I've realised I'm not a writer. And I don't want to transpose diaries.

Susan didn't see me curled asleep amongst the autumn leaves, the gingery bits of my technicoloured coat in mimicry; a camouflaged cat!

So this is the end of the ginger diaries, 'tis just me, THE cat and this cat has not enough of the orange hue to inflame the authors words.

I'm trying to be a pet, I've always been cat. I try sitting on the sofa, I try sitting on Susan's lap... But I'm not comfortable and Susan says I should just be me - more than enough! and that makes me purr.

I still cry for Lil though. Stupid of me. I go into the front room where I can be alone and howl, I feel better after that...

So bye bye from me and if Lil were here she'd say, well she'd say WHAT? but she'd mean good bye. And from The Ferdinand, the ginger fur ball where ever he may be; cheerio, old chums, bye bye.