Hapy New Year?

New Year's Day and already my mother and I have suffered the indignity of being banished to the wild, windy and wet outdoors on a minor technicality.  Okay, we might have been ripping the sofa to shreds - but it was underneath where no-one would see the damage and all those claw marks add such a lot to the décor of the room.  The old woman didn't agree.  Not only did she banish us both, she took photos of us trying to force our way back in.  Yes, I am lashing my tail in royal rage; my coiffure is utterly disarranged and I shall need some ferocious grooming by my sister who was not subjected to the outdoor banishment.

 

me in downpour and bad temper

 

my mother, Beryl le Feral, also in a towering rage.  The old woman is lucky she hasn't been turned into a toad.  Beryl has not yet forgiven her for rescuing me and my siblings from the cardboard box in the shed where Beryl had absentmindedly hidden us during our fourth week of life.  She accepts the indoor life these days as long as she has a warm comfy bed and lots of food.

 

Beryl fulminating against the hard-heartedness of the old woman; she is also giving the evil eye to Twinkle le Feral, my sister, who was lolling about in idle luxury while my mother and I suffered.

I am too ruffled to tell you more today.

 

Twinkle, rolling around the chair laughing at our predicament.  She will pay, I tell you.