When the cat is away...

Hang on a minute! No that's not right. It should be 'When the mamas' are away'...

The three girls I live with - the mamas - have been rather absent lately. Monday to Friday it is always the same. In the morning they rush around before they disappear, one at a time, through the big moving wall. I believe this is what you humans call the front door. The hours pass, with me left alone to my own devices. They don't even have the decency to leave the TV on for company. Selfish! Mmm fish... Excuse me, I do digress. Now where was I..? Ah yes.

So they leave me home alone. Then they have the audacity to come home past the hour when the outside lights are switched off. Don't they know that 6pm is my dinner time! Now that is just taking liberties.

I might just leave a hairball present in each of their beds. After all they must learn some way.

Hello. Yes you. I'm talking to you.

Have I got your attention? Bene. Welcome.

Let me tell you a bit about myself. I spent my early years roaming the streets of North London, fighting for survival. Every day was a struggle. I never knew where my next meal would come from. It was not an easy life I tell you.

Then one day I met these three lovely ladies. They invited me to come live in their villa in NW London. How could I say no? I have lived with my Mamas for one year now. And as long as they treat me well and feed me, they won't feel the sharp end of my claw. However, as they have forgotten some times there has been a couple of 'incidents'.

Now add this blog to your reader and follow me on Twitter, and there will be no need to sleep with the fishes.