Waterloo

Some kind people are digging me a toilet outside. I watch them everyday from my window checking on its progress. I tried to use it yesterday but it’s not ready yet. Some unthoughtful human being has put a cold tunnel down the middle of it (I tried to see inside but I was unable to find the entrance and it seems to small for me after I ate all those pancakes) and I'm not going in the wet that has accumulated at the bottom (I've smelt it to make sure someone hasn't got there before me but it is rain water). Lucky for me they have put signs round it for people to not step in it and a sort of barrier, so only cats can enter.. That is good because I hate being disturbed when I’m relieving myself and all too often, when you’re doing it on grass or a garden people start shouting and waving at you (I know that I’m in demand but even handsome boys like me need a few moments on their own). I have to protect it though and guard it so Scooby doesn’t find it first and christen it before me. He shouldn’t do though because there is further ones up the street (just in case you can’t wait).
It appears that, at long last, the fight for animal rights is beginning to be successful and provisions for cats, especially me, is being made in our area.

I'm dreaming of a white carpet

You won’t believe this. A white carpet has appeared all down the street and on the road. It’s really cold to stand on and to be honest it’s not that fun to look at it… it’s too er, white. Yesterday I slept most of the day because the surprise overwhelmed me. Morgan says it’s called snow. I have a vague recollection of it but I must have repressed the memory because I didn’t like it much (or perhaps I slept through the whole thing). It sort of falls from the sky – just like Morgan did when he fell out the window – but it smells like rain really just colder. Anyway I have not had much fun the last few days because of this snow so it’s quite depressing. Morgan doesn’t like it either. I’ve seen him come through the cat flap all despondent and he’s sleeping more than usual (but not as much as me yet). The snow hasn’t stopped me completely though, I have to brave it when I go to my friend’s house, snow isn’t robbing me of my right to chicken.