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.
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!”
Wet, chilly, miserable. This is summer?
The supervisors agreed. “You may go” they said. “We will work on our sleep patterns.”