She’s been fixing pens all day. I helped for a while. I knocked a Parker clip off the bench and chased it around the floor until I lost it. She didn’t seem particularly amused by that but I thought it was good fun.
Fixing pens is all very well but my dishes were empty. No cat food, no chicken!
Now I’m being told off for nose prints on the window. How can a person keep an eye on that miserable spaniel next door without getting nose prints on the window, I ask you?
It’s a hard life, being Deb’s cat.
4 thoughts on “It’s A Cat’s Life.”
You must remember that ‘The cat is mightier than the Pen’, even in Deb’s Den.
I’m afraid you’re right!
Deb’s Cat? I think there may be a misconception there!
You’re so right. We’re just cat butlers.