Day 63

Hello Everyone.  Simba here. I’m really upset.  I didn’t know “geriatric” was a swear word. I really didn’t. I have heard some swear words. Some of the cats in our last garden used to swear a lot. Spitting and all that. That awful Maud used to spit at me. That’s definitely swearing. I thought “geriatric” just meant old. But when I told Leo he was geriatric (he’s over 15 you know) he was furious. He told me it was a very rude word and he is highly offended and won’t speak to me.

What can I do? I don’t like the silence.  It’s unnatural. He’s usually so noisy. He bellows, you know.

Inflammatory! Totally inflammatory! I don’t bellow.
He spoke. He spoke!

No need to repeat yourself, White Delight.  You’re making matters worse. Don’t dig holes for yourself.

I didn’t dig a hole. I only dig holes for one purpose. Like most of us.  In the garden, you know……

Mice alive!  Don’t go any further, no one wants to know about your hole digging habits. I was speaking metaphorically.

What’s “metaphorically?”  That sounds more like a swear word than “geriatric”.

Do not EVER, ever use that word.

Repetition. He’s repeating himself now. He used the word “ever” twice.

Does that White Delight think we are playing Just a Minute? If he apologises, allows me to eat his food and sit above him on the couch without him giving me a cross look, I will speak to him.

It’s only because I’m worried about him falling on me.
Love Leo and Simba xxxxx