No cat on earth can have missed what's going on lately - explosions, bangs, colourful lights in the sky. Unlike some creatures, like Prince that old poodle who passes by, or the lately lamented Olivio, I am not afraid!
It's true that I have been sitting inside a little more often lately - still recovering from my cosmetic dental surgery - but I have taken to looking out of the window at some of these exploding lights. I may find one of my own, strap myself and Aslan onto it, fly high into the sky, the rockets propelling us into the stars, our tails entwined in a windy plait, our paws lightly encircled by a warming glove, and...to the moon we would fly. Cue music: Walking In The Air, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo dah, la la la la la laaaah... (I am secretly very musical.)
And we'd be leaving that cheeky, single mother minx safely back on terra firma. See how she'd like that, her and her new boyfriend Birt, and his shocking, chavvy bell on his collar.
Must dash, have found a slither of ham. Save for the journey? Eat it now? Save for the journey? Eat it now...?
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