I'm Bushed

What a night!

I was all ready to turn in when Max said he fancied a quick wander around the grounds. He's a bit doddery when he goes out especially in the dark so I usually go along with him just to make sure he doesn't come to any harm. I never let him know that I'm there to look after him I always say well I'll just pop along with you then. I think he knows why I go but because we don't say anything he keeps his pride intact. Very much a cat with pride and self respect is our Max.

So I says to two legs "Open the door" and of course he does.

Well Sebastian decides he will come too. Now that is always a problem because Seb is not very good at climbing fences and while I am helping him, Max will often wander off and lose himself. I need eyes in my backside when I go out with them - worse than having two kittens to look after!

We hadn't gone very far when Sebastian made his excuses and returned home - I must be honest and say i was a bit relieved I could concentrate fully on Max. Well we wandered around and lost track of time and if truth be told direction. Oddly it was Max who said I think we should be getting back you're dropping off the pace I don't think you're as fit as you used to be! I chuckled and didn't say anything.

Well we made our way home and got to the door to find everywhere in darkness. I scratched the door and called out to them and eventually a bleary eyed two legs appeared and let us in.

"What time do you call this?" he demanded

I couldn't tell him that cats don't wear watches and to us time is relative. It would have been an interesting intellectual debate but he didn't seem as if he wanted to know.

"Two thirty and you roll up as if nothing is wrong. I'm going to bed!"

Max and I followed him up and I was fortunate to get a comfy spot. I am having a good sleep in today!