**BRAND NEW POST** MONDAY'S IN MEWTON-CLAWSON ~ EPISODE 2 ~ MEET THE LOCALS ~ HOT GOSSIP FROM THE QUARTER MOON PUBLIC HOUSE WITH HAMISH MCCLAW

Stay Fluffy and utterly epic as mew explore BBHQ adventures, Mewton‑Clawson’s cosy village charm, and all the cat‑tastic gossip from Wing Commander Basil & The B Team.

Happy Monday, epic furiends 

Welcome to Epsisode 2 of brand‑new feature, where we take mew outside the gates of BBHQ and into the heart of Mewton‑Clawson to meet the locals, explore the village, and share all the gossip that’s far too juicy for the Midweek News! MOL

Last time, mew met Hissy Furrton at the Nip & Nom Tea Shoppe ~ queen of cake, connoisseur of catnip brownies, and unofficial inspector of cherry slices, plus hot gossip aficionado.

This week, we’re heading somewhere a little louder, a little livelier, and a lot more chaotic…

A Map of Mewton-Clawson

Obviously, we've had to change a few things to remain anonymous in the English countryside, but mew get the picture! 

Yeah, we don't want an ambush if we can help it! MOL 

Today we're introducing mew to Hamish McClaw; he runs The Quarter Moon pub on Main Street just forty yards from the BBHQ gates, which is awfully convenient - especially on Fish & Chip Night! MOL

Some of mew may remember last year’s Annual Mewton‑Clawson Zombie Hunt, during which we saved the pub from being overrun by the undead. Hamish was so grateful, as he'd run out of ammo (FYI: he was only a spectator that night), he gave us a reduced bar tab for an entire month, though Amber still insists it should’ve been two! MOL

Hamish is the proud owner and landlord of The Quarter Moon, the beating heart of village life, gossip, and occasional chaos. He’s an orange tabby with a booming voice, a fondness for “just a wee dram,” and a wardrobe full of tweed that could rival a Highland tailor.

The pub is supurr popular with the locals. And if mew ever wander down Main Street on a Friday night, mew'll find locals swapping gossip, raising a tankard, enjoying a wee dram, or trying to survive Amber's latest cocktail experiment while Thriftee Manx gives her the death‑glare from behind the bar.

So this week, Smooch asked Hamish to tell us more about what he loves about The Quarter Moon, and trust us, his answer is every bit as colourful as mew’d expect.

MEET HAMISH McClaw ~ LANDLORD, FORMER BRIGADIER, FULL‑TIME WILD CARD

Hamish, a rugged Scottish cat with a tankard of “Brigadier’s Brew.” His whiskers are fierce, his stance commanding, and his expression says: “I’ve seen things, laddie.”

He served as a brigadier in the Royal Feline Regiment before retiring early to run The Quarter Moon Pub with military precision and a wee dram of whisskee. He’s loud, proud, unpredictable, and the only cat who can silence a room with a single whisker twitch.

He hosts:

Pie & Mash Night (Monday)

Cribbage or Dominoes Night (Tuesday)

Fish & Chip Night (Wednesday)

Poker Night (Thursday)

Karaoke Night (Friday)

Caturday Live Music ~ last week’s 80s revival band + hog roast + fairy lights in the garden at the back of the pub was legendary!

Take it Easy Night* (Sunday)

And yes, the B Team attends all of them, not every week, but we're there! MOL

The regular pub menu is epic, plus for those in the village, we can pick up the food for takeaway; yep, it is furbulous. (But more about that in Epsiode 3 when we meet the chef.)

*Early closing, although Amber believes the pub can stay open as long as she's having a good time!

Which night would mew attend first?

Hamish’s Favourite Place: The Quarter Moon Pub

This week, Smooch asked Hamish to tell us all about his favourite place in the village, and without a flicker of hesitation, his answer was The Quarter Moon Pub, and as landlord, of course it is.

Well now, I enjoy a quiet stroll past the standing stones and a nip of sherry at the Nip & Nom (yes, they have a beer license too) when the weather’s fine. Happy Hour that starts at 4 pm, but there’s something rather special about The Quarter Moon.

Firstly, the whisskee.

There’s no finer dram in all of Mewton‑Clawson, smooth, smoky, and poured with precision. “Just a wee one.” Though my definition of wee is questionable! MOL

Secondly, the camaraderie.

Poker nights, cribbage and domino tournaments, karaoke chaos, and Caturday live music - there’s always something happening. The fairy lights twinkle, the laughter spills out into the car park, and the smell of fish and chips, or whatever delight is on the menu that night, mingles with the summer air. It’s the kind of place where everypawdy knows everypawdy, and the gossip flows faster than the ale.

But if I'm being honest, my favourite thing about The Quarter Moon isn’t the drink or the games.

It’s the atmosphere.

The pub garden is dotted with dark‑stained benches and cream umbrellas, surrounded by hanging baskets bursting with colour, reds, oranges, yellows, and whites. The stone troughs overflow with blooms, and the porch glows warmly as evening falls. There’s always a hum of chatter, a burst of laughter, and the occasional shout of “Amber, put that umbrella back!”

And because The Quarter Moon sits right in the heart of Mewton‑Clawson, everypawdy passes through sooner or later, from the B Team to the Rainbow Realm visitors, and even the odd squirrel trying to sneak a chip.

Mew can sit quietly with a pint, watch the sunset over the green, and listen to me telling tales from my brigadier days, stories of bravery, biscuits, and the time I accidentally marched an entire regiment into a tea shop in South Kensington.

Quite frankly, if mew want to know what’s happening in the district, there’s no better place to be than a bench outside The Quarter Moon with a tankard in paw and me holding court.

Though I would recommend arriving early if Amber’s on the cocktails.

They have an unfortunate tendency to disappear rather quickly… MOL!

Hamish McClaw

Hot Gossip from the QUARTER MOON WITH HAMISH MCCLAW

Where the drinks are cold, the whisskee is strong, and the secrets are stronger.

A Chat Between Smooch & Hamish ~ The Karaoke Chaos Edition

Smooch: Hamish, dude, mew look like mew’ve aged nine lives since Friday. What happened?

Hamish: Smooch, laddie… Karaoke Night was a battlefield. Amber ordered a “quadruple Catnip Spritz” then tried tae duet wi’ Snowie. Snowie sings like an angel. Amber… doesnae.

Smooch: I heard Glenda Filcher tried to do an 80s power ballad.

Hamish: Tried? She performed it. On top o’ the fruit machine. I had tae shout “GET DOON!” louder than I did in the regiment.

Smooch: And Thriftee?

Hamish: Ach, she confiscated Amber’s cocktail umbrella collection. Said they were “a hazard.”

Smooch: Sounds about right. Any other drama?

Hamish: Cyril Fuddleton announced he’s dedicatin’ his “romantic hideaway” tae Petunia Whiskerby. Petunia fainted. Mildred Snicklet blamed the hog roast. Trevor Whimbleton claimed he saw a ghost in the beer garden... turned oot it was Posie materialisin’ from the Rainbow Realm.

Smooch: Classic Posie.

Hamish: And then… then the fairy lights shorted oot because Amber spilt her drink. Again.

Smooch: Every week, Hamish. Every week.

Hamish: Aye. But that’s Mewton‑Clawson, laddie. Chaos, conga lines, cocktails, and cats. Wouldnae change it for the world.

✨ HAMISH’S QUOTE OF THE DAY ✨

“Laddie, in Mewton‑Clawson the whisskee is warm, the music is loud, and the gossip travels faster than a runaway conga line.”

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Hamish says if mew're ever passing through Main Street, pop into The Quarter Moon. The first tale is free... the second one costs mew a pint! MOL

Well, that's us done for today. We do hope mew enjoyed meeting Hamish, and we'll be back on Wednesday with more Midweek News, so stop by then to catch all the latest happenings at BBHQ!

Hoping mew have a furbulous day, and remember to always...

...and utterly epic!

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**BRAND NEW POST** MONDAY'S IN MEWTON-CLAWSON ~ MEET THE LOCALS ~ HOT GOSSIP FROM THE NIP AND NOM TEA SHOPPE WITH HISSY FURRTON

Stay Fluffy and utterly epic as mew explore BBHQ adventures, Mewton‑Clawson’s cosy village charm, and all the cat‑tastic gossip from Wing Commander Basil & The B Team.

Happy Monday, epic furiends 

And welcome to a brand-new week on the blog and a brand-new post just for mew.

Mew know we've been thinking about this post for quite a while, and we thought it would be supurr nice to share a little more about where we live. We know that mew know what goes on at BBHQ, but we want to take mew 'outside the gates!' MOL

And introduce mew to some of the locals, and no, I don't mean the squirrels, mew met them last week on the news. I mean actual locals.

A Map of Mewton-Clawson

Obviously, we've had to change a few things to remain anonymous in the English countryside, but mew get the picture! 

Yeah, we don't want an ambush if we can help it! MOL

Today, for instance, Amber's BFF, Hissy Furrton, and some of mew may remember her from last year in the Dear Prudence Saga - sorry, we don't have any links for that story at the moment. Amber realised the other day that there are no forward links in each post, so until she gets the library mice to fix that, there's no point in us sending mew to the first post because mew won't find the next one! MOL

As soon as that's done, we'll add a banner in the sidebar on the left for mew to go and read that adventure at your leisure.

Anyhoo, Hissy loves to visit Nip and Nom Tea Shoppe, halfway between Mewton-Clawson and Fuskerton, down the lane there. It's supurr popular with the locals, and they serve a wide range of deliciousness on their menu. Mew may remember these items if mew read Dear Prudence last year:

Lavender catnip tea ~ Epic chocolate brownies with catnip sprinkles ~ Catnip-infused cherry slices with lashings of sprinkles

So this week, Amber asked Hissy to tell us more about what she loves about Nip and Nom.

MEET HISSY FURRTON

Hissy's Favourite Place: The Nip and Nom Tea Shoppe

This week, Amber asked me to tell mew all about my favourite place in the village, and without a whisker of hesitation, my answer was the Nip and Nom Tea Shoppe.

Now, don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a visit to the library, and the Quarter Moon does serve a rather respectable nip sherry, according to those in the know, but there is something rather special about the Nip and Nom.

Firstly, the lavender catnip tea is simply divine, especially on a chilly morning when the mist is still lingering over the fields between Mewton-Clawson and Fuskerton.

Secondly, the cakes are legendary. The catnip brownies are worth crossing two villages for, and don't even get me started on the cherry slices with sprinkles. They're practically medicinal at my age! MOL

But if I'm being completely honest, my most favourite thing about the Nip and Nom isn't the tea or even the cakes.

It's the atmosphere.

The little tables outside sit beside the narrow country lane, surrounded by overflowing hanging baskets and flowers in every colour imaginable. Walkers stop for elevenses, cyclists pause for refreshments, and locals wander in and out throughout the day.

And because the tea shoppe sits between Mewton-Clawson and Fuskerton, everypawdy passes through sooner or later.

Mew can sit quietly with a lovely cuppa, admire the flowers, watch village life go by and occasionally overhear something utterly fascinating from the next table.

Not that I eavesdrop, obviously.

I simply absorb the local ambience.

Quite frankly, if mew want to know what's happening in the district, there's no better place to be than a window seat at the Nip and Nom with a pot of tea and a slice of cake.

Though I would recommend arriving early if Marjorie Tufts has supplied the brownies.

They have an unfortunate tendency to disappear rather quickly... MOL!

 Hissy Furrton

Hot Gossip from the Nip & Nom Tea Shoppe with Hissy Furrton

Where the tea is hot, the cakes are fresh, and the secrets are fresher.

A Chat Between Amber & Hissy ~ The Quarter Moon Cat‑astrophe Edition

Amber: Hissy, dahling, mew look like mew’ve been sitting on a secret all weekend. What’s happened now?

Hissy: Oh, Amber… Friday night at The Quarter Moon was historic. Glenda Filcher, yes, that Glenda, had one too many Niptinis and decided the bar was her purrsonal stage. Up she went, tail swishing like she was headlining a cabaret.

Amber: Glenda? Dancing? On the bar?

Hissy: Not just dancing, purrforming. She tried to start a conga line. Only three cats joined, and one of them was the bartender who just wanted her to get down before she broke a hip. She announced she was “reliving her glory days,” though no one can confirm she ever had any.

Amber: I’m already exhausted.

Hissy: Oh, it gets better. She told Sabel Twinge that her new fur dye “looked like wilted spinach.” Mabel nearly fainted. I had to fan her with the drinks menu.

Amber: Mew do love this chaos.

Hissy: It’s my lifeblood. But between mew and me, I also adore the quieter things, knitting little tea‑cosies, reading in your library, sampling every cake that crosses the Nip & Nom counter. I’m practically their unofficial cake inspector.

Amber: Mew’re certainly their most dedicated one.

Hissy: Speaking of dedication, Cyril Fuddleton is building a “romantic hideaway” behind his shed. Says it’s for “special company.” Everypawdy knows he’s trying to impress Petunia Whiskerby, who pretends not to notice him but blushes every time he walks past. It’s adorable. And doomed.

Amber: This village is unbelievable.

Hissy: Oh, we’re not done. Did mew hear about Mildred Snicklet’s secret stash?

Amber: No… but I sense scandal.

Hissy: She’s been hiding imported catnip biscuits from Fuskerton, the fancy ones with the sugar‑sprinkle tops, and only sharing them with cats who agree to help her spy on her neighbour’s compost heap. She’s convinced he’s hiding “contraband root vegetables.”

Amber: I can’t breathe.

Hissy: And then there’s Trevor Whimbleton, who claims he saw a ghostly cat wandering near the ancient standing stones. Turns out it was just Mrs Purrkins in her nightgown, looking for her missing slipper. He’s still shaken.

Amber: This is too much.

Hissy: Sweetie, this is Monday in Mewton‑Clawson. Between Glenda’s bar‑dancing, Cyril’s doomed romance, Mildred’s biscuit bribery, and Mrs Purrkins’ midnight wanderings, I’ll have enough gossip to fill the Nip & Nom chalkboard twice over.

Amber: Just promise me mew won’t start a conga line in the library.

Hissy: No promises. If the cake is good enough, anything can happen.

✨ HISSY’S QUOTE OF THE DAY ✨

“Sweetie, in Mewton‑Clawson the tea is hot, the cakes are sweet, and the secrets are always louder than the gossip.”

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Well, that's us done for today. We do hope mew liked our new feature, plus meeting Hissy, and we'll be back on Wednesday with more Midweek News, so stop by then to catch all the latest happenings at BBHQ!

Hoping mew have a furbulous day, and remember to always...

...and utterly epic!

Wing Commander Basil & The B Team 

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**THE PURRMINATOR** **A BRAND NEW B TEAM ADVENTURE FOR 2025** **CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR**

The Purrminator is an action-packed experience that takes mew on a journey through a world of perilous danger with oodles of excitement, though sometimes in a scary way. With depictions of spine-tingling encounters, the story draws mew in, making mew feel as though mew are right there with young Melvyn, fighting for survival as he's relentlessly hunted by the evil cyborg machines, known as Purrminators, as he tries to find his Great Uncle Basil through time and space. Oh my Cod, will he make it?

HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!

If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure, click the links below:

Chapter One    Chapter Two    Chapter Three     Chapter Four     Chapter Five

 Chapter Six     Chapter Seven     Chapter Eight      Chapter Nine     Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven      Chapter Twelve     Chapter Thirteen      Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen     Chapter Sixteen     Chapter Seventeen     Chapter Eighteen     Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty     Chapter Twenty One     Chapter Twenty Two     Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

A Rare and Cunning Plan

            Commander Basil looked at the two Maine Coons on the floor. There was no way they could be moved in the condition they were. He knew in heart that it would be fatal. He glanced down at Melvyn in his arms, who was now stirring from his collapse, and his nephew blinked weakly.

“Uncle Basil,” Melvyn gasped. “My amulet… I think the necromancers are tracking the energy.”

Taking a deep breath, Commander Basil squeezed his eyes tight shut and prayed silently to Bast for a solution. The clock was ticking; the portal was almost active for travel, and there was too much at stake. Shadow and Ice needed proper help. Melvyn was depleted and essentially helpless.

Astrid broke the heavy silence, filling the bridge. “The portal mouth is widening.”

Snapping out of his reverie, Commander Basil looked around the bridge at each cat in turn. “You’re not going to like this,” he sucked in a breath as all eyes focussed on him. Letting the breath out. “My plan is this, Bomber and Smoke with Ice and Shadow stay with me in this T.T.T.B., and I take them back to BBHQ where I have a full Med Bay.”

“What?” Viper replied. “No way!”

Bomber stood and looked at his team. “Let Commander Basil finish,” he said.

“Then Havoc, Viper, Titan and Nitro take the second T.T.T.B. with Astrid 7.0 and Dave…”

Smoke cut in. “Commander, no, please don't split us up.”

Basil sighed. “Look, I know this plan isn’t ideal.”

“You don’t say!” Titan growled.

“Zip it!” Bomber instructed. “Let the Commander finish!”

“The second T.T.T.B. with half the M Unit can be the decoy to lure whatever is tracking this amulet,” he lifted the cord over Melvyn’s neck and placed the amulet into Viper’s paw. “While I take Melvyn and the other half of the M Unit back to BBHQ, and to safety.”

“What about our safety?” Nitro asked.

“As long as you keep jumping and never let them catch up, you’ll be fine,” Basil replied. “Astrid, give Astrid 7.0 the coordinates for that secret place only you and I know about, the pocket universe. Remember, after our pirate adventure a few years ago?”

“Yes Commander, I have sent them to Astrid 7.0 with the necessary instructions,” she replied.

Bomber looked confused. “Is my squad going to be ok, because if they're not, then this is off the table?”

“Once they’ve led the necros on a merry dance around the dimensions, Astrid 7.0 will take them to the safest place in creation. They can leave the amulet in very good hands, hang out for a few weeks as they will be completely undetectable and then return to BBHQ,” he paused. “By my reckoning, early November, four or five weeks tops.”

“I don’t like the sound of this at all,” Havoc said.

“I don’t know what other choice we have. If we all return to BBHQ, we’ll just be followed,” Basil replied. “And then a portal will open there, and fluff knows what will come out of it.”

Bomber stared at his squad, then at his brother and Ice on the floor, stable, but not stable enough. He glanced at Melvyn, who was still in the commander’s arms, eyes closed and now sleeping. He rubbed his face, then grimaced. “The commander is right, it’s the only way to get Melvyn to safety, and Shadow and Ice to a med bay.”

Astrid said. “I am detecting travel through the portal. There is no time left.”

Havoc, Titan, Viper and Nitro glanced at each other. Deep down, they knew this was the only way to take the heat off and give, not only Melvyn a chance but their squad mates too.

“Five weeks tops?” Titan asked.

Commander Basil nodded with a tight smile. “When you get to the pocket universe, don’t be surprised, just be happy. You’ll be safe there. Leave the amulet when you depart, and hopefully that will delay any future necro interactions and keep Melvyn safe.”

“We can do this,” Viper conceded. “It’s for the greater good, right?”

Bomber nodded solemnly. “You are the best of the best dudes, the most fearless and bravest fighters I have ever known, and if anyone can lead those necro fluffers a merry dance around the dimensions and not get caught, it’s you guys.”

Smoke powerfully balled his paw into a fist before delivering four distinct, forceful taps to his chest. “For you, my brothers, return safely, and we will be waiting.”

Bomber took off his armoured backpack and passed it to Titan. He didn’t know why, but something deep in his soul, the very core of his being, the part of him with a knowing that even he didn’t understand, insisted that this action must happen right now, in this moment, as there wouldn’t be another chance.

Titan gripped the slimline backpack and looked at Bomber, confusion spreading over his face.

“Don’t ask me why you need to take this, just take it. I’m sure all will be revealed when the time is right.”

Titan nodded, and he, Havoc, Viper and Nitro saluted their leader, then the six standing commandos paw bumped and four ran out of the door and into the second T.T.T.B., where Astrid 7.0 and Dave were waiting. The door closed, and the T.T.T.B. instantly rippled out of existence in this realm.

Seeing the empty space on the lawn through the monitors, and then spying a horde of red-robed necros charging through the garden. Commander Basil said. “Astrid, take us home.”

**AND CUT**

Guys, OH MY COD, there are no words right now, so please excuse us while we go and get a box of tissues.

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