It was all go at our house yesterday. Annie had the day off from college and she took Chutney to the vet. (That's Chutney my sister, not the stuff they eat with cheese. There's a picture of her here.) When I'm on my own in the house I quite like it for about five minutes, as I sit on the stairs imagining what it would be like if it was all mine; then I get lonely and worry that they won't come back. But Annie returned, and she brought a cat in a box that looked a lot like my sister, but it couldn't have been because it smelled all wrong, like hospitals. So I hissed at it and scratched its face, and then ignored it. When I saw it again and had a good sniff, it turned out it was my sister after all! So I apologised and groomed her for a while.
As if that wasn't excitement enough for one day, a man came round to fix the central heating system. I followed him around the house while he fiddled with each of the radiators, and tried to tell him about my earlier adventure and how I'd failed to recognise Chutney when she came home from the vet, but he didn't seem very interested. Perhaps he just didn't understand. All in all I needed a good long sleep in the afternoon, and when I woke up it was tea-time. Fish and biscuits, my favourite!
As for the humans' dinner; it seemed to be mostly wine. They did eat some sausages and a kind of pasta-and-wheat pilaf thing, but I would estimate that two-thirds of the calories they consumed came out of the bottle. Or bottles, plural. They say they are being very good these days because they don't drink for five days of the week, but they make up for it on Friday and Saturday, let me tell you. (To be honest, we quite like it when they drink too much wine because they lie down calmly on the sofas and don't bother us.)
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