Author: Binky

Interrupting the chronological flow of earlier cat tales, Binky reports on an occasionally traumatic, but mostly exciting, festive season… My home seems to have changed quite radically lately, and things still aren’t quite back to normal. There’s still that big inedible plant in one of my rooms, although I’ve done a pretty good job of…

The story so far: Everyone’s favourite black-and-white cat has found a home where people call him by his true name, Binky Mackenzie… I was left in a house with two hoomins, one male and one female, I think, but it’s hard to tell with their removable, multi-coloured fur. I spent some time at first under…

I would like to “exploit fluid inertia to defeat gravity and pull liquid into [my] mouth”. Milk would be an ideal liquid to test out this important, but disgracefully neglected, area of research.

The story so far: Our feline hero has been rescued from the mean streets of Beckenham, but is distinctly miffed with the number of cats he has to share a house with… While in the house of many cats, I adopted the name Frankie, in order to project a tough, don’t-mess-with-this-cat, image. As a little…

I like to keep my hoomins on their toes, by pretending that my taste in cat food changes on a weekly basis. I’m always ready for a cat treat though; but, sadly, sometimes I get fobbed off with sub-standard fare. Here, I review 3 popular treats. Dreamies These are not dreamy. Not at all stinky,…

Sometimes my hoomins pretend that they don’t have time to stroke me, because they’re busy doing important hoomin things. I do not believe this to be the case.

Every now and then I get shut in a box (which I must add to my list of things that Binky does not like), then get wobbled around for a while, then when I get out my house has changed layout completely, and often smells different. I do not really understand why the hoomins I…