I am a so very 'now'.

Have decided to offer some solidarity to our Polish friends in London and the Polish influence in our home. From time to time, I shall be Sashinska - Sash-eens-car, and Olive will be Olivka - Ol-eeve-car. And as it's too hot to do very much, I shall sign out. Just to say it's a been a lean day on the food front but I did get a sip of milk from her cereal bowl. Had to sniff Olivka's tail to get her to move her skinny little frame in order that I could position myself beside the dish.

Yup, she's back and looking old.

Olive my flatmate thing, has returned from the vets. She appears to be in one piece, but frankly at her age I can never tell. She's lying in the sun on the balcony whilst I keep my eye on the action in the garden. Two squirrels were spotted earlier post my little snack of mystery meat. I told them I wanted something nice but why they had to give me some old scrag end of a Polish mystery meat affair, i don't know. Anyway, I ate it. Not sure I'm too partial to garlic, made me burp, but it was so much better than the usual 'Whiskas Oh So Fishy'. And you know I appreciate a little fish, and can tell the 'oh soooo' part of it because they eat it all the time and give me none of it.

The 'other one' is away this evening and I sense perhaps, just maybe, I might be able to lie all night on their bed. Lord knows I spend enough time on the end of it to make it mine.

She told me she went for something called a 'job interview' today. And that whilst in a park sipping coffee, she spoke to an unknown man sitting on a bench. Turned out he worked for the MOD and she told him it must be a safe business, rather like the funeral business - always customers. But I can't work out why she wasn't inspecting the pigeons or snack opportunties whilst in that park. Humans, who's 'ave 'em? but someone has to pay my bills. And I'm not cheap.

She's going to the vet

Good news my readers, the weekend brought dry feet and my chair is now free of alien objects. The tatty old cushion at the back remains, but I quite like leaning against it, particularly useful when cleaning my legs.

Now, a little digest of my diet of late: Saturday good, two bite-sized nibbles of pork fillet; biscuit bowl full; Sunday evening, miniscule piece of cheese; unidentified crumb on carpet; Monday, passing small spider which I spat out.

I overheard a phone call and she is going to the vet. She has this skin problem, hair loss and whatnot, so they're taking her to the vet. Frankly, I'd be worried if I were her. She's of a certain age, she's lost several teeth, and is frankly too thin for my liking.

Well, time to sit on my table now. It affords me a wonderful view of the garden and is perhaps a little safer than leaning over the gutter to keep an eye on things. It's a task I feel falls to me, I doubt she can even see further than the railings. And that evil black and white thing with the cross eyes has been in the garden AGAIN. Last seen yesterday evening. I stared at her but before my evil stare could work, they opened the door and I decided to nip inside.

But wait, hold on, what's that? An invisible creature on the carpet. I must chase it, roll around and wave my frighteningly bushy tail. Be afraid small insect, be very afraid!

My Chair is unavailable

I have had a particularly tiring night and am unable to recline in my usual Conran cushioned armchair. The reason? They've been moving their furniture to allow for some sort of cleaning activity, resulting in my feet getting rather damp as I walk around. The thing covering my chair looks dangerous and heavy, so I won't risk it. Olive or whatever they keep calling her, claims it's all perfectly normal and I should jump onto the chair all the same, but even I can see that'd be risky, my larger and fuller figure does not take well to squeezing into small spaces.

Have decided that the best thing is probably to snack a little - the biscuit bowl appears to have been replenished - and then perhaps a lie down on their bed again. I shall return.