We all went for a walk today.
They tried to go without me – again. I had to break through the locked cat flap to follow them. I simply hooked the flap towards me, as Rachel had only locked it one way to stop me getting out, forgetting that I am the cleverest cat in the household.
We had a lovely walk. A little girl on a pony went by. I watched her with interest.
Then we got to the field at the very end of the road, and….
I couldn’t believe my eyes!
Enormous creatures with fluffy trousers! Aliens, obviously.
I looked at them.
They looked at me.
I looked at them some more.
Tricia took my photo, because I was mesmerised.
And then we all came home again. Sadly, the aliens didn’t follow us.
I loved those aliens.
It’s me, Hamish. The golden boy.
Rachel loves me.
I can see why.
Oh, all right then, Scooter. She loves you too.
Sibling rivalry. So ugly.
I rise above it.
Rachel – a woman of strange ideas at the best of times – says “No Swearing on your blog!” We say “WTF? (What’s This For?) isn’t swearing!”
Anyway, this award thing: what is it for? Does it scamper about and let us catch it? Can we eat it? Does it smell nicely of catnip? No.
Annie gave it to us.
We have to say thank you, apparently, although we can’t fathom out why. No one says thank you to us when we give them something they don’t really want, like a hairball.
Hmmmmm…..maybe Annie just wanted to be rid of it. Like we do with hairballs…..
Ah, now we understand. Thanks, Annie; we’ll save ours up for you.