MY EGG TOILET!

The other day fart said that he was going to buy me an 'igloo'.

Now I’ am a cat.  Some say that I am a beautiful, intelligent and loving cat.  Beautiful cause I looks like my mummsy, intelligent cause I thinks like my mummsy and loving cause that IS my mummsy.

BUT, I have an issue in that I do not even know what an igloo is.  I have my kitty loo tray which I have been using since I was a cuddly little kitten.  Sometimes if I am sitting in the garden and caught short, I leave my visiting cards in the garden.  Those are covered up and left neatly where they disturb nobody else.

Ever since we moved to South Africa, I have found that local’s accent a little bit discerning.  My great grand mummsy (on my mummsy’ side) had the same problem. When fart told her that he had, ‘tripped over a peg in the garden.’ She thought he had said pig.  Then he said to her ‘More is a nogger dag.’ - Afrikaans for- ‘tomorrow is another day’. She thought he had said ‘Morris is a rubber duck.’

Now we have this igloo thing.  Too me, and bearing the above in mind, that it sounds like a toilet for unhatched fowl eggs! Now – am I right or am I wrong.

Anyway, in ‘it’ (Fart) comes the other day, with an ‘igloo’. It is a ‘bed’ for me!

Now why could you cut out all the drama, stress and pulpatations you put me through and just tell me it is a ‘queen’s bed’.  Remember those beds with canopies?  Well that is what this reminds me of.  But it keeps me warm at night.

And I love it Fart.  You are such a love.

‘Silly old sod.’ – as mummsy would say.

I just love him....sometimes