I must be coming down with something. This morning I looked like something the cat dragged in and I feel like something the cat dragged in. Luckily, there isn’t a cat in the neighbourhood that has managed to get its claws around me. In fact, I have managed to get MY claws around many a pretty pussy in my time. There’s the black tomcat who lives in Street 5. Have I had some fun with him! He often sits in the garden there, sunning himself, and I allow myself to literally drop from the sky, catapulting onto him, causing him to squeal in the most entertaining fashion and to leap 3 feet into the air in fright while I fly away calmly and laugh at him from a distant tree. Leaping Tom I call him. Then there’s the ginger cat with five kittens in Street 1 and they are a delight to chase as they scurry in all directions, mother cat hissing lamely as I dart around, quick as lightening, pecking the little ‘rats’ lightly on their backs. Oh what a laugh, what memories. I feel better already. This weather today not such a laugh though - makes my sores sorer. . . .
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