Watch the birdie, MIllhouse!We've had some close, warm nights this week so Millhouse and I have been out on night patrols. We wander around looking for any action we can find. Of course I'm much better at it than he is. I'm as black the night; quite invisible. He's grey and white and looks like a flashing advertising hoarding trotting about.
Because the nights have been so warm, the humans have been opening the large bedroom windows to get some air in the early hours. Prrrt! Tee Hee! ...can't waste such an opportunity! I waited until around 5 a.m. then hup on the windowsill. The effect of sticking my whiskery face through the open window with the curtains draped over my head gave me a rather fetching Florence Nightingale look. I beamed my night eyes at Mrs on the pillow and shouted, "Brrrreakfast pleeease!"
'Worked a treat! She shot upright and in no time breakies was dolloped in the bowls with some vaguery, I might add. 'Don't think she was that pleased with me judging by the upside down mouth and squinty eyes!
I'm somewhat concerned to learn from listening to the general human conversation this week, that Mister and Mrs are going away for a few days next week. For us, that can only mean one thing; the young human will be chief grub Waller. Oh dear, that could mean fewer meals. Also, he's got a bit of a weak stomach. When he plops out the num-nums, he's prone to retching at the sight of it. Charming, I say! Suppose he were in a restaurant where the waiter held a hand to his mouth whilst making burruping noises as he served your damned meal! At arms length too!
But still if he is sick, Millhouse will eat it, no doubt! He's such a greedy pig! We may have to seek out some dietary supplements this week.
It's tough being a cat!
Herky
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