First, this chap:
|Ratty in bonnet|
Divine, thanks. Haven't yet succeeded in evicting that obnoxious Mr Macc, but I am persevering. I broke a fang last week, which is annoying - not that its loss spoils my looks as you can hardly tell, but when I 'open wide' I don't look quite as fearsome with three-and-a-half fangs, as I did with the full set. Shame.
Miss Ming & Mr Macc
We are both well, thank you for inquiring. It is a little cooler these days so we are able to take the morning air on the balcony, which we enjoy immensely. Sometimes we are invaded by young Ratty but he is mostly harmless. Silly but harmless. We will not speak of that other creature who is trying to take over our home.
Of course, the others don't know that their world is about to be upended (they don't understand human-speak as well as we do, of course). In the next week or so, cardboard boxes will be infiltrating the peace, accompanied by rolls of bubble wrap (what has happened to the wonderfully rippable and crunchy tissue paper that packers once used?) and then lots of men in big boots. Mother has organised an hotel for us for a few nights, not that that will compensate for the chaos and confusion, at all. We have our territory delineated here. Who knows what mischief that Wolfe will inflict on us in a new house?
I think that is enough cat talk for the time being. There is much news from the street which I will save for another day.