Reg Writes
3. Feline Groovy
Cor, owners, eh?
Just as you get some fame on the internet and hope to make your fortune in cat food commercials, your owner heads off to Australia and you get locked in. I cannot reach the phone and it keeps on ringing - it's bound to be my agent with a new adverts deal for Meaty Chunks or some other brand.
My owner's called Clive and I guess he could be worse. He has been busy what with his scribblings and doing something called updating his web content and fiddling with his html. I have no idea what that means, cos we had no computers at Cat School. But what I do know is that I've missed out on a few strokes and lappies and I'm not happy about it.
Mind you, things are a lot better than last winter when I was locked out and walked across an icy pond. But they're not as good as when I discovered Catnip at Christmas or when I found that choc chip ice cream cornets were really delicious to lick. I'll tell you more about these and other things that have happened to me very soon.
Clive wants to put a video up of me eating his ice cream cone but I'm playing it cool and told him we'll discuss it when he gets back from Australia. Fritz, the ginger cat from next door reckons I should hold out on the video deal. He reckons I should negotiate at least three tummy tickles. We'll see.
Be Good.
Q: What do you call a cat with eight legs?
A: An octopuss!