The cat's chorus

"Oi. Cat's chorus!"

Oh yes. Carol singers. And in fine voice we are too. Lil is wearing a scarf round her middle -but you can't see it in this video-she's still a bit threadbare.

"Oi! You lot...!
...that caterwauling...
...put a sock in it..."

"I'm putting my sock on the fireplace!" says Doll.

See he called us the cat's chorus, that's because we are so professional, we could sing in any choir and not just the chorus either!

"Ferdinand?"

"Yes Doll!"

"Is that a bucket in his hand?"

"Yes Doll."

"And has that bucket got water in it ?"

"I believe so!"

"Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun."

Ferdinand: 'Tis the season of good will too.'

(Mind you Will's always been a scrooge. Bah humbug!)

Billy Connelly without the humour!

Ha ha ha ha, he he he tee he. Ha ha tee he.

We are having new double yellow lines. The cold is stopping the yellow tar from setting and it's spreading up from the gutter position to the pavement like sulfurous snow. Sticky sulfurous snow. Sticky sulfurous snow that doesn't or didn't get noticed under a moonless sky.

Ha ha tee he.

Ferdinand is wearing yellow bootees. Yellow tarred wellies. Tarred and furred wellies. Banana boots aka Billy Connelly.

"It's not funny!"

Aka Billy Connelly -without the humour!

Lost his voice indeed!

Ferdinand is not not writing. He has writers block. Lost his mews! -which isn't true

"Muse."
"Muse."
...see? interrupting, that proves it. Lost his voice indeed!


My cat my friend and mews.