Here's what's happenned to me lately:
1. Got stuck on the neighbour' windowsill after a terrifying incident when I couldn't quite get my balance. Was saved.
2. She, The Imposter (Sheep in Lamb's Clothing) has taken to sitting on my armchair and MY cushion.
3. I was bundled into the Basket of Death and taken to vets. Had hideous injection AND have some tooth problem - they threaten extraction. I may run away before that happens.
4. Food rations going well - fresh chicken, Whiskas, those round biscuits which pass as an excuse for food, sausage and ham. I am practising holding my breath to look thinner and therby extract further food.
5. Have clipped that minx round the ears a few times and have regained my bed position. She gets shut out. I try not to laugh between having a long, luxurious clean, my head stroked, the warmth of a friendly pair of feet, the joy of my own space, the smell of fresh laundry....
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