Hello World, LEO here . At my very best, I might add. It’s difficult to get a word in edgeways with the White Delight hovering about, but I managed it.
I like adding to his diary. He’s a bit airy fairy, you know. While he contemplates which heavens came before the 7th and communes with sheep (actually I may have misjudged that one, but more about that later), I am patrolling my garden keeping them all safe. Now, I’ve tried to keep my whiskers away from this coronavirus thing as it has thrown the White Delight into more of a spin than the sight of an egg (which once made his tail curl in a peculiar way, if you remember). I have to say I haven’t spotted one (coronavirus, that is, not egg). As it’s so ghastly, I thought it would probably look like a dog, but I certainly can’t see one in my garden. Perhaps it’s too afraid of me to show its face. I bite, you know.
Anyway, about the sheep. I received a communication from Bertie (the larger fluffy one to the right of this picture) and he reassured me he is definitely a cat. I can see that now, of course and I am not afraid to say when I have made a mistake. Sheep don’t sit like that and he has a tail like no sheep I know (in fact I don’t know a sheep but I have seen pictures). He sent me this picture called “brotherly love”. If you look carefully they are touching.
What rubbish. He is such a SNOWFLAKE! (The clue’s in the colour, isn’t it!) I have CATegorically never bitten him. I am merely cleaning his acres of white fur to help him because it is a difficult colour to keep clean. And if I have to put my paw on him it’s just to keep him still (he’s a wriggler, you know). Sometimes I need to take a little nibble because he has a burr stuck in his fur. Take a close look at me. Do I look as if I would ever take a nip out of him?
Love
Leox