At Christmas, humans send each other Round Robins. I quite fancy a Round Robin. A fat robin, plump robin or even a scrawny robin would be nice. I've never had one and they sound delish!
Last Christmas, Dippi-Duck and I sat under the tree waiting for Santa Paws to arrive down the chimney. We must have dozed off and missed him, because when we woke up, the room was filled with presents and he had gone. Christmas was brilliant and Dippi was sooo excited.
This year, Christmas will be very lonely. Dippi died suddenly in April. I am still devastated. When Big Ben chimes in 2014, all I will have is memories of my little disabled friend with a big lion attitude who let me supervise her and gave each of my days meaning. There are still lots of her Dippi's Demon tales and fabulous photos to come and I know she will be delighted that they will be uploaded onto The Daly Mews website by Pauline.
I have tried to cast my love and caring onto Dumpty Roo, but a withering glance from Miss Snooty Pants soon put paid to that.
Saint Ben of Park House Surgery has suggested that my human gets me a kitten for company, something for me to care for again. I'll keep you posted.
Mikey Mike, the black and white tom who moved into my snooozzee with me, has also gone to the great mouse hunting field in the sky, and Evil Sydney, the big ginger tom, also died. All my furry friends seem to be leaving me as I get longer in the fang.
My human noticed my days are long and lonely and my whiskers droopy with sadness so she started a Facebook page for me. I've already got over 500 friends from around the world, so that has perked my whiskers up! I have loads of photos which get loaded on. It's all good fun.
Christmas is my favouritetime of the year, lots of turkey and Napier Catnip mice.
I hope you have a fabulous Christmas with your humans and Santa Paws brings you lots of presents and delicious catnip. I also look forward to you finding me on Facebook and I'd love to hear from you.
Lots of cat kisses
Willi Whizkas XXX
TomCat Towers
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