Oh dear! It’s that time again. The humans are taking two
weeks off work for a holiday and that can only mean one thing. My peace and
quiet is going to be shattered for a fortnight. They’ll probably want to go off
cruising with my boat and so I’ll have to endure that again. I mean it
could be fun, mousing in new places and all that, but damn it I have a routine
and now it’s going to be disturbed. The holiday starts today and no doubt it
will be heralded by a drinking session during which the lummox will probably
disgrace himself again. As usual.
I don’t know why they feel they have to take time off work
but it seems to be a thing that all humans do. Us cats don’t take time off from
our busy lives so why should they. I can just picture the scene over the next
couple of weeks. They’ll be lying in bed all morning, lolling about on the
couch all day. Coming in and out and making noise and generally ballsing up my
life. The boat will be awash with alcoholic beverages of all kinds and they
will more than likely fill themselves with South Asian cuisine to the point
where much blowing off takes place again.
Why can’t they bugger off to the seaside or even better to
Torremalinos or somewhere and give me some peace? That Becky and Erin can come
down and feed me and cater for my needs. Just so long as that bloody retriever
stays away I’ll be happy. But no, I’m afraid that for the next 16 days my life
is going to be one of misery and frustration and all because they have to have
a poxy holiday.
The sods!
PPP x
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