New cat - possibly!

[Highmileagecob]

So glad everything is working out, and RC has mastered the outdoors. Hooligan Cat has discovered butterflies, and had to be unhooked from the curtains last week after chasing a bluebottle. Almost lost a life after pouncing on visiting son's Akita from behind the sofa. Hope you are both catching up on sleep

 

[Lurfy]

Senor Rodriguez Catto sounds very happy with his new digs and cat slave in attendance. He is such an adventurous cat!

 

[Ratface]

Rodriguez Catto wishes me to thank his admirers for their sage advice. He sympathises with HC re having to be unhooked from curtains. He had to undergo the same wholly unnecessary rigmarole this morning. This is his story: he was engaged in the planned murder of a mosquito. The mosquito was trapped underneath the lace nets that Cat Mother has on her windows. I wanted to remove the mosquito and got my scimitar claws trapped. She wanted to take the curtains down. I wanted to kill and eat the mosquito. Of course, I won. Cat Mother has retreated to her bunk. I'm eating fresh wet Chicken Sheba. I don't know where the net curtains are and I don't care. Yours, Rodriguez Catto. ♡♡

 

[Highmileagecob]

Never a dull moment is it? I am packing up the house ready to move, which the Hooligan finds extremely interesting. Assemble cardboard box, remove cat from box. Empty contents of cupboard, wrap and pack. Remove cat from cupboard. Store full box under the stairs, lose cat for half an hour until a faint wailing heard from under the stairs. Cat emerges covered in cobwebs and spiders and proceeds to roll around on the rug. Great fun.

 

[Ratface]

Rodriguez Catto says "Huh, Hooligan Cat! I raise you - standing on my very long hind legs, pulling down newspapers that Tiresome Cat Mother has stuffed into an interesting gap in the headlining of Cat Mother's preferred lair. I sloped into the plasterer's oblong bucket and assumed the loaf position and pretended to doze. Foolish Cat Mother returned to her library book. Ha! Quick as a flash, I sprung up to the considerable length of my pole-vaulter hind legs, grabbed the newspapers and landed back in the plasterer's bucket. Unfortunately, the papers completely covered me, so I was unable to see the look of amazement on Cat Mother's face. She unloaded me from the PB, carried me into the galley, offered a Cheese Dreamie and played games with The Fevver on A Stick. I went along with all these blandishments. I'll Be Back. When she least expects it.
Keep The Faith, Brother!