Home alone, that’s what I’ve been. Abandoned, forgotten and
uncared for. Left to my own devices and forced to live in what is tantamount to squalour. ME!!! Pixie Poo Poo!!!
They packed a bag and buggered off for a jolly to Whitby.
You should have seen them – laughing and joking like they didn’t have a care in
the world. All they could think about was poncing around the seaside
whilst I had to look after my boat all on my own. Good God they’ll have me
emptying my own litter tray next.
Well sod ‘em!
I’ll teach them not to treat me in such a shabby fashion and
have embarked on a campaign of constant mouse catching and in leaving said mice
outside the bathroom door for them to find in the morning. Let’s see how the
redhead and the lummox like that. Leave me alone overnight will you? At your
peril my friends, at your peril.
Oh sure, they instructed the one they call Becky to feed me
and to be fair to her she did well enough, a little more fuss would have been
better but for now she’ll hold my favour, but those other two… they shall know the
wrath of Pixie Poo Poo.
In time I shall forgive them of course. I’m not a cat to
hold a grudge but it’s going to take a lot more than the box of Whiskas
Casserole Selection they returned with to smooth over the cracks in this one. Whitby indeed!!!
