9/10/23

 We have a new fella amongst us. It appears he is quite a lazy chap and prefers to stay in his hammock. The Mistress found him in her bag from yesterday. He is not at all social. Trixie heard him snoring earlier. His conversation has been almost nonexistent. Now if he wants to hang out with us, then he needs to pull his head in. I reckon one push and he could end up on the floor. Now this could be fun to watch. Where is the camera?

These 2 humans just snuck into the lounge with drinks in hand. It is a Monday afternoon and not a Friday/Saturday night. Is love that blind they need to partake in this stuff. The Mistress has a bucket of wine, just like her glasses at home. She announces that she is going out tonight, and this will be enough for her. Meanwhile, His Lordship is into other stuff, and I can't quite see what he is into. 

Zeus struts around here as if he owns the place. His Lordship says he does own this place. We are the visitors here and we need to understand this. That is us told.

Earlier Zeus went to the window looking for what we think must be his Mum and Dad. The Mistress explained the situation to him, and he seemed quite happy and went over to the Mistress for some comfort with a pat and soothing words. How can a cat understand this rubbish? 

His Lordship just volunteered to do the spuds for dinner, so the mistress didn't say no. He is on steak duty. Now this guy often wins meat raffles at his Golf Club, so you never hear the mistress complaining about his winning. Free meat she says. Goodness only knows what he spends to get these. His latest pack has rump steak, meat patties, and pork chops.  

A new arrival.

These love birds work well in the kitchen. Each has their task to do, and they just get on with it. They enjoy this huge kitchen but dislike how far they have to walk because His Lordship is in his caravan or the Mistress's home which is a teeny tiny house. This place is enormous. There is no butler's pantry at either of their places.