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.
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