Now here's a thing to make your hair curl.
Last night I was locked out for over 4 hours. I had to endure the sub-Arctic temperatures and the dire weather. Well it was actually not quite below zero and the weather wasn't too bad at all. In fact old two legs went out in just a t-shirt!
I was out for my post afternoon nap stroll and when I came back the doors were shut and the lights off.
I called through the french doors to Sebastian who woke up and got out if his basket to see who I was. He told me they had gone off to a concert with the little two legs from next door where my sister lives. I wasn't that bothered where they had gone but when were they coming back? When could I get indoors? When could I again taste the delights of tuna and cream? Was I to spend the rest of my days as a stray consigned to the outside world living on scraps thrown out for the birds.
I began to whimper. Seb told me I was being a baby and they would only be a few hours. A few hours to a cat is like a lifetime and a half to a two legs. I settled down for the night under the barbecue in the only shelter I could find.
When they returned they were on about the music and the instruments and the clever little two legs from next door and didn't get round to feeding me for ages.
I decided if you can't beat them join them. I've bought a trombone.
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