Points of View

As you can imagine, I get a lot of post and I thought perhaps I should give you a flavour of it.

"Dear Fluffy,

I am one of greatest fans. Your writings have made me realise what an insightful and colourful perspective cats can have, especially domesticated cats who are getting on a bit and have, like, loads of wisdom to pass on.

Yours gratefully,

Anne fae Edinburgh"

Barry.

Chubby from London asks, "You lazy cat! Why don't you update your blog more often. It's not like you've got anything else to do but sleep and lick your bottom."

Well, Fatso. Who gives a fuck what you think? Eh?

Finally, Justine from London writes to say, "Who's gorgeous? Hey? Hey? You are! Yes, you are! Hmmmmmm!"

Up to the usual standard I'm afraid. But, as she says, she's not a great writer.

Fluffy Healy

The other morning while slobbing out in bed (they slob, I recline), she started to stroke my hair behind my head so that it all stood up. Then they both laughed and made jokes about David Beckham. I only realised later when I was checking myself out in the mirror. How annoying!

Anyway, I resent the whole Beckham thing. I prefer to think of myself as a feline Fran Healy.



(tuneful) Why does it always rain on me...

Fight! Again!

White cat. She came. I saw. I conquered.

Did you know my favourite actor is Ray Winstone?

Who's the daddy?