All Washed Up

Now is it too much to asked to be left alone to sleep when you've had the kind of busy night I've had.

I was on night patrol around the streets until late and had to tell a number of roaming cats that the curfew was on and they should be home in bed. you know how some of the younger cats are these days - full of cheek and back-chat. I get so annoyed - it's not like it was in my day when a friendly clip round the ear saw you back indoors and afraid to go out again. Now you say something and before you know it there's a gang of feral cats ready to jump on you. i still do my bit for the community though.

Anyway after I had gotten home from my patrol I had to listen to Max moaning about the cold and how he hadn't had any food all day because Sebastian had got there before him. Then Sebastian woke up and was telling me how his stomach thought his throat had been cut because he hadn't eaten in half an hour.

By the time I had had a little fish and a drop of cream I was ready to retire. I popped upstairs but Max had sprawled across the bed and there was no room for me. I made for the pet bed on the landing next to the warm airing cupboard and before I got there I heard the snores coming from it which told me Sebastian had found it and had forgotten about his empty stomach.

I looked around and found the perfect place. I jumped up and curled round - perfect fit and nice and warm away from the floor and any drafts.

Just then a blaze of lights and in walks two legs "Come on Casper I want to wash! Out you get!"

I duly obliged and by the time he had finished it was all wet and miserable in there so the only place left was the settee. There is some comfort in life still