Having completed their "masterpiece" they carried me out of the warm house and tried to take my photo in the snow. I keep my claws sharpened for this exact threat scenario, and their blood dripping from shredded hands meant they would never try such a stunt again!The house is cold despite the heating being turned up, and so I have demanded blankets and have taken to eating my breakfast and then retreating for the morning on to my female owner's lap to seek extra warmth. She does not seem to appreciate such company because it impedes her tapping her inane ramblings on the keyboard!
I have ventured out in the last few days, but now the snow has been replaced by freezing fog, frost and sleet, and my sensitive paws can take it no longer!
Since I am not a lover of this sort of Winter Wonderland, I shall hibernate next year. I have heard that Bear Kin pile on the pounds in the Summer in order to sleep through the Winter, and I feel I could manage such strategy with aplomb.
After all it encompasses two of my three hobbies; eating and sleeping! How hard can it be?
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Dear Mr Patterson (Gilbert writes),
How we feel for you. Our owners insist on pushing us out of the front door 'for our own good', they say, though I am rather convinced it is for THEIR own good. Walking on snow is nearly as bad as walking in a puddle, and where's the fun in that?
Thankfully they have been at home for the last few days so the heating has been on, and my brother and I have retreated to the safety of our bed thoughtfully placed on top of the cupboard in the utility room with the boiler, which is as it should be.
Last week Sullivan took the sensible step of hiding in the airing cupboard - after all, it is the warmest spot - however his thoughtless owner failed to anticipate this (as they should anticipate our every need and whim, as you know and as they so frequently fail to do- humans, eh?). So, he was stuck in there whilst the power shower rumbled on. He fought back manfully though my making a complete mess of the loo rolls stored in there. I can only applaud his clear thinking under trying circumstances.
We are slightly concerned about the next few weeks, however, as the bathroom is being replaced, and we foresee days of being locked in the kitchen so as to avoid 'helping'. And I am sure the heating will be off. Hmm. We'll certainly voice our displeasure in the evenings.
At times like this we must use our catty wiles to find those warm places that are 'difficult to reach' for human arms.
Keep strong, Comrade Patterson!
Comrade Gilbert. Brother Sullivan. I feel for your plight - no heating? And for what? A new bathroom?? What is wrong with a few well placed licks - what do these humans get up to, that they need such elaborate washing facilities?
Good luck in finding those warm places - there is the space behind the cooker that gets lovely and warm and is completely unreachable!
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