Slacker—that’s the human. There haven’t been any recent posts because she’s been going out heaps. I’m not impressed being left home alone. It’s almost daylight when she bursts in, a bit wonky on her legs. I’m about to bite her ankle, when she leans over and pounds my head with her her big mitt.
‘Hap-py New Year, Smud-gee. The human takes a couple of steps and crashes to the floor. She has tripped on one of my zip-zip toys. (Humans are pretty dumb ’cause they can’t see in the dark). On all fours she finds the couch, clambers up and soon is snoozing. I thought she might have found a new mate ’cause of her disappearances, but maybe, she’s been looking for one. Good luck. Her grooming is not up-to-scratch—she’s a bit feral!
Enough about the human. Recently, I’ve had a few more toys to add to my stash – a big woolly ball, a fish filled with catnip—pure bliss—and a bouncy sheep on a stretchy string which was fun until it hit me ‘bang’, in the head and now I’m scared of it.
And the Big News… My nemesis – that smarty paws from down the road – has been sent packing with his humans, so now I have my territory back and more. Purrfect! Every morning after waking my human with a whack, ‘Get me some breakfast and open the backdoor, ‘ I’ll lounge out on the deck and survey my domain. What more could a moggie want?