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Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Terrific Tache Tuesday




We at The Paw Relations are very supportive of Cancer Awareness and as such we would like to show our support for Movember, in aid of Prostate Cancer.


During the month of November men are encouraged to gain sponsorship for growing a moustache. This helps by not only raising money for an extremely worthwhile cause but also helps in raising awareness of Cancers that can affect the male population. Cancer is not selective and can effect the lives of anyone, anywhere. We think it's about time we showed Cancer who's the boss around here.



The dashing debonair Charlie 'Crumb Catcher' O'Marley




The ruggedly handsome Thomas 'The Tache' O'Toole





Who said ladycats can't grow a Mo?
Lola 'Fuzzy Bug' Fannola




The simply silly 'Soup Strainer' Shen








Thomas 'The Tache' O'Toole, Charlie 'Crumb Catcher' O'Marley, Lola 'Fuzzy Bug' Fannola and 'Soup Strainer' Shen x

Saturday, 13 November 2010

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori


Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs.
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep.
Many had lost their boots but limped on, blood-shod.
All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue
Deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.


Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And floundering like a man in fire or lime
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.


If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; I
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori.


Wilfred Owen 1893 - 1918



Dedicated to all those who have fought and lost their lives for their country in wars past and present.



Thomas O'Toole, Charlie O'Marley and Lola Fannola x

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Tattle-Tail Tuesday!


I'm here to tattle-tell you that The Mum couldn't think of anything to blog about this morning and that displeases me greatly. Look! I'm displeased.

The Mum better start coming up with some good blogging ideas or I'm afraid we're just going to have the let her go.



Charlie O'Marley x

Monday, 8 November 2010

Mancat Monday Meetings


Being that there are two, very handsome if we do say so ourselves, Mancats about this house we sometimes have to have meetings. It's always good to make sure you're both caterwauling from the same song sheet as it were.

Trouble is these meetings can be sooooo boring!


What's the first item of business on the agenda?



*Zzzzzzzzzz*




Thomas O'Toole and Charlie O'Marley x

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