WMD

Oh, wow. Beyond my wildest dreams, that was. Humans have changed our biscuits for the small nubbly ones again, thank you very much. They call them "wellbeloved". I call them "barely tolerated". They may be healthy, but they just don't fuel the jet engine metabolism of a Formula One cat - not this one, anyway.

So, last night, went creeping around outside trying to keep the damned jangles from jangling and it worked! Found big crunchy sitting on smaller crunchies and ate the lot. Lovely! And I even managed to ditch the jangles!

That'll teach the male human to wander off for days on end. Don't think the female likes me very much today, though. Shame. Oh, so full and sleepy!