Welcome 2016 - Plushiland Finds New Home

After many months of Exile (storage boxes), Plushiland has finally found a new home. We are now living in somewhat reduced circumstances compared to before, but we make the best of it. Before we were allowed into Plushiland we had to experience the indignity of being vacuumed to remove any storage dust.

Waiting for the Vacuum Cleaner

Speaking of Indignity for Plushis. See how some Disneys have been treated in London, Brit-Plush.

Indignity in London, Mostly Mickey Mouse, who I really do not like!

During the year some of us were able to travel. Piep Mouse and Nooshie travelled to the United States. This was one of those trips that, I, Ratti von Plush did not go on. I do not travel with Nooshie as he is far too anti-Plush (social). I am hoping to travel to the USA later this year to meet some local PLushis.

Piep Mouse and Nooshie in USA

Around the Royal Birthday Month, November we travelled to the seaside, to get away from the hectic affairs of Plushiland. The weather was not great and the venue was a bit boring. But if you have to depend on The HUMANS to make the travel arrangements, this is what happens.

King Drooley, Eccles, Chichi, Edna, Ratti and Tollie at the Seaside.

We are really hoping in 2016 to keep the number of new Plushis down but there seems to be a constant stream into Plushiland. At least we have a large balcony from which we can look down on the HUMANS.

Ratti and Edna on their Balcony

Let me take this opportunity to wish all Plushis in the HUMAN world a wonderful 2016. Hoping that your HUMANS treat you well.


Ratti Von Plush,
King of the Forest,

Ratti wearing the Crown of Pink Champagne

Great Liberal,

PLUSHI Resources Director,

Keeper of the FLUFF,

DIAMOND Collector,

King of Salford,
Lord Protector of Plushiland,
Pontifex Maximus of the Great Plushi in the Sky,
Lord President of the Privy Council of Plushiland,
Grand Vizier (AY AY AY).

Office of the King,
Plushi Towers,
Plushiland,

Colonia Claudia Ara Agrippinensium

Please take look at the website of Appalachian Bear Rescue  to see the amazing work they undertake to save orphaned baby bears.

Photo. Bobby Bear Appalachian Bear Rescue

Read Bobby's story here.

The Prince Georges Start School

Prince Georges start School. Head Mistress Margi von Plush (Bunny) assisted by Astrid Von Plush (Bear)

Here in Plushiland our Prince Georges have started attending Margi’s Finishing School for Plushis. It is the same school that King Drooley and Count Eccles attended. I also went to Margi’s Finishing School. We all got our diplomas, but I took a few blank forms just in case I need to issue some diplomas of my own. The young Prince Georges will be learning things like: How to Live off the other Plushis, Smile and receive Fluff and Diamonds and Holidaying in Fancy Places. All of this I learnt at school as well. It is also where I started my own personal relationship with DIAMONDS.

I am happy to report that the HUMANS have found out that it rains DIAMONDS on SATURN and JUPITER. I thought that they were Roman Gods, but turns out that they are “Planets”. I am now working on a new plan to fund a Plushi-Mission to these “Planets”. I will need to apply for FUNDING to the EU Parliament for this Mission. I saw on my last visit to Brussels that they give out money for just about anything.

Ratti Von Plush in Brussels

 On a trip to the “Planets” I should be able to collect get enough DIAMONDS to fund all my needs in addition to those of Plushiland.

DIAMONDS

I was looking forward to spending 31 Million Plushi-Dollars on a suitable home for me [Ratti Palace]

Ideas for my Ratti Palace

like that Bishop in Germany, Teabag or Tea Pot Von Else, or Somebody Von Else’s Money.

Anyway, King Drooley said I could not spend that sort of money, which makes getting the DIAMONDS from the “PLANETS” my only option.

Dear HUMANS none of you have submitted a Flag for the Design a Flag for Plushiland Appeal. So thanks for the lack of response.... There is one or two of you who I expected would sent me something, but I am very disappointed. And none of you want to be my FRIEND on FACEBOOK either. Of course this means the new Flag for Plushiland will be designed by me. So expect the Flag to be My IMAGE with DIAMONDS on a Gold background. No, I won’t be able to get away with that, there will be too many complaints from the BEARS, BUNNIES and DISNEYS of Plushiland. King Drooley will say the Flag must be inclusive.

Speaking of inclusive, as our Badger Asylum Seekers obviously cannot return to the Killing Fields of England they have now been granted full Citizenship of Plushiland. So from Asylum Seeker to Citizen in 6 weeks, your Right Wing Politicians would be livid.

King Drooley presents Badgers with Plushiland Citizenship. Ratti and Edna also attended.

Close-up of New Citizens

Plushiland Citizen Cards

So the number of PLushis living in PLushiland continues to increase. A few small Plushis popped up in Plushiland yesterday, after being asleep in storage for more than 3 years. They are: Mini-Poo, Mini-Koala and Bun-Tin, with his Fluff Carrot (Yum Yum) and Tin.

Mini-Poo, Mini-Koala and Bun-Tin

I think I might have to Nationalise (Rattise) his Tin for my personal use. Now that my plans to build the Ratti Palace have been put on hold, I will have to find somewhere else to store my DIAMONDS and other TREASURES.

If I cannot have a Palace I have decided to give myself another Title, that of Lord Protector of Plushiland. [This is a historical reference to Oliver Cromwell , what an UGLY looking HUMAN, who got rid of King Charles I of England and for once it was the King’s head that rolled. That was a serious case of De-Fluffing, if ever there was one. King Drooley of Plushiland has nothing to fear from me, as I am appointed by his pleasure, with his Seal [which I hold for safe keeping, not wanting to burden the King with looking after the High Seal of Plushiland].

Ratti Von Plush

Lord Protector of Plushiland,
Pontifex Maximus of the Great Plushi in the Sky,
Lord President of the Privy Council of Plushiland,
Grand Vizier (AY AY AY),
Office of the King,
Plushi Towers,
Plushiland.

Heat Wave

Since our return from Brussels the PLushis have been suffering terribly beacuse of this heat wave. You HUMANS have it so each you can take off your clothes. We are covered in PLUSH and FIlled with Fluff and some even have pellets inside them. Think of us while you are gannetting down ice-cream and cold drinks. All we can do is still very still and hope that someone closes the curtains or turns on a fan. We had hoped for rain this weekend, but nothing came. Of course we do not like to get wet, as our fur gets messed up and our insides go funny. Here is PLushiland, we get washed far too often by the HUMAN. One word for it INDIGNITY!!!! WE PLUSHIs demand respect and freedom from washing machines.

Here are Tollie and Edna trying to keep cool. I have already posted these pictures on facebook, but there are very cute, even for them.

Finally, I forgot to post a picture of the European Chicken, I met on my travels to Brusells. So in order to maintain good diplomatic with the EU, I am now posting the picture.

European Chicken, and not a Lame Duck

My portrait will now appear on all my posts.

Royal Brussels Trip - Diplomatic Briefing

In my last post I said we were on a Royal Visit to Brussels. We had so many appointments that I did not have time to post anything. So I will provide you with an update, as I am sure you would all like to know how it went. I have published some photos on my facebook page. SO GO AND LOOK!!!

The trip was okay, unfortunately I did not travel alone, Edna was not carsick for a change and did not use the car as a sandbox. She is not a good traveller, so we had to stop off for her to go to the FLuff-WC.

On Day two of my visit we went to the seaside. We took a local with us, our host, Blue-sie Bee. But he did not really know what was happening and complained about getting his PLush wet and the hot sun. A real cry-bee if you ask me. Anyway we were staying at his house so we had to be nice. grr grr

 Once we got to the seaside. We had out photo shoot. But all the others wanted to be in my photos and worse they wanted their own photos. I insisted on having some private photos taken. The photographer agreed after I threatened to have him de-Flufed.
Here you see Count Eccles (Orange Ribbon), King Drooley (blue T-shirt), Blue-sie Bee, Right Hon. Tollie(Brown Otter), Lady Edna (Roo with Blue jumper) and ME (Might Ratti Von Plush), sitting on our travel bag.

 Here is one of my private photos. See how the yellow matches my new green ribbon of office. Across the see you can get to Engl-Plush. Famous for it Bankkers, and other fatcats.

After the photoshoot we had to spend several hours in the boot of the car. It was very hot in our travel bag. But all Plushis go to sleep immediately it is dark. Edna kept poking here tail in my eye. And the silly Bee kept complaining. On the trip back, the idiot humans did not let us sit in the car again. wE HAD  to stay in the boot/truck for the retunr trip to Brusels. Off with their HEAds!!!

oF YES we did have FLuff-Falafels in Pita before we were locked in the car. I am sure those fluffies working at the shop had dirty paws because, Edna got car sick on the way back as well. The again she is nearly always sick in the car. SO all in all not the best day out for me.

 Photo of my new official robes of state, as have been published on my facebook page. Notice how Edna and Tollie are trying to get in on the action. I had to fire the photographer after all. He was rather dumn even for a Teddy Bear.

Imagine my surprise and disgust when I woke after the horrible trip to find that there was a new member of Plushi-Land. This is in spite of my edict against additional immigrants. What really worries me is that he is sooo Cute. I really hate the competition. I will have to dream up some assignment for him in some dark corner of Plushi-Towers. Maybe the basement where he is never seen again. ha ha ha. His name is Carre Four Von Plush and he only speaks Franco-Fluff. And rattles on about Common Agricultural Policy, or something like that. He has a number of friends here, being a Disney. His Cousin Chou-Chou, who has been around here for years, has always irritated my FLuFF (my insides). He has always been a burr in my FLuFF.

 After a days rest I had my official meeting at the European Parliament on Fluffday (Friday). Just to remind you dear reader I am only 10 years old, and spelling is not my thing.


Me waiting for the EU Representative, who was late by the way. Notice how I am being carried on hands by the Humans. They know their place. By the way I do know the difference between their and there, were and where. But do you???? Hey hEY?

See I am wearing my Green Ribbon of office. I did not tell the rest of my travel companions about my meeting. Only Edna, and she was not allowed to come. The carry bag was too small. besides she needed to rest after the night before. SHe had still not recovered form all the FLush-Beer and VOdka Red-Fluff-bulls she had had the previous night out. Meeting the wild Plushies of Brussels.


Me at the Window, looking down on the peasants. Also known as Humans.

 Me walking up the stairs to the meeting.

 Me waiting to speak to the delegates in the EU Parliament.

Talking my place as Representative of Plushi-Land in the European Parliment. Had to have a Fluff-poo on Nigel Farage's desk. ha ha . Down with Euro-Plush Sceptics!!!

Sitting on the CHairman's seat. Addressing the Chamber. Having a well earned lunch at the European Parliament Canteen.

 All this is mine, mine, mine!

I asked the Euro-Plush Parlaiament for money. Here me and the shredded pre-Euro currency. But Seems there is no money for East Plushiland after all. Seems everything has gone to the Brit-Plush rebate and the new PLushi's from Croat-FLuff. At least I got my lunch for free.

This concludes my Diplomatic Briefing of my trip to the Euro-Plush Parliament.

On My Summer Holiday

I will be visiting Bruss-Fluff this week for my summer Holidays. It is royal visit as I am representing Plushiland at The Royal happening here In human Brussels. King Drooley, Count Eccles, The Lady Edna and The Right Hon. Tollie

Honourable Tollie all used the Royal coach to be in Brussels for the royal festivities.       :-) I am also hoping to get some much needed funding from the European Union of Plush. But with the English-plushies always wanting their money back not sure if anythinf left for the underdeveloped parts of East Plushiland. All the Fluff-Euros are going to pay those fat cat British bankers. hate them..... must dash got to buy Fluff chocolate for the peasants back in Plushiland. not freedom from the NSA. but given them chocolate. at least I am better than dear old, M-Antoinnet, the old Austrian Bat. she offered Cake but gave none. So it was off with her head and now we still have problems with the plushi peasants. I am giving chocolate and circuses. just like The old Roman Emperors. well they gave moulding bread and rotten grain. My Flyff chocolate always calms the masses. messes