Why I love the summer!

By Keogh The Cat on May 27, 09 01:35 PM

Call me eccentric, but with the warm weather here I've started staying indoors at night.

Real cats stay out during winter. Hot nights are for tourists.

I've been out, with my mate Ginger, in blizzards. "What's that chinking noise?" I asked him during one particularly cold evening.

"It's me," he shivered. "I haven't been neutered."

"It's no good attacking that," laughed Ginger as I leapt at a figure in the snow. "You won't do any good - it's a snowman."

I certainly scared him, though. Next day he was standing in his own puddle.

And I'm sure he said something as I was about to strike. I'm sure he asked: "Do you smell carrots."

Summer, however, is a great season to be a cat and a prime time for hunting. Kightly, the kitten who shares my humble abode, still hasn't mastered catching birds and
rodents. She spends her time mauling insects. Still, time's fun when you're having flies, I suppose.

This morning the biggest bird you've even seen strode into my garden and fanned its huge tail as I stalked it. Scary it, was - and the tail had all, like, eyes on it.

"That's all you need," said Chalkie, "a bird who can look out of its backside."

Apparently, it's a peacock, which is an 'ornamental' bird. Stick one of those on top of your telly and you'd only get glimpses of EastEnders, which is no bad thing.

I think the three flying ducks on the wall are more appropriate.

I've learnt to my cost there are some birds you can hunt and some birds best left alone - like that one with the big hooked beak and shrieking call. What's it called? Celine Dion.