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Felix
hasn't been home since yesterday teatime.
Thunderthighs is wandering around with a face like a smacked arse.
If he comes and stares at me as if I can do
something about it once more I think I shall scream.
Living with somebody else's anxiety is really
really hard.
Mrs
Leftfoot You're
all up early?
Bentonbag It's the heat!
Actually I'm up
and Thunderthighs is up. Ferretfingers is
still in bed and Fester is lying in a darkened room watching telly and wearing
nothing but a small towel.
Mrs
Leftfoot I'm speechless.
Mrs
Banjoman At
least he has a towel. Although I wish I
could now mentally unsee this image...
Mrs
Leftfoot Thank
goodness. I thought it was just me!
Mrs
Poet It must be awful, Ben?
You have my sympathy as well as my undying admiration.
Bess
Cavalier Our
Freddie hasn't been coming home much in this heat either, not even for his
10.00pm slice of ham. He's been staying
out all night, shooting in for breakfast first thing, then out again.
Bentonbag Felix is back. All is well in Chateau Midden. Thunderthighs has decided he will go out
after all. Teddy is looking through the back window and is not
amused.
Henlady My cats are
staying out too. Titus didn’t come home
for two days. He had been at a
neighbours for snacks I discovered. It’s
the hot weather.
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