Well, the Spring weather's still not up to much in my part of the world; chilly, some rain, some hail with a brief flurry of snow last week between the sunshine. I have to pick my moments to pop outside by sitting patiently at the flatcap and taking quick forays out for ablutions and lick downs.
It's somewhat fortunate therefore that the humans have recently installed a new magic window, bigger than the old black box, so I can lounge across the back of the settee and watch the odd nature programme. I have been particularly taken with Tiger - Spy in the Jungle where humans have hidden cameras inside bits of tree trunk which are carried about and strategically positioned by heffnits so we can watch close-ups of a wild tiger family growing up. They're big big puss cats with noses just like mine, but I can't believe any feline would really enjoy swimming in water! Surely there must be some trickery going on there, methinks!
Apart from acting as a substitute settee headrest, I have also started practising for the Beijing Olympics where I hope to represent England in the Throwing-up Shot Putt event. My current night time sleeping spot is on a bookshelf 4ft from the floor, and two nights ago, having been out chewing a bit of cud (the lawn's a bit tufty at the moment; I try to help), I repaired to the bookshelf and quite unexpectedly reviewed my supper over a satisfyingly competitive distance. Some 3 tail lengths, I'd say. Millhouse was suitably impressed and sat looking at it, then he turned to me with deferential admiration. I suspect the idea of a free meal had crossed his mind, but thankfully the ears went back as he thought better of it. He curled up nearby as a mark of respect, and dreamily went to sleep. Anyway, I wanted Mr. to produce a tape measure in the morning and take the official trajectory measurement; that is if he didn't tread in it in the dark when he got up!
Impressed? I'd say he was! The following morning he slid into the kitchen yodelling my name loudly, the doppler effect being quite effectively demonstrated as he passed. He finished with such a skilful pirouette at the kitchen sink, I was minded to suggest the Winter Olympic downhill ski run to him. Well, he could be another Eddie the...erm...sparrow at the very least!
Then, of course there's the Sleeping Marathon where I reckon I can break the world record paws down! I've been 15 years in training for that event. If they could only combine these events with Mousing, Purring and Washing, I'd be able to do a pentathlon. Hmmm, time for some more training...if I could just find a higher starting place...'
Wish they'd stop messing about with that flaming torch!
Herky
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