I went to the rooftop Cat Club on Friday, which was a lot of fun. There was a Happy Hour deal on full-fat bowls of milk. How can anything so good be so bad for you?
Although no one actually said anything to me directly, I’m pretty sure that they were all talking about my shiny coat. It looked especially good in the moonlight.
I didn’t meet pretty Pippa, which a bit worrying. I hope she hasn’t gone off with that ruffian Tom.