March 25th 2013 11:40 pm
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We were having a very happy evening. Mum was telling me the wonderful news about my diary having been picked once again which is a great honour. Also she was reading out the lovely things that people had said about me in my latest picture. My mum tells me I am handsome but she sort of has to (it comes in a human's job spec when they take on a cat) so I felt very special to hear that from other cats.
Then mum noticed a dark prescence lurking in the back of my lair.
"What's that in your lair Toby?" she asked.
I glanced in. "Some fiendish prey that I caught on my latest hunting trip and brought back for later."
She went closer. "Mind out," I called, "I may have only stunned it. It could come to and strike out."
She reached her hand in and pulled it out.
"Where did you get my sock?" Then she looked at the laundry rack with clothes all hanging to dry and now an odd number of socks. "Oh I see."
"It took some subduing that one but I was fearless," I told her. "You don't know what happens when you aren't here to supervise."
Anyway mum decided to ignore my warnings and dice with danger and the sock is now back hanging with its mate on the rack. But it had better not try anything again. Mum was lucky I was here to capture it the
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MOL! Those socks can't be trusted!
Oh my Cat, the suspense was KILLING me. Sure glad it wasn't a rat or a snake.