Reg Writes
11. Snow Business (Part 1)
Guten Tag, (that’s German you know for good day) girls and boys, Reg the wonder cat here. Work has begun on my film on location in Clive’s garden (the picture shows me making the treacherous trek round the frozen pond) so I thought I’d tell you a little about the real life tail, sorry, tale, it is based on. Then, I’m taking a well-earned nap.
It all started two winters ago when Clive, my dimwitted owner, was away for the weekend. A nice young lady came in to look after me and, AHA, left the cat flap open when she left. I waited for her to go and then nipped out. After a good roam round the wintry garden, I came back to sleep on Clive’s bed at night like always. What did I discover? The cat flap wouldn’t budge – it was iced shut!
I’m a delicate house cat. I’m not designed for the outdoors so I had a big hissy-fit I can tell you. Fortunately, I did find a big pile of fallen leaves to nestle in for the night. My thick winter fur coat protected me from the cold, but the next morning was quite a surprise. I’d never seen lots of snow before and it was so deep it tickled and froze my tummy as I walked along. The cat flap was still iced shut so I had to look around for help.
Two hours later and let me tell you, I was one sour puss. I had ice-cold sore paws from roaming though a row of gardens with no luck. I was trudging back to my cat flap. Maybe, the winter sun had defrosted it, I thought, when my super cat senses smelt something very….and I do mean very, very wrong…
Cut!
Don’t want to give away the ending to my story straight away. Will tell you the rest of it next time.
Until then, wrap up warm
Reg 
Q: What side of the cat has the most fur?
A: The OUT-side (groan)!