A blog about the English life of an American kitty who lives with one human woman and one indentured servant man and sometimes two young boys.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Pumpy and I had a real bust-up in the middle of the night. So much so that the lady bean had to come downstairs in her housecoat and slippers and moderate our dispute. It was noted this morning that Pumpy and I usually have these bad fights in cold weather and they are usually because one of us -- PUMPY -- tries to steal a warm spot away from someone else.