What I am doing for Lent

I have given up staying indoors all day. I am having more exercise. I am helping more about the place, watching the birds , looking for vermin, looking for frogs, looking for some decent food,supervising THEM. I think Spring might be soon.

A Prophecy for you

Well now you know what will be. I am going to be beatified. Living here with over 60's has been my training ground. I know their foibles. I can read HIS moods and HER moods. I know what pleases them ,and I spend my days devoting myself to their needs. I know that one day it will all be written down and called something like ' The practice of the presence of a divine feline' or 'Confessions of St Samson', or 'Revelations of the love of Divine chocolate' or 'Canticle of the cat creatures'.
In the meanwhile I will just be purrfect.

It was lovely to see you

I really enjoyed your visit. Thank you for all the provisions you got to ensure that I get some decent food. I don't really like the dried stuff. SHE only likes it because it is easy to use and so SHE doesn't have to wash up messy bowls. Thank you too for the feather ball on the stick. I will enjoy watching and listening as SHE tries to use it to encourage me to be playful. What does she think I am, a Kitten.I know you got it for all the right reasons. You want me to have more exercise, and it will be good for my stretching and feline pilates. SHE is really pleased with those quality dishes and plates you bought for HER and HIM. They used them tonight as they ate their Kedgeree. (The skin is on a bowl outside the back door, but I am pretending I haven't seen it). SHE said to HIM that THEY loved their day out in Whitby.
Here is a picture of me contemplating what is forbidden and banned.

Meet me in the kitchen

I am really glad you have come to see me. YOU and other HIM. I have missed you. If you come into the kitchen you will see that my bowl is empty. The pouches are in the bag by the side of the fridge...Please Ben

Now you see what I mean

I was not making it up, I am being bullied. These felines are not my friends. Who do they think they are coming to my safe environment. They are worrying HIM and HER during the night with their caterwauling. It is not me at all. I told you at the onset. I am glad THEY have been spotted , and in broad daylight. Now you all see why I am scared to go out, and need extra facilities indoors. Two of them are new. Ginger I do not mind. They are not my gang. SHE is getting a new water pistol , whatever that is.

Fur Flying

Benjamin, SHE now knows what it means. SHE heard with her own ears, and flew downstairs to rescue me but HE got here first. It was that grey long haired feline with the yellow eyes. I tried to see him off, but was not quite quick enough. SHE sprayed some Savlon on my paws and made suitable caring type noises. I was impressed. I disappeared off for an hour. They couldn't find me and were worried. I heard her calling in that simpering concerned voice:
'Samson?'
'Samson?'
but I went to lick my wounds in my secret place and came back when I had licked the wretched Savlon off and done what cats do. SHE put a dish of my favourite food by the back door. I smelled it at once.
I am recovering now, am not limping and am playing it for all its worth.

The cold spell

Benjamin , I am in disgrace again. I am living here in the wilds of the North, where people talk in a peculiar way, wear nothing but North Face and Craghoppers and stupid hats like Sherpas,and I am expected to be one of them. It is far too cold to go out.I have been discreet but I have been found out.I now have to remain in the kitchen at night , and SHE keeps manhandling me and putting outside the back door with a simpering 'be a good boy'. How the mighty are fallen!
At least OLD SHE likes me and understands.