Day 64
Hello Readers
We’re in dispute. There’s a new igloo. One. And we both want to be in it. Whoever thought one was enough?
The White Delight has his own. So this one is mine.
Look. Here he is in his brown one, looking as if he is going to grumble.
No. I’m cross about that. I was not about to grumble. I don’t grumble. I’m sweet natured, unlike you -know- who! He bites.
Stuff and nonsense. Verging on inflammatory.
Well, he does bite, doesn’t he? Why does he think vets wear gauntlets when they see him? Anyway, as you can see Leo was in the brown igloo himself.
I’m only fierce to vets so they know what will happen if they dare to tamper with me in a way that is not to my liking.
And… I only sat in this igloo to show I could. It’s too small for me.
Well it’s too small for me then. I’m a bigger cat.
He’s certainly a bigger numpty. He’s only bigger because he is fluffy (and leaves all that white fur everywhere).
I’m not enjoying this. What’s a numpty? I’m a White Delight, actually, and an anxious one at that. I hope this isn’t going to turn into a war. There’s one going on, you know. It’s that awful Putin person doing dreadful things. And that virus thing hasn’t gone, has it. I hope Leo isn’t going to turn into a Putin.
Mice Alive! Does he think I’m Russian? Siamese, more like.
We’ve been sent out for squabbling.
Love Leo and Simba x