Everything went well with the Incredible Cat Transfer. The drop-dead gorgeous vet had done all the paperwork perfectly. He looked kind of disappointed when I turned up. He said everyone had fallen in love with the kitty during the two weeks she was with him including his own daughter. He could have given her away a hundred times. Ironic, really. Never mind. Once I have a plan, I try to carry it through and I had already paid for her ticket. Her pathetic little scrap of a body got transported all alone on a separate plane from ours. It was terrifying handing her over to the cargo people. We were truly wuzzed that she would get on the wrong plane and end up in Dubai and starve to death.
We decided to call her Ithaca. Alfie has amended this to Ithacat. She freaked out big time when she first met the dogs, but is already chasing them off Bashi’s bed with a crazy sideways four-pronged leap and spiked-up tail. She is exploring the house and garden. You should have seen Fattipus’ face when he looked up from his food and saw her on my shoulder. He is used to seeing Kiki the grey parrot on my shoulder, so he did a double-take and thought he was losing his mind. Like ‘shit, I swear that parrot is starting to look very much like a cat.’ They will definitely be great friends once he has recovered from thinking his food has been spiked.
Now, very important. Fred thinks we found Ithacat in the garden. Yes. So please be slightly careful if you meet him not to mention the fact she came over from Greece. I have obviously hidden the box festooned with labels such as ’live cat’ which could have been a bit of a giveaway.
Adventures of the Gin Club part 3 is up. Beware, as Gwanny has branded it quite rightly as ‘far too rude this week.’
During the week I went camping with Janet and lots of friends from long ago, Annie, Nellen, Chrissy, Simon. We were on a deserted beach in Norfolk. Big, glossy seals keep popping their heads up and watching you with their shiny black googly eyes as you swim. You can’t help being worried they are going to bite you on the bum. It’s wild. Nellen has been there a while and has decided it is a nudist beach. She left her knickers on the sand and went in for a swim. When she came out of the water, her knickers had gone! Janet’s dog, Bug, had taken them and was trundling about, delighted with his find. Would he give them back? Would he fuck! He knew he was being a naughty boy but he didn’t care. He tossed them up in the air casually, pretending he was going to let her have them, and then rampaged off again. We will have this hilarious image of naked Nellen chasing Bug around the beach til the day we die and now so will you. I gift it you!