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Wednesday, 24 October 2012

It's All White



Oh my Goodness me those thieves were back in the night. You remember I told you about the ones who took the pots of flowers where Sebastian and I used to hide so we could jump out and frighten any passing dogs. Well this time I got up and went to go for my tour of the estate and it wasn't there! They had come and taken all the green grass and all that was left was the white stuff underneath it.

I shouted out to Max and he came to look and then went back to bed. He said white light was not good for his "condition" and he preferred not to look at it.

Sebastian strolled over and said something about it all being a bad dream and went back to his bed and curled up. I couldn't just let it happen. I had to go and investigate on behalf of my personal shopper. She would be so upset to come and find her whole back garden had been taken away. I quickly had a look out the front window and they had taken the front garden too and the road by the look of it. This was looking a serious matter. I wondered about leaving it to the police but I knew I could get a head start and pick up a scent. I am like a blood-hound you know. I have the sense of smell that is completely unrivalled in the two legs world.

I jumped through the window - oh no not with super-feline powers or anything. The window was open so technically I jumped through the space where the window had been. I don't want any of you trying to do this at home and try jumping through closed windows. Us felines have had centuries of training and practice so please don't try that at home.

I landed outside and put my nose to the white stuff to pick up the scent of the robbers. My nose went through and I smelled grass beneath. They hadn't robbed us at all they had sprinkled all this cold white stuff everywhere. All the little two legs started running about and crying with laughter and throwing the white stuff at each other.

Good job I didn't alert the police.

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