Hello Everyone. It’s Simba here again
I thought I would show you a picture of one of my hearts as people seem to like them. Maybe that’s because they are black and are so much easier to clean than the rest of me. Leo is mostly black and he hardly ever seems to clean which I find a bit suspect. Anyway, as they say, every day is a new day. I was a bit grumpy yesterday so please forgive me for that, I’m usually very even tempered so I’m told.
Having said that, it’s still very peculiar here and it was very quiet when I went out, apart from those noxious birds. Blimey (am I allowed to say that?) they do make a racket. Do you know they actually feed them with fat balls. FEED THEM when my kibbles are being rationed. Mind you I wouldn’t like to eat a fat ball. Leo called me a fat ball once. He’s been a bit rude to me recently and when I complained about my kibbles he told me to: “Go out and catch a mouse!” What DOES he think I am?
What do I think he is? A CAT!!!
My day started quite well, actually. There was none of this getting out of bed an hour early business. They all seemed to be lounging about, Leo included. So, I was able to do my stretching exercises and scratch the sofa a bit (it’s an amazing bit of kit for a manicure but for some reason others don’t like it). I strolled down the garden, sniffed a few plants to check no foreign invaders had been in overnight – they hadn’t – and sat in my favourite spot fluffing up my fur against the cold to contemplate what a coronavirus might be. It is certainly playing havoc with my routines! if it is so dangerous it must be HUGE. What I can’t understand is how it can be in so many places at once and with no one seeing it.
Being invisible must be quite useful – it certainly would be for me. Just think how I could get my own back on Leo by nibbling his tail…..and it would be useful to steal his food at this time of kibble-rationing.
What other news is there? Leo has been doing far more “pranging practice” – that’s what he calls it – but it’s actually scratching other creatures. I’m not quite sure why he needs more practice because he’s very good at it already.
If he goes on like this I will prang him.
I understand he has caused notes to be made in the accident book at the vet’s on two occasions which is an achievement I know he is proud of. I wonder if all this pranging practice is something to do with Easter? All I know about Easter is that it has something to do with eggs. I don’t like eggs. I ate part of an egg once and it made my tail curl in a peculiar way.
Anyway, I may think about Easter on another occasion. Thank you for reading my diary. I’ll talk to you again soon.
Love
Simba x