8:05 AM: Woke up feeling itchy. I
think the baby must have fleas and has given them to me.
6:20 PM: The humans were still
selfishly drooling over their stray so I went to see Lucky.
Lucky shared his breakfast with me. Then we headed out in search
of adventure. About a mile from the shops we caught the
unmistakable aroma of salmon. We hurried to the Uncanned-Fish-Shop
and stared longingly into the window. The counter was piled high
with the most magnificent freshly caught salmon. Normally Iím a
fairly law abiding catizen but the sight and smell of those
delicious fish drove me a little bit crazy - I knew I had to
steal one. With Lucky watching from the doorway in utter
disbelief, I crept inside and, with the prowess of a tiger,
leapt onto the counter. Not being an experienced thief, I hadnít
expected the fish to be covered in ice. I skidded across the
counter knocking everything onto the floor. Jumping down, I
grabbed a fish and bolted out the door. The fishmonger came
charging after me. I suspect he might have caught me if he
hadnít slipped on the ice. Fortunately Lucky broke his fall or
he might have been badly injured. I dragged the fish into the
bushes and waited for Lucky. When he finally arrived he
complained that he was too sore to eat - so I had no option but
to eat the huge salmon all by myself. Lucky was feeling dizzy
(this seems to be an unfortunate side effect of being squashed
by a fishmonger) and I had to help him to his house. It was
fortunate that I did; his humans had just served his dinner and
it would have been a shame for moderately good food to go to
waste. While Lucky took a nap I scoffed it for him Ė well thatís
what friends are for.
11:40 PM: This evening I reflected on
how badly my humans treat me Ė they have not fed me all day. I
am starving to death! If I knew how to use the telephone I would
call the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.