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!