I decided to join Maid this evening. I thought I ought to grace her in the lounge with my presence and do a bit of socialising. She does appreciate it; clearly she is easily pleased.

I pushed my way through the door and into the lounge then sat on the table and tried to show some interest in what Maid was doing. Which was, in fact, just sitting and drinking red wine stuff and stuffing her face with something called ‘nibbles’. It was so brain achingly boring being in her company, but I thought I would persevere.

I nodded off.

When I woke up the Gingie-crew were also on the table and Dippi-Duck had been given a bowl of food. When I looked up my human was watching the most amazing programmeon the TV screen. There was a magnificent palace with beautiful stairways, and staff serving meals to a ginger cat which was reclining on a four poster bed. My eyes widened in recognition. This was clearly the royal palace where I should be residing in ultimate feline luxury and the ginger cat was obviously a presenter or agent extolling the virtues of the palace. He was quite a porky puss which indicates the dining there must be very fine! I cannot wait for my invitation to take up residence there.

I assume my human was vetting the property prior to my move there. I felt quite elated as I trudged back to my bedroom and jumped onto my designer duvet. Soon I will be exchanging the drudgery of Tom Cat Towers for the gracious opulence I so richly deserve, at my own luxurious Royal Palace.

I will miss Maid, but I’ll get over it, in about two nano-seconds when I am installed in my rightful home. Surely the staff at the palace where I am bound to be living soon are making arrangements for my move as I purr?

I dreamt all night of silver salvers full of deliciously delicate kibbles, exquisite dining and finely polished marble floors that will reflect my royal glory as I walk on them. Professional groomers attending to my pelt, not just the quick comb-through I get here when Maid can be bothered in the Bliss Spa.

Maid’s version!

Tonight I watched a DVD; ‘Garfield the tale of two kitties’. Madam was spread across the dining table and was watching it with some interest, which was most unusual for our air-head. Can’t possibly think what it was in the film that caught her eye.

Dogs Come when Called

"Dogs come when called. Cats take a message and get back to you."

"Of course, every cat is really the most beautiful woman in the room."

Edward Verrall Luca (essayist)

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