better not have scuffed my stylish shoes.

I hung upside down for quite some time before I could disentangle my shoe. I decided it might be safer on the ground, so I crept into the reeds
to stalk the humans. Shhh....there they are...

....it's Girly's parents and New Big Friend. I was trying to creep closer to see what all the excitement was when I was surprised by Girly as she grabbed me from behind and took "their" binoculars away. She then proceeded to carry me around under her arm like some sort of pet, cruel, cruel humans indeed, spoiling a little fellows fun.