Another day when the world is white all over, I really don't understand why things change from green to brown to white. I feel so much better today; I think the beauty pills which St Ben gave to Maid are really doing the trick.

With a yawn I went to sit by the French windows. My flock of pet blackbirds is hopping round in the white stuff eating cat kibbles, leaving hundreds of their claw prints on the patio. Willi Whizkas pondered that if the blackbirds eat cat kibbles will the birds taste of cat meat? Quite a profound thought for a brainless, idiot cat.

However the chances of such an old and stupid cat ever catching one are so remote I don't know why he even bothers dreaming about it. And I know he does dream about sinking his fangs into one of my pet blackbirds as I see his teeth chattering and his paws moving when he's deep in sleep. I find it utterly abhorrent that cats should chase, catch and even eat birds. I love to see them just outside my window playing and love it when Maid opens the bedroom window so I can breathe deeply and smell them.

Birds really are objects of beauty and wonder. Not too keen on crows, we have three of them that land in the garden when Maid throws food out for them. She calls them down into the back garden 'Crow, Crow Crows' and they come tumbling out of the sky. They even sit of the chimney waiting for her to feed them.

Sometimes I can hear them walking across the kitchen roof as they are so large and so heavy with all the scraps they get. Wills is absolutely frightened of them, I can't work out why, as they are just large versions of blackbirds. Maid opened the window and my blackbirds scattered as Wills ran outside.

Feeling extremely brave I decided to investigate the white covering which is all over the garden. I don't usually go outside, a cat of my regal standing does not do grass or earth under one’s royal pads or paws, but occasionally I do ‘do’ curious and the white stuff looked interesting. With great trepidation, I put one paw outside then another and found myself on the patio ankle deep in very wet, very cold white stuff. It clung to my fur and paw pads and was quite a horrible experience as it started to clump on me. I soon turned tail and fled back into the warmth of Tom Cat Towers where the carpet around my paws soaked the wetness and coldness away.

Panic over, I tip-pawed my way back to my duvet to lick my paws and pads clean of the white stuff. I shall be glad when the world returns to its normal colour.

Maid’s version!

Another first! When Willi went outside, Madam followed him, albeit briefly. The ‘Arctic Adventure’ didn’t last long, after 10 seconds she was inside with a look of pure horror on her face, eyes wide, her ears back and her backside covered in snow which promptly melted onto the duvet cover! I doubt that she will be doing that again. She spent an age on the bed cleaning and preening herself. Probably licking imaginary snow from her pelt. This was followed by a lengthy sleep no doubt bringing herself back down from panic mode. Certainly another experience for Madam, she is so not like a normal cat. Dippi loves snow, can’t keep her out of it!

  

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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