Cat hopscotch....

....alas, does not work.  While the concept may be, indeed, brilliant, it is, in fact, totally impossible to implement.  I know this because I spent a half hour devising, revising and finally demising said game this afternoon.  Not sure what inspired me to come up with the idea.  I blame my New Year's Resolution of giving up alcohol, caffeine and sugar in preparation for this summer's Big Adventure. Nothing says "cat hopscotch" as much as a sudden paucity of Cadbury Roses Strawberry Dreams in your system.

Now this will be a fairly short blog, primarily cos I only have 48 mins of battery life left in my computer and I can't be arsed to go and get the power lead.  Its all the way over there and the exercise part of my resolution starts tomorrow, so til then, you're stuck with a quickie.

The topic of said short missive?  The ever-multiplying, blink and there's another one, pack of fornicating felines collectively known as The Cats of Villa Ten Ten.  Well, OK - perhaps that is a little harsh - of the currently TEN (TEN!) members of the furry troope, only two still retain the capacity for reproduction.  One (Perry) because he's the most recent addition to the gang, still in the awkward between-kitten years, so too young for The Visit.  The other, Poon Star, a wily old bugger of a black cat who somehow managed to evade capture in his early years for bollocks-choppage, so now seems to have earned his rite of passage and gets to keep them - and the lady cats of the surrounding neighborhood perpetually up the fluff.

So...with that short pre-amble, its my pleasure to introduce to you more cats per square inch than is probably legal....

Going for his third consecutive win in the Stupidest
Cat Competition, its Batty!  Favorite trick - running
in front of the car to force you to stop and say hello.

The little purry kitten, Perry, and his adoptive father
Harvey.  Sometimes its hard to tell which one is
Perry and which one is the rubbish bin.

Umm... I think this one is TT

I'd hazard a guess at Batty again, sneaking in for a second portrait
photo by pretending to be his mum, Princess (aka The Bitch).  Or it
could be Princess.

OK - this one is easy - its Scraggy

And the old gentleman of the group, from the original Villa Ten Ten
Gang of Four, its George

Right then.  Dodgy eye so this one has to be Harvey

I know this one looks identical to the one above it
but I'm assured this is, indeed, a different cat.
Named Shushy, no less.

For some reason, this one is called Ginge.

And... last, but not least, the only cat who gets
invited in for a dish of milk each night, its
Poon Star!

So then, with all our furry players now identified, let the worlds First Ever (and Last Ever) Game of Cat Hopscotch begin!!  I won't bore you with the rules (because I'd then have to make them up) but a thrilling time was had by all.  Only mild bribery was required until the cats, and me, got bored and wandered off.

Which you, dear blogwatcher, are also now at liberty to do...  

Loopy - did I get them all right? (Or have you acquired any more in the 48 minutes its taken me to write this ultimately pointless blog post?)

The original and - some might say, quite dull -
childhood game of hopscotch.  Obviously sketched
out by someone who hasn't played for several decades..
(ahem)

The whistle blows to signify the start of the game
 and the players flood the pitch.

Cat hopscotch in full throttle.  A purring success.
Just ignore those little crunchy bits they appear to be
eating,  Nope, no cheating at all here....They're just
the equivalent of half-time oranges for cats, is all....

A disturbance in the crowd distracts TT from his