I know we don’t post much these days, but please understand that we are busy cats. We have our jungle to patrol (Rachel says to tell you that it only looks like jungle from the back door, and that there are really paths in there somewhere), and the neighbours’ gardens to inspect, and no time to be sitting about in front of a computer.
We like to be outdoors best. But it’s been raining such a lot in the night, and our jungle is uncomfortably wet. We looked outside to see if the weather would improve.
Well, some of us looked. The supervisors didn’t bother; they sent us out to look for them. “Report to us!” they said. “No sloping off over the fence first!”
The supervisors are fierce, and must be obeyed. So we went out and looked.
Wet, chilly, miserable. This is summer?
Quite dismal. We came in again, to report to the supervisors, as instructed.
We told them “Not a day for playing outside; we think you would be more comfortable staying indoors.”
The supervisors agreed. “You may go” they said. “We will work on our sleep patterns.”