Here we are again – happy as can be, all good friends and jolly good company! Who said that? No one else here, it must have been me. Yes, everything is getting back to normal, and surprisingly we all appear to be getting along OK. The pretty one returned last Friday, to a warm welcome. I made sure that Tabby, Ginger Tail as well as my good self were all in attendance when she arrived. I thought it would stand us in good stead, and sure enough she insisted on giving us some prawns as a treat. The only downside, was the grovelling performance of my poncy brother – he was all over her like a rash. I’m sure he got an extra prawn – I hate him, I really do!
The inspection of the premises passed off without any major hitches. The bodged attempts at the housework by the one I don’t trust just before she returned appears to have passed muster. I decided against messing the place up while he fetched her - it would probably have had a negative effect on the welcome home prawns.After the trauma of the last fortnight with the one I don’t trust in sole charge things are now much more relaxed. So relaxed, I had the best nights sleep in a long while. I slept like a log – woke up in the fireplace! Ho Ho Ho.. just one of my little jokes. That reminds me of a story Great Uncle Porky once told me. Apparently he was dragged off to see the bloke who sticks needles in us once a year, and while he was there he told the chap that he hadn’t slept for days. “I’ll give you something to help you sleep at night” he said. Uncle Porky clawed him for not paying attention – he had no trouble with nights, they were fine – it was the days when he couldn’t sleep. Uncle Porky was an exceptionally lazy cat. He had many other admirable qualities as well.Well that’s my lot for today. I'm off back to bed. It's good to have the pretty one back. At least she will ensure that we are kept in the manner to which we have become accustomed. I'm sure she is happy to see us, but I'm not so sure about him though. She certainly hasn't missed his childish sense of humour. They were sitting watching telly last night, when he said, "I think Bert wants to go out." "How do you know" she asked. "He's put his hat and coat on, what do you think?" he replied, in fits of hysterical laughter. It's a good job he laughs at his own jokes - no one else round here does. What a Life! AlbertThe(soporific)Cat.
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