See the fluffy kitty sitting on the wall in this picture? Her name is Spud. She belongs to my neighbour and she’s lovely. (She’s also the spitting image of a cat I had named Fred while growing up, which means every time I see her I feel a bit sad.) Anyway, I just leaned out of my living room window and spent ten minutes having a conversation with Spud. It went something like this:
Me: “Hey, Spud!”
Me: “Watcha doin’?”
Me: “Why are you sitting in the rain, puss?”
Me: “Are you bored?”
You get the gist. Every time I spoke, Spud replied. It was hilarious. She even jumped up on the wall so she was nearer to my window. I bloody LOVE cats, I do.
Now it’s thundering and Spud is nowhere to be seen. I wonder if she’s talking to the thunderclaps?