Friday night I went to the Cat Club in the hopes of seeing that gorgeous She Cat again. I serenaded everyone with my version of Frank Sinatra’s “I did in Meow Way”, which always goes down well.
Then wonder of wonders, I see the She Cat. I plucked up my courage and went to say hello, and ask her if she would like to sing a karaoke duet. She refused but did agree to come over for a bowl of milk on Monday. Then she scampered off. Her name is Pippa, which I think is very very pretty name.
Saturday night I spent exploring the rooftops, and stayed up very late. Sunday I slept all day, on top of a piece of mobile furniture, the Tall things call them cars.
Hiding from the sun
Diary of the cat at work 
Well purrs and tunas to you dude! Nice perch you have there. I purrsonally prefer the humans’ king sized bed. I even let them sleep in it occasionally!
Good luck with Pippa… Unless, you happen to prefer a lovely tortoiseshell variety (me)! I promise I won’t come after you fur kitten support (spayed)!!
They call me Shrimp!
Purrs and salmon to you Shrimp! That’s really nice of you to let the Tall Things sleep on your bed 🙂 Gosh, well, I’m a bit hooked on Pippa, but do you ever go to the Cat Club, it’s on Friday nights.
Dang… Well, can’t blame a kat fur trying!
Cat club? Never heard of it till now…. Hmmm. Got to check this out! Where is it??
(trills)!
The Cat Club is really great. Every Friday night on the rooftops and sometime after midnight. They have karaoke and usually some sort of Happy Hour on the milk.
Purrfect!! I’m going to start one!! Thanks fur the idea!