They've done it again. They left me on my own. Three days without television. Three days without being able to sneak out the back door and snack on rose petals, bean leaves, parsley and mint. Even worse they went to visit my pen friend Half-a-tail Mimi without my permission. I'd have gone with them if they'd said, I could have sunned myself on Paris Plage or taken a boat trip.
They do a good salad in Paris, Mimi would have eaten the olives for me. I tried to explain to her once about catmint being the thing for cats but between you and me I think she needs to join her local branch of Olives Anonymous. As you know I'm in complete control of temptation apart from dandelion leaves, rocket, valerian and other bits and pieces that might accidentally get in my way at ground level but Mimi climbs on tables to steal olives and leaves them all over the floor so poor Sheila treads on them the next morning. Anyway Mimi let me down pretty badly by cuddling my Primary Care Person. In my book thats a pretty low trick but typically feline. Crafty things, cats. And she's a girl
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So I'm thinking of crossing her off my Christmas card list and sticking to George, William, Smudge and Lennie.
On your own you say, Harve. I heard you did lots of entertaining and even persuaded Pauline- the-Postie to give you banana. Shame on you!
