I was lying on the bed next to Gabion when our human came into the bedroom with a load of books from the charity shop and found a space for them in her wardrobe. Gabion tapped me on the ear with his snow paw, disturbing my afternoon snooze, and whispered "Looks like someone is trying to educate herself. Bit late in life if you ask me!"
A small pile of DVD's also appeared. Gabion rolled his eyes and muttered that the TV must be on the blink again!
Later that day Gabion and I strolled into the bedroom to find several boxes of our fave cat food sachets under the bed. Cat kibbles too. Delish, we both licked our whiskers! Gabes knowledgeably informed me that Christmas take - two was about to take place.
Anti-bacterial wipes, bleach, laundry liquid, bleach hand soap and sanitiser have also appeared. Gabion knowingly advised me that spring cleaning at Tom Cat Towers was about to start, and looking at the bottles, a very deep spring clean seemed like it was on the cards.
Pasta, rice, and various sauces were put away in the kitchen cupboards. Gabion told me that it looked like our human was, at last, becoming very organised, instead of flying down the shops last thing in the evening for a 'quick grab' at what was left.
Gin, a couple of bottles of human cat nip, red wine and some nibbles including choccy and pork scratchings have helped pad out the human's treat cupboard. Gabion's answer to that? Clearly the human was planning another Christmas party.
My medicines have been renewed, my eye drops, and L-lysine are now nesting in the feline first-aid box. Gabion said it was because I am so very loved that Exec P.A. is making sure we don't run out.
Exec P.A. has fished out some bubble baths from her 'secret stash’ and plonked them in the bathroom. Gabion states that personal hygiene is clearly being upgraded. Goodness knows where he gets that one from as human has a bath every night and has lots of posh bubbly stuff from the ships she goes on.
But then Gabion thinks knows everything. In fact, he's a right little know it all!
We keep hearing the humans talking about Covid-19, a new word that keep coming on TV and over the radio. Gabion reliably says it must be a new nightclub or restaurant.
Me. What do I think? I don't know, but I do know that I don't think Gabes knows what he's talking about as usual.
I have a sneaky suspicion that something is on the way and it's not Christmas. Whilst my human has bought some bits and bobs, she isn't panic buying or stockpiling food. It looks like she's gently planning for something, possibly a holiday spent here at Tom Cat Towers? But it's definitely not Christmas.
It looks like Exec P.A. is putting her house in order in case the drawbridge here at Tom Cat Towers has to be pulled up and fastened tight shut for a week or two.
I'll keep you in the loop and let you know when I have more info.
Lord Reggie
Tom Cat Towers.