I slept for most of the day. Maid didn’t go the place called work but was in and out for most of the day. I don’t like disruptions to my snoozle routine. I need my beauty sleep. 23 hours is never enough.

Maid fed me my kibbles at lunchtime then picked me up for a cuddle as we stood at the window watching who trundled through the gardens of Tom Cat Towers. It’s amazing how many tom cats use our garden as a highway and my catnip bush a spot to spray on. Sydney the big ginger from over the road came for a kip under the catnip bush. It is now covered with his fur; clearly he now sees this as a second home.

I ventured outside and lay on the patio, one of my collection of blackbirds came to take a look at me. I don't mind them gazing up in awe at the royal personage ... me! In fact sometimes I gently bend down and give them a sniff.

I then slept for most of the afternoon and evening then into the night. Maid came to bed and soon was snoring. The noise is so irritating, I think that red wine stuff or champagne, the human version of catnip, she drinks aggravates it. So after much huffing in the hope that she would take the hint (she didn't) I went into the front room and sat by the French windows. The gingie-crew were there too, so I made sure I sat slightly apart from them.

Riff-Raff. They were staring intently down the garden so I peered out too. A fox came into the garden and snuffled up all the scraps put out for the birds. He came right up to the window and peered in at us as he carried on stuffing his snout with free food.

Dippi-Duck started growling at him which is unusual as she cannot normally meow. This unexpected noise from the wobbly cat resulted in Maid rushing bleary eyed into the room. Maid was absolutely hysterical at the sight of a fox at the other side of the glass.  In quite a blasé manner the fox just looked at us all, He then carried on eating the blackbird food from the brick by the window where kibbles are put to attract my blackbirds for me to look at. Eventually he jumped over the wall into next door’s garden and was away into the night.

In the morning Maid seemed hesitant to put kibbles out for my blackbirds, but when they all lined up chirping pathetically to be fed, she relented. It was a nice morning so I went and lay on the patio and allowed my blackbirds to approach me and gaze upon my regal form.

Maid’s version:

We still have a fox!! A flippin’ great big one at that! I didn't realise that he was not unnerved by three cats glaring at him as he helped himself to the birds’ kibbles. I heard Dippi making a noise in the night which was odd as she can only mouth noise so I went to investigate. I was shocked! A fox was right outside the window and was totally oblivious to us. I think he must be tame, as he just looked up at me and the 3 cats staring at him and wasn’t at all bothered. He just carried on eating the kibbles I put out by the windows for the birds.

Tightened security will be implemented here at Tom Cat Towers with immediate effect. When it’s dark, Dippi who thinks she's as big and fierce as a lion she will soon be a feline fox feast.  Willi just didn’t react to the sight of the fox on the other side of the glass. He does spend many nights in the garden, so I guess that the fox and all his other foxy pals must be part of the garden’s nightly visitors and they are used to the big ginger cat in the garden.

 

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