4am, and woken by that damned grey cat again.
Does he never listen to the humans talking? The male's gone to see Birmingham (whoever that is), but whoever they are, they can't be very interesting, as he said he'd be back tomorrow. At least we don't have to go on holiday again.
Although the female was acting oddly yesterday. First we were left alone all day - with only one meal, thank you very much - then, when she eventually came back, she was rummaging in that leather sack thing she wears. But she didn't go into the house. She stood in the garden and talked into her hand for a bit, then climbed up the side of the house! Never seen her do that before. Why didn't she just go in the human door? She kept saying "oh no, my keys". Tchah. Just feed me. Jet engine metabolism, you know. Just a tad hungry.
That's better.
Right. If Ash ever shuts up, I might get back to sleep.
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