And for all we laughed, there was a dead possum in our yard, and I swear I was not behind it. A friend of ours found a dead possum under its favourite branch of her tree. She said with the heat there are dead possums and bats all over Melbourne. Sad.
Where are you, Chenna? E hasn't starved you to death yet has she?
Welcome to my blog. Ellen thinks it will help me understand myself better. She keeps telling me my behaviour is socially unacceptable. But isn't a cat supposed to hiss, bite and scratch? Wouldn't you get grumpy if you got dragged to the vet every second month? I don't think I'm abnormal. When I'm not sleeping I stare out windows, or eat, or stalk the perimeter of the garden to make sure there are no intruders. You know, typical cat stuff. I only attack people sometimes. But read on and judge for yourself . . .
PS Ellen may rue the day she made me do this. If therapy she wants, then therapy she'll get. (Devilcat indeed!)