'Today, I went upstairs with Simon and he left me in his study for a little while. He had very kindly left two boxes of chocolates on his desk for me. I only managed to eat one box, the other one fell under a filing cabinet which was very annoying, as I could not get it out. When Simon came back, he was cross with me, I suppose for not having eaten the second box of chocolates he had given me. He won’t let me have them now. Sometimes there is food on the floor in a little bowl as well, but Simon always stops me eating that, I don’t know why. He says it is for Ebony. Why doesn’t she just gobble it all up when she gets it, silly cat, she obviously does not need it. It is a good room to go in, I like it there, you never know what you might find. Oh, I like Simon too, he is looking after me a lot, he says we spend so much time together that we are ‘one’. That is silly. He is human, I am a dog. How would that work, a humog, or a dogum? I don’t think so.'
OK, the next post can be for Ebony.