Thursday, December 29, 2005

Tony Broke

Bad news, I'm afraid. I'm flat broke - Doris wanted me to come round the sales with her, but I spent my last dosh on a sparkly bell for her cage.
My plans for world domination will have to go on hold for a while I get some more pocket money. Can't even borrow any - all the local cats I mugged are spent up after Xmas, too.
I saw a really cool prog on the telly last night. Some bloke found lots of gold rings and stuff while digging up his garden. This gave me an idea!
Only problem is, pigeons aren't really equipped to dig. I must have a word with the Mole...

Friday, December 23, 2005

It's Christmas!

On the first day of Christmas my budgie brought to me

12 Big Macs

11 sausage rolls

10 cheesy pizzas

9 Chorley Cakes

8 mince pies

7 scotch eggs

6 chip barmcakes


4 jam butties

3 Christmas cakes

2 Cornish pasties

One massive trifle

Then this pigeon fell from the pear tree!



Sunday, December 18, 2005

Problems, problems

Well, Cuddles has gone home to his Mum at last. Doris flew down to the local duckpond and tracked her down, so all is quiet in the garden again.
This is a difficult time for a plumpish pigeon who enjoys his food. Nuts or nibbles? Mince pie or Chorley cake? Chocolate log or Xmas cake? Or just scoff the lot (and get a tummyache, but who cares?)
The only thing I really have a Qualm about is Stuffing.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Who IS the Daddy?

Well, it’s hatched – and it ain’t no pigeon! Cuddles looks like some kind of duck to me! I reckon Big Vanessa was just playing a trick on me. But what do I do with him? Cuddles thinks I’m his Mum, and keeps following me all round the garden. I suppose I’d better try and find his real Mum. Just wait till I get hold of Big Vanessa!

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Get Ready!

The egg's definitely cracking! It's opening! It's's....