Diary of a ginger tom cat.: I am Ferdinand cat compass.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

I am Ferdinand cat compass.

Spats the cat turned up late for dinner. Three years late!

Oh, yes. The homing instinct of we felines is astounding. We have magnets in our heads!
Ferdinand. Cat compass.

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I am trying to write my autobiography. I have been writing for six months and have written three pages. At this rate I shall be one-hundred and twenty-five when it is finished. Trouble is—

“Ferdi?”

I suffer from interruptions. That is Dolly. A stripy female who—

“HEEELLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

And that is Lilly – large splodgey female. She went deaf a couple of years. She has hyperthyroidism which means she’s lost a bit of sight too. She takes tablets twice a day...

“There’s a lot of cat fur on this keyboard.”

Susan – female biped of the household.

“That cat is going to the vets.”

Martin – male biped of the household.