Hello everyone. Simba here.
Well, I am here, but, as you can see, I don’t want to face the world at the moment. No. I don’t. I’m hoping no one can see me, actually. Especially Leo.
Leo is in a bad mood. Someone has stolen his word.
Inflammatory. Totally inflammatory!
Yes. That’s the one. Well, not the “totally” bit.
It’s something to do with the Home Office. We have a Home Office where they sit in front of those computer things, but nobody has said it’s inflammatory.
Mice Alive! He’s talking about politics. We don’t do that, do we!
I don’t know what politics is, actually. I don’t suppose Leo does either, but he won’t admit it. There’s been a lot of it about, recently, hasn’t there. A bit like that virus.
What I do know is that when they are in that Home Office they do use the word “dog”. That’s a rude word. Isn’t it? Dogs are inflammatory.
That’s a matter for debate. They sponsor a guide dog so that’s why they use the word.
Why not! I’m interested now. I could be a guide cat. That would be great fun for me. Quite rewarding, I think.
My day is getting worse. The thought of the White Delight pretending to be a guide cat is alarming. Even for me. Oh, White Delight, if you saw a mouse while you were guiding one of them, you’d run after it. Wouldn’t you. If you saw a source of food of any kind, you would stop to eat it. (I saw you eating bird food the other day.) I suppose that’s what you mean by rewarding. And….. if one of them wanted to touch you, they wouldn’t know which end to approach first.
Oh No. I wouldn’t want to be touched at the wrong end.
Love Leo and Simba xxxxxxx