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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:tiggeruski.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>mainly me</title><link rel="self" href="http://tiggeruski.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tiggeruski.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T01:02:07+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:tiggeruski.blog.co.uk,2007-01-28:/2007/01/28/noise_machines_and_flags~1640580/</id><title>noise machines and flags</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tiggeruski.blog.co.uk/2007/01/28/noise_machines_and_flags~1640580/"/><author><name>tiggeruski</name></author><published>2007-01-28T22:39:03+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:39:03+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Violet and Primrose are litt;e pigs. Primrose is quite nice and quiet but Violet, well, every party we have she goes on and on about being tidy and not to make a mess. When Little Tigg spilt a drink quite accidentally at Christmas she had him almost in tears. Then she made him  clean it up as best he could. He couldn't get it all out completely and there is still a little mark there.&lt;br&gt;
Mum came in today with a new noise machine. Why she has to come in every week and push it up and down making a big noise is beyond me. I think it is a way of marking out her territory. This new one is bigger and noisier than the old one. Violet says it is to clean the carpet but even the new one can't clean the patch where the drink was splilled so I think she has got it wrong. Mum always stops at that place and has a look at the carpet. I hope she never discovers who did it or she might stop the parties!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today the fat man was sent into our room by mum to watch a football game. One minute he was jumping for joy but then later he started cursing. Violet reminded him there were ladies present much to his disgust. Little Tigg says he wants to be the player that runs up and down the side waving a flag. The fat guy said that both these people and the man with the whistle were all playing for his teams opponents today. It seemed very unfair that they had 3 more players than our team but as I never saw any of them kick the ball once, I don't think it mattered. I bet they won't play again for the other team very soon if they can't kick a ball!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tiggeruski.blog.co.uk/2007/01/28/noise_machines_and_flags~1640580/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tiggeruski.blog.co.uk,2007-01-24:/2007/01/25/fluffy_white_stuff_and_magic_holes~1617185/</id><title>Fluffy white stuff and magic holes</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tiggeruski.blog.co.uk/2007/01/25/fluffy_white_stuff_and_magic_holes~1617185/"/><author><name>tiggeruski</name></author><published>2007-01-25T00:37:29+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:37:29+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Looked out of the window this morning and there was all this fluffy white stuff around. Little tigg said it looked awfully cold out there which made me laugh. Having siberian tiger blood in me it would have been warm to me. I didn't go out though as it was already melting.&lt;br&gt;
Little tigg, have I mentioned him. He is one of the travelling trio; Little tigg the small tiger, Wells the black panther and Oscar the otter. They all used to sit in the back of mum's car but when she made the fat guy get a big car there was no back shelf so they came to join us in the room.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes they go for a ride but not very often now. Little tigg is always full of fun and adventure, giggling laughing and running aroung. A bit tiresome sometimes but great fun at our parties. Oscar the otter is very inquisite, has to look at anything new that comes in. He sneaks up into the bath sometimes when mum and fatty are out. Wells is the quiet one. He hardly speaks but you just know that he is always watching everything that happens. Don't pick on Oscar or Little tigg though as you'd be picking on Wells as well. He has never hurt anyone but you know when he is getting irritated.&lt;br&gt;
I hadn't seen any money being put in the party fund lately so I had to remind the fat guy to go and get mum's weekly money. He started telling me that I was getting cheeky but he then went to the hole in the wall to get the money.&lt;br&gt;
I wish I knew where this hole was that has all this money in it. When I manage to sneak out now and then I have a look at all the holes I can find but none of them have any money in. Very strange. I will have to follow him one day secretly and see where the magic hole is.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://tiggeruski.blog.co.uk/2007/01/25/fluffy_white_stuff_and_magic_holes~1617185/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tiggeruski.blog.co.uk,2007-01-20:/2007/01/20/less_parties_i_don_t_think_so~1590881/</id><title>less parties - I don't think so!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tiggeruski.blog.co.uk/2007/01/20/less_parties_i_don_t_think_so~1590881/"/><author><name>tiggeruski</name></author><published>2007-01-20T23:52:50+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:53:19+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;You know I heard mum saying to the fat guy that, as they were a bit short of cash this year they might have to go away a bit less often. As she passed the door I shouted to her, don't even think about it. The guys and I want more parties so you'd better get this sorted.&lt;br&gt;
She tried to tell me off but she knows who the boss is.&lt;br&gt;
I think the others were impressed especially Violet and Primrose.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh you haven't met us all yet. Well my name is Tiggeruski. It is a Russian name so the fat guy says and I chose it because my real mother was a siberian tiger so it was appropriate.&lt;br&gt;
In the room with me are lots of other guys. I'll introduce them to you soon. On the piano with me in the executive area is Lawrence, pronounced Law-rawn-se as he is of a bear of French pedigree, and his dresser Larry. Lawrence is a famous singer whose rendition of "Raindrops keep falling on my head" was world renown when he used to top the bill at the Palladium, so he tells us. Larry was so stage struck that Lawrance agreed to take him on as an apprentice/dresser.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Gotta go now but I'll tel you more tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;
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