A week full of the usual trappings, the grooming, the sleeping, the eating, the cuddling, nonetheless a week of fruitful incidents. Whilst sitting on the shed roof surveying my land I felt a slight discomfort of my gastrointestinal tract. Unassuming I thought, until an excruciating pain reverberated through my stomach. A mild panic ensued when I found myself short of breath proceeded by what I can only describe as an extreme oropharyngeal response resulting in pharyngeal and velar contractions. In those few moments a lifetime passed before me; my mother, the cold streets of my childhood, my new family, and that liver p?t? from last week. This was it, surely the end. But at that moment a matted flocculent projectile dislodged from my throat, a hair ball? Exhilaration and euphoria flowed through me, still alive and well, and the proud owner of my first fur ball.


So enthralled by my creation I donated it to the elders, I will await their reactions when they return. Perhaps in the future I may invade Ashley's wardrobe, a polite reminder that I may require further grooming. Later on that day I attempt to bask in the sun on the patio, when to my dismay what appeared to be a giant scaled worm caught my eye. The placid creature didn't react to my paw patting, and after a few minutes my attention had wandered.

Sadly the elders were not enthralled with their gift; clearly I shall have to try harder in future. I concluded the day by spending several hours watching for the unsuspecting squirrel to hop just a little too close. My hiding place was carefully chosen, in the groove between the lawn and the raised planting bed camouflaged in with the orange chippings. Today however was not my day, mother spotted me and gave that disapproving glare she has. I stretched my body innocently, as if I were not hiding at all, and smiled as the squirrel hopped away. At least next week has focus, I have a camping trip planned for the weekend; can't wait to escape the family.