Day 55

Hello Everyone. I hope you’re OK. There’s a lot of that virus thing around isn’t there? Anyway, we’ve been discussing parties, what they are and whether we have actually been to one. We have definitely been to a conference – arranged one, in fact.  That was when we sat in the drive with Jonathan de Freitas, Jordan, Gillian and Maud and had a good chat. (Why did the neighbours say we were caterwauling? What is that even?) We agreed to ban them from our garden.  Jonathan de Freitas et al, that is, not the neighbours. That would be too difficult.

No, not Maud.  We didn’t ban Maud.

Anyway, we were talking about parties. As you know, the White Delight is rather partial to Radio 4 and, apparently, there has been a lot of discussion about parties. They involve drink.

Yes, actually I do like radio 4 and it’s non-stop about parties at the moment and whether they are part of work. We don’t work. (Do we?) But we all have to drink so that means we all go to parties.

By my paw! Of course we don’t work! Why would you? That White Delight sometimes follows faulty logic. Just because you drink doesn’t mean you have been to a party.

I drink water.  Water only. The purest water, preferably from puddles. The White Delight drinks something highly suspicious called “milk”.  He gets very excited when he sees a milk bottle emerge from the fridge, so excited I wonder what effect it has on him.

I drink it because it keeps my fur white!  Anyway, milk bottles don’t “emerge” from the fridge, they are taken out and milk is deliberately put in my dish. That wouldn’t happen if it was a poisonous sort of thing.

I’m going to party in my igloo!