Settling In

Well it's been the best part of a week now gentle reader and I'm settling in quite nicely. I still haven't fully forgotten nor forgiven the way I was roughly handled to get me down here and it's going to take some time before I'm over that one let me tell you. But other than that I'm doing well. I have re-commandeered the bed and use it whenever I damn well please. In fact, I'd forgotten just how comfy it was. It's a good bit higher than the one at my caravan and therefore requires more agility on my behalf but that's not really a problem for a cat of my prowess. I've been back up on the roof a few times and have been enjoying teasing dogs on the other side of the towpath from there. The mooring is nothing to shout about and so far I haven't seen a single mouse although there are a couple of gobshite squirrels that seem to think they own the place. I shall sort them out in due course. What there also is though is quite a few other boats for me to clamber on and explore and I've given one or two of them a good going over already. They're not as good as my boat though of course.

Ange and the lummox are keeping the place warm (as they should) and I have had a good many tasty treats coming my way too. That's obviously an attempt to curry favour with me after what happened last Monday but I'm enjoying it none-the-less. The worst thing about it all really is that there is no mains electricity and so the engine has to be run every other day which of course disturbs my sleep during the the hours of daylight. Added to this there's the other annoyance of the alarm clock they've gone and bought. Every weekday morning at precisely five o'clock its beep beep beep bloody beep. Wakes me up with a start it does. At least that horrible noise signals that I'm about to have the bed all to myself though.

There are a couple of new features that have been added to my boat in my absence as well. Firstly there is a new wheelhouse with two very sexy looking catflaps which are befitting of a cat of my stature and social standing. I'm enjoying them immensely. Also there is a side hatch where there used to be a window. Apparently the humans put it there as an other means of escape in case of fire which is total bollocks in my opinion. They've sneaked it in so that they can feed the ducks and spend valuable time oohing and aahing at them. I'll tell you one thing my friends, in my eyes it's not for the ducks, it's for me. I shall be using it as an alternative means of entering and exiting the boat purely for my own amusement. Ergo - my boat, my side hatch! Not a lot else has changed though since I last saw the old place.

Overall, it's good to be back. Pixie Poo Poo is master of the canal boat Walrus yet again. And when I say master I mean it. Do you know what the lummox got given for a birthday present last year? A hat with the word 'captain' on it. Captain my arse! He couldn't captain a rubber ring in the swimming baths. Oafish great numpty that he is. There's only one captain on this boat and she's small, black, furry and gorgeous. I'll leave you to work that one out.

See you soon


PPP x