Plum and I are a bit frazzled . Every time we turn around, there is a cat under our feet. We have now decided to call the-cat-with-no-name Tailor because he has a large black tail at the end of a white body. He now comes to see us several times a day. Yesterday, we had to go out in search of Molly who had been missing for a couple of hours. When I found her, I locked her in and went to find Plum to let her know all was well . When she went upstairs, she thought she had gone dizzy because the bed in the spare room seemed to be moving. In fact, it was Tailor who had come in while we were out and plonked himself on the bed and started washing. Because he is white and the bed cover is very light, Plum didn't realise he was there. He had made himself so comfortable in our absence that it made us feel like absolute rats to throw him out in the rain. But, we needn't have worried, because Henry popped in just at the right moment and escorted him off what he regards as his premises. Fine Then we were pinned down by Henry who had come in out of the rain for a smackerel and a comfy lap. An hour later he also went home and left the house in peace to Molly. Phew!!!! Oh for a bit of frantic Christmas shopping it's much quieter!!
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