Day 37

Good morning. It is isn’t it? Both of us here.  Leo and Simba.    We’re scratching our heads this morning and no…it’s not what you are thinking.  It’s winter, not flea season and anyway, it’s a well-known fact we don’t get fleas.  

Hmm I think that might be the other way round, but whatever….  What we’re perplexed about is the zombie apocalypse.   What is it? Can you advise?  It has been mentioned as the cause the current state of affairs in our house – in the world actually  (same thing I suppose) .

They never go out; we don’t have time to relax and be ourselves. You know the sort of thing, have a little scratch of the sofa, jump up and see what’s been cooking (not a lot – they have been eating something called Janes). 

We were under the impression Jane was a person. If that is so they have turned cannibal.

I don’t think they have. It’s New Year, you know.  I think it’s some sort of diet. Anyway, from what we gather, it’s going to get worse. I don’t mean cannibalism (if that’s what it is) I mean they will be going out even less!  I think this zombie apocalypse thing is to do with that virus.

I have been researching. A zombie is an undead corporeal revenant.

That explains it then. What’s an apocalypse?

The sort of thing you do to your catnip mice?

No at all. That’s faulty manufacture.

So the zombie apocalypse is actually the mass destruction of that virus thing?  Bring it on. Then life can get back to normal. They will go out, normal kibble service will be resumed, the postman will pat my head again and we can go about our normal business. It’s a turning point!

Love Simba xxx  and Leo (the magnificent)