I decided it was time for a change. I have been here a couple of months nearly and decided that being good is tedious. Firstly, I scratch on things, nothing too serious yet but I am just testing the water. The slaves try to dissuade me but fairly gently so I reckon I could step up a gear soon. At the moment, it is just a chair, wicker baskets and the Front door but hey, the World's a scratching post you know. Secondly, I like to get them worried so I leap about on the landing, above the stairs as if I am about to fly off into the void and drop the whole way down to the ground floor. Even more fun is to balance on the handrail surrounding the steps down into the cellar. I make sure they are watching and pretend to go all wobbly and fall. But all I do then is to grab the handrail and hang there for a while, swinging my rear end around in space. Then I climb back up and parade a bit more. Finally, I get up onto the kitchen worktops. That is quite good fun, nosing around for any bits of cheese rind that might be destined for the birds; poking my head into the sink and so on. Inevitably, that ends with me being scooped off and dumped back on the floor. Sometimes, if I get myself sorted first, I thwart the slaves' efforts and jump down. Like I said in an earlier post, everything seems to have shrunk. Except me of course, I am the same size.
Had my portrait done a few days ago ...
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