MORE DISGRACE!

It's not been easy for me in the last few days. I have to go out every night and sleep in a box in the garage. That's because I had an accident in the kitchen and even I have to admit - the smell was awful.

I just couldn't help it. I was alone in the kitchen, enjoying a few hours sleep under the radiator . It was very comfortable but suddenly I felt the need to visit the pussy toilet. Unfortunately nobody was around and despite meowing loudly nobody came to open the back door and let me out into the garden.

It didn't make any difference. In the end there was no choice but to squat and squit on the kitchen floor. It was a bit smelly I can tell you - but there was nothing else I could do.

When Pat came home she was furious. I was thrown out into the garden and she had to clear up the mess - which couldn't have been very nice. But you can't blame me. I wanted to go out and couldn't - so I had to do the business where I was.

Now I am only allowed into the house when the humans are around. If they go out - then so do I. It means spending more time in the cold garage but so far it's not too bad. I get a chance to write this blog when they are not looking. They don't realise that a cat can use a computer!

UNFORTUNATELY I DISGRACED MYSELF!

Well, here I am. I'm certainly not going to win any pretty pussy competitions. Who would want to stroke me.

I am manky. No doubt about it. I'm a thin, ginger moggy probably over 10 years old and spend most of my life outdoors. I have a weepy left eye and my coat is a bit grubby; that's because I live in a greenhouse in the Summer and the garage in the Winter. It's alright there - but a warm hearth rug in front of a glowing fire would be better.

Friends? I've only got a few - all human beings. Pat and David are the best because they took me in about four years ago when I had no home. They provided food - milk, some nice meat and a lot of cat food from Morrisons. Not complaining though because it keeps me going.

I use to sleep in their kitchen but that all ended a week or so ago. I had a nasty accident in the middle of the night and they didn't take too kindly to that. David came downstairs in the morning to make a cuppa - and didn't like what he saw on the floor and ran away immediately. Pat had to clear it up and use the disinfectant - but it happened again a few days later and it was Pat again who saw the pile on the mat near the back door and nearly passed out because of the pong.

So I was booted out sharpish. Have been in occasionally - but not for an overnight stay. Can't say I blame them really because I wouldn't like to clear up that mess.

I want to come back indoors at night but can't guarantee to behave myself. So for the time being it's the greenhouse or the garage. I'll let you know what happens.

But for now I would like to hear from some of you. Go on. Give Mr. Manky a boost.