A Day In The Life!

Phew! The last couple of weeks have been exhausting haven't they? On the magic window all we heard about first was a Mr Obama becoming chief human over all the American cats. Well, at least he's black like me and can string a decent sentence together.(Wasn't so long ago all they talked about was Mr Osama, who apparently lives in a cave with a few friendly rocks and a laptop!) 'Still all his efforts, Mr Obama's getting a big white house and.... a puppy. I ask you, a puppy! Poo! He won't get much political sense from a daft old dog, methinks! Meantime, we're stuck with a Mr (Asperger's) Brown who, in this credit crunch, is about as much fun as a box of stale crunchy bits.
News of greater import is that one human being, curious about his cat's private life, has fitted the poor moggy with a collar web-cam so he can spy on his cat's misdeeds. Talk about infringment of one's liberty! What we do is really no business of the humans!

Nevertheless, here's a glimpse of my world as a security officer:

Waiting for breakfast! (With quite a lot of patience.)









Bowls empty. Come on! Hurry up!








Stare at fridge door for thirty minutes thinking about the big
bang or similar.







Stare out of catflap for twenty minutes to check weather and
for any activity.







Stroll round to front of estate to see how many tinbox wheelie
things are home.







The scratching/welcome home post.








Nothing doing? Aaah. Time for a little snooze then.
(Sometimes this view is the other way up.)









Indeed, 'tis a tough life. I'nnit? 'Bet you didn't think my life was so exciting, did you?


Herky