We hope to attract regular Readers, Commenters, and even Followers, although, unlike human bloggers, our self-esteem is robust enough without them. We will blog for blogging’s sake. Like Art, only better.
This is me; I’m the eldest, and, though I say it myself, the most sensible. I also have the longest whiskers by miles.
I like to spend a lot of time with the human, Rachel. Mrs Danvers the housekeeper, the boys call her, but I think it’s rather disrespectful. She’s not strict with me at all; there’s no need, because I’m quiet and have grown out of scratching the sofa. She keeps a chair next to hers at her desk just for me. I’m her Muse. Not that I can see one with my grace and elegant whiskers amongst this lot. Thumping great girls, by the look of them.
I have had a Tragic Life, and was rescued by a kind charity and sent to live here. I was half-starved when I was rescued, and Rachel worries that I’m still too thin. But would you want to be chubby and have to wear a heavy fur coat all the time? I am slender, that’s all, and very regal. Sometimes Rachel calls me Queen Lottie. Thankfully, I don’t have to be seen wearing a mad hat like this one:
I shall stop here. The typist tells me it’s taken a long time to set this blog up, that Blogger is being temperamental, and that she has worked beyond her allotted hours. No stamina, it seems. Tomorrow is Millie’s turn to write.
And therefore, my people, it is with great pleasure that I now declare this blog Open…….