Just as I like to go outside on my terms - ie when it suits me (see last posting) - equally I don't like to be made to come inside when I'm having fun outdoors.
At this time of year, the evenings are warm and there are lots of moths to chase. I don't see why I should have my fun curtailed just because it's dark, so I'm very good at scampering away whenever my servants try and grab me.
They try and lure me in with cat treats but I wasn't born yesterday.
My servants say the foxes that live in our park come out in the evening but I'm very accomplished at frightening them off. They may be bigger than I am but I'm fiercer.
Anyhow, it's raining today so maybe I won't spend much time outside this evening. I think I'll relax on a comfy cushion on the sofa.
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Mewsings of a London cat who enjoys tuna fish, sleeping, and living in Fulham
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