A Meowy Goodbye from Tabby

Some may have noticed that Tabby has been absent for the last few days. She is now an eighteen year old lady, and has lived almost all of her nine lives and finds that the kittens should now carry on in her sense of writing the rules and regulations of a feline life.

Her blogging site will probably remain for a further month, but one day it will no longer be here. Being the human she owns, she told me to carry on in her sense of the blog and to pass on any further messages she might have for the benefit of the human race in my own blog Angloswiss Chronicles.

At the moment she says goodbye and remember all the wise feline words she has said over the past years.

Meow

Tabby

“Tabby come here immediately.”

“Is something wrong Mrs. Human?”

“Look at the surface of my sunbed.”

“I am looking, looks very comfortable and by the way, it is my sunbed, very comfortable to lay on when relaxing. Yes, I have spent many happy hours on that bed.”

“Tabby, it is not your sunbed.”

“Who says? Of course you can use it if I do not need it. So what is the problem.”

“It is full of cat fur.”

“And? That is a sign of my possession of the sunbed.”

“That is a sign of an unplesant surface to lay on. I will now have to sped the next hour brushing the fur away.”

“That is OK Mrs. Human, it does not bother me, you can leave it.”

“But it bothers me because I want to lie on it.”

“No chance Mrs. Human, so you can just keep cool. The sunbed is now in the shade and perfect for a few hours feline sleep. You can sit on the chair or perhaps lay on your bed thing indoors.”

“But I want to sit outside and read a book.”

“Then take a chair on the porch, there are 5 chairs and you only need one.”

“Perhaps you could take a chair. You do not need such a large sunbed Tabby, you curl up in any case and do not need the head or foot rest.”

“But looks count Mrs. Human. Imagine sleeping curled up on a chair on the porch and you are stretched out on the sunbed. If one of the other cats sees that I will be the joke of the neighbourhood.”

“Yes Tabby. And if I sit on a chair whilst you sleep on the sunbed, then I will be the joke of the neighbourhood.”

“Not my problem Mrs. Human.”

Tabby