It's four years to the day, evidently, since I was dragged away from my nice comfy wooden bench at Evesham Cats Protection, and made to live with my new slaves here.
Can't see what all the fuss is about, myself. It's all the same to me.
I start each day with two breakfasts and then have a kip on the settee in the kitchen.
Then, after a lunch and several treaty-fishy-biscuits, I have a kip in the afternoon on the bed.
Finally, after my two evening meals (and a damn -good 'proverbial') I settle down in the evening on the settee in the living room for a 10 hour overnight kip.
But, never fear, well before 6 o'clock I shall be back in the bedroom, with my lead boots on, to get the buggers up nice an' early for the first of my two breakfasts and the start of another day.
It's what they appreciate.
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