I’m jealous of him, because he goes out! However, he has always been an outdoor cat, whilst my brother and I really do not want to go outside… I love chasing butterflies, though. In the garden. Under supervision!

It’s a little frog!!

Whilst my brother has all manner of vocalisations that the servants haven’t been able to make rhyme or reason out of. Just inane chattering! After the operation, I have no voice left, so all you’ll get is an open mouth….

We have huge (1 acre plus) gardens and parks opposite. The old man loves going there to catch mice and rats. The servants worry because the road is a thoroughfare and is 20mph. However, during the night it never is that speed!!

We are kept indoors, but the old man isn’t… so my brother and I had to endure the inhum…, I mean infelineness of flea treatment.

I was fine!! Fine, I tell you. I just… don’t walk on the rim of the bath anymore…

Unless your a) very small, b) very stupid and c) have fluffy feet that slip and you end up in the bath…

We send our love and condolences.

They love brushing my majestic floof and giving me treats. And I get to spend time with them in the garden, too!