Happy New Year to you. We’re not happy, though. Can you tell? We’re cross because they want us to catch moths.
Moths taste very bitter, you know. They don’t eat them, do they. Why should we? They complain those brussels sprout things are bitter. They should try eating a moth. Mind you, I wouldn’t eat a brussels sprout either.
Moths are all wing and no substance. Anyway, we’re not doing it.
No. We’re not. So, what else has happened? They put that plastic tree up again with all the dangly bits. Odd, isn’t it? Cards began to arrive, and Leo went to look at them on that piano thing. He found one that looked just like himself.
They can’t copy me, I’m too unusual.
Oh my giddy paw! Since when did the white delight become so arrogant? Anyway, he did valiant service deterring the piano tuner from making too much noise.
And….
As part of our protest against the eating of moths, Leo prevented a piece of work being done.
Yes, but if you look carefully there’s another thing that’s supposed to look like me. What’s going on?
Whatever. It worked. No moth-eating for us. It’s too cold and we’re resting.
Love
Leo and Simba x