I can’t believe my luck. Now Katty is giving us treats in the morning as well as at night. She says something about advent? Whatever that is I don’t know but if it means we’re getting more food it has to be good. I kind of remember the same thing happening last year but then it stopped – after a day of pigging out. This advent thing has a bad side though. It's so windy. I hate the wind. My fur and whiskas start blowing and I lose myself. Humans don't like it either. I hear them cursing as they walk down the street and I think if you don't like the weather stay in all day like me. Though humans are a bit like blind newly-born kittens when it comes to common sense so I feel sorry for them really more than anything.
All week I’ve not been up to much except posing for our Christmas photos. Every Christmas you see Katty takes a photo of me and Scooby and sends it to all our friends. She also takes us one on our birthday with our cake. It’s quite exhausting you know all this being handsome. After my trauma my face is more or less back to normal and the humans have stopped fussing over it – but they do keep telling me I am as gorgeous as ever. I knew that even when I was a kitten however I still love people saying so. And to put my mind at rest can anyone explain to me what a cattery is? I’ve heard that word so many times over the last few days spoken by mum and dad after saying Scooby and my name but I don’t know what it is or whether it is good or bad. Shall I purr or growl? I just don’t know.
