Those Pesky Birdies!

Greetings, Effurryone!

It's Me here, Caspurr the Tigger-Tabby King!
It's my turn to give all our anipals an update on Life in the New Palace (no, that's not a typo...mol)

Trixie has already told you all that We are impatiently waiting for Mummy to fix up a catio for Us. But we are beginning to lose Hope, because She won't let Us out of the front door at all. She says it's too easy for Us there to jump up and over the gate and out into the street. But We did think She'd be a bit quicker in prepurring the Whiffles Balcony She promised Us. In the meantime, effurrytime one of Us manages to get out onto the big window-sill in the living-room, she gets into a Tizzy, and makes Us come back in!

She's afraid We may over-reach Ourselves trying to catch a birdie, and fall!
Has She fur-gotten that We are Cats, for Heaven's Sake???

Today, She shut Us all in the bedroom while her cleaning-lady was here, because Shimshi kept trying to catch the floor-mop, but She was sorry for that afterwards, because while We were Incarcerated (isn't that a lovely big word? We've just learnt it today!), some really cheeky birdie came and did a Whoopsie on the window of her study! Did you effur hear of such chutzpah?

If We had been at liberty, We would have scared that pesky birdie away!

I have to go now and help snoopervise while Mummy prepares the Shabbat evening meal. After her Big Success at Rosh Hashana, She really got a taste for entertaining, so, for this evening, She has invited Grandpa and Step-Grandma round for a festive meal, together with her brother, who is visiting here from England. You remember our human uncle, don't you, kitties? He's the one who isn't really a cat-purrson. Trixie and I failed to convert him. We shall see if Shimshi has any better luck.

So furr-well for now, anipals. Shabbat Shalom. Have a lovely weekend.