Where do I start?

I am going to leave the cat register alone for a week, as some of the dastardly feline deeds arriving at me kennel are making my tail curl and my stomach rumble.
So we will move on and celebrate the demise of the lads in yellow in Auckland and help my good mate Johnny blow out his candles. It's his Gate Pa shop's 25th birthday, so as much as I like sticking to the Aussies, this is one I can understand—the only one mind you. It may have a little to do with the large bones he supplies me with.
You all must get along to see him over the next two weeks, as that's how long his birthday is going to last.
Just another little thing I would like to share with you, my little 'cuzz” Ady has been keeping the boss' apprentice on his toes
(he is good at it though, may have a little something to do with the ballet lessons he was FORCED to attend as a nipper). The one thing he hates is having to get out of bed to turn off the TV which is now necessary, since this is what she did to his remote (pictured left)…
I am not one to gloat, it is not in my nature, but any chance I can get for payback on the little girl, I will take. My tail is getting a little weary of being chewed on, and revenge is sweet, just ask an Aussie.
Alrighty, take care all. Make sure you get down to Gate Pa to take advantage of the Aussie Butcher's birthday specials and blow out Johnny's candles.
See you all next week.