Reg Writes
4. Rollin, Rollin, Rollin
Ah, the last of the summer. September and early October are lovely months. The weather is still warm, but not too hot. The leaves are falling and are just purrrrrrfect to roll in. And, my owner, Clive, is almost always at home in these months. He says he’s busy working but all I see him do is stare at his big white box with the pictures on it and moan about something called deadlines or tax returns.
Anyway, what was I talking about? I know, rollies. I love rolling on the ground to scratch my back. When the leaves aren’t around in the garden, my fave place by far for a spot of rollies is the patio. The ground is just rough enough to get at those itches through my fur…but not too rough, I’m a delicate kinda cat, a real pedigree puss. No, don’t laugh. My fame is spreading far and wide, you know. I even got a letter from a Japanese schoolchild with a picture of me. Trouble is I don't have a Cat Scanner, so will have to rely on that pesky owner of mine to put it on the web sometime soon.
See ya
Q: What does a tabby brush his coat with?
A: A catacomb!