Here I am having a manly laze in the sun yesterday. Mum got a new flashy box thing and has been pointing it at us and making lots of flashies (I still have the spots in front of my eyes).
Today I came in from my nightly escapades sporting a limp and a painful shoulder, of course being a manly mancat I am pretending it doesn't hurt and I am refusing to tell my mum how I came about to have this limp.
Mum says no doubt being a tom cat about town. However there has been talk of the v-e-t if my limp hasn't improved by the end of the day. Mum has even got the carry box in from the shed, so I am making myself scarce. Mum had to call me for lunch several times more then normal.
Please could have had lots of puurrs that my leg feels better tomorrow or I will have to go to that v-e-t place! *shudders*