Thursday 6 November 2014


It was raining last night so I loudly sang the song of my people at the back door until my human let me in.

He tried to wipe my paws, which he knows I don't like, so I shook out the rain in my fur all over him.

I realised I hadn't marked everything with my scent recently, and when I sniffed some chairs, they didn't smell of me. This is bad. I own these things.

I had to set off round my home, marking everything again. I rubbed against all table legs, an armchair, a sofa, a plant pot, four doors, and I had to headbutt a coffee table.

By the time I'd finished I was exhausted, so I had some biscuits and a nap. I may have dribbled.

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