My Mate Snowy

Now my mate Snowy is a really weird cat and I say that with the greatest amount of affection for him.

The other day we were talking and I asked Snowy what he liked to do.

"Bowling" he replied quick as a flash

"Wow that's a bit difficult isn't it?"

"Not really once you learn how to shape yourself you can get into most of them" he said very matter of factly

"Get into them?" I was flabbergasted - my gast had never been so flabby Boom Boom! "What do you mean? Those holes are only big enough for two legs' thumbs. You could never get in there and suppose a two legs came along and threw you while you were in there, You'd hot all the skittles and probably get a big headache"

"What are you talking about Casper?" Snowy can be very sharp when he wants to be. "I am talking about a place to sleep. I use the bowls the two legs make their cakes and things in. Usually they are a bit sticky so get a free feed as well as a nice sleep. then when they find I am sticky I get a warm bath, fluffy towelling down and a long grooming session. Just the job matey. As for your skittles I think you need to re-appraise your direction."

Snowy climbed into a large trifle dish and settled round. I could smell the strawberry jelly and saw a couple of red flecks on him. Maybe he had got the right idea. Then again maybe not!