The lummox has returned to employment, and about bloody time too if you ask me. All he does when he's here is make a lot of noise and disturb my beauty sleep. For the record, between the hours of 07:30 and 18:00, Monday to Friday, the bed belongs to me and me alone (it belongs to me full stop if truth be told but being so benevolent I allow that pair to sleep in it at night) and I reserve the right to use it during those hours in an undisturbed manner. But oh no, he always starts drilling or hammering or sawing or buggering about in some noisy way and without being too blunt about it, he gets on my tits. I mean to say, is it asking too much for a cat to have a bit of peace and quiet for ten and a half measly hours? No, I didn't think so either.
But now the bed, the boat and the mooring are mine all mine during the day because the overweight oaf has gone to work. I'm not sure what he does exactly, ponces about in some office somewhere I think he said, but it's more than likely to be menial work that even a low-foreheaded, knuckle dragger such as him should be capable of. And it's absolute bliss. I can loll about to my heart's content without noise or disturbance until the pair of them come home again of an evening. I'll say one thing though, I've got therm trained correctly because the first thing they do when they get in is to light the fire in order that I shouldn't have to get out of a warm bed and go through to a cold living room. So praise where it's due, no-one can accuse me of not handing out the kudos when it's called for.
Hopefully, now that he's finally bringing in some brass I'll be kept in the finest food that money can buy and at the moment that means tins of tuna. So get to work lummox!
P x