I Travel The World and Eat Foreign Food!

I must say a big "Hello" to all my fellow puss-cat readers around the world. It's fascinating for me to see that my blog has a readership stretching across the world from Hawaii to New Zealand and I'm coming up to reaching my 1,000th site visit. To think the whole world knows of my lifetime's experience, although admittedly some visitors have reached me through Googling some unexpected aspects of my writings such as Mr. Dribble or The Beijing Olympics! Sometimes you'll catch me pausing midst paw wash just contemplating the wonder of this Internet business.
I love this time of year when I can wander my meadowside estate observing the local comings and goings and setting up camp at whim amongst the plant life in the shady sun. My apprentice, Millhouse of course, is taking altogether too much interest in the wildlife for Mister and Mrs' nature-loving comfort and is a frequent recipient of tellings-off with a vigorously wagged finger. I'm fully expecting to hear Mister say,"Millhouse! You're fired!", any day now! In my wisdom, I know it's because, in his own way, he equally loves nature; he just views it from a completely different standpoint.
I'm a bit concerned that all this warm weather is affecting my lovely silky black coat which is tending to fade to a chocolatey brown hue. I have to put it down to the old age, but at least I haven't got swathes of white hair growing out of my ears like Millhouse. From the back he is taking on the appearance of an eccentric professor. Indeed one who wears knee breeches at that! No doubt soon he'll be off across the fields for a round of golf. Although, with his temperament, he'd get more fun fishing the ball out of the 18th than putting it in.
Hmm, my tumlette's a-rumbling so I'll just potter along to the food room to see if I can wrangle another pouch. Will it be Naudanlihaa, Tonnikalaa, Kanaa, Lachs or Lammasta, I wonder? What's the matter? Don't tell me you can't read the cat-pouch labels yet! Coo, needs must, I say!



Herky