CATS ON TUESDAYI have real helpful cats. Our terrace had turned greenish and to get it white again I had thrown
a jerrican of chlorid over the tiles. That's cheap and practical the rain washes it away and the moss goes away from alone ! Arthur loves the smell of Chlorid, he really gets crazy and behaves like a Kokain consumer ! Rosie not so much, she justed sniffed to be polite.
Arthur sniffs and sniffs and probably waits that he will get high, but apparently the effect is not as he wanted, as you can see.
While I was away he had elected a new sleeping place which is now on Mr. G. computer for at least 24, but from time to time when he comes back from outside he warms his belly on the radiator.
Pookie was fed up to play secretary and watch fishes, she moved into Mr. G's room again and left the desk to Arthur, and sleeps now on the leather armchair which she has arranged to her taste. That means she has scratched so much on the leather that we only can throw this thing away. For the moment it sits there as Pookie's personal scratching post.
The only one restless active is Miss Rosie, here she performs a show with hide and seek of a pink mousie ! The rag resists ! (Fortunately).
Don't forget to visit each other, if possible 3 above and 3 below your name !