LIFE WITH OUR NEW SLAVES - Part Two

In the last issue of Cat Chat my sister, Sykie, told you about our move to our new slaves, Yvonneand Malcolm. She has nagged me into putting paw to keyboard to tell you what has happened since (mostly to me!)

In early December when our slaves were writing Christmas cards I was in deep meditation on the dining room table when the peace was shattered by a loud bang as a silly pigeon crashed into dining room window just behind me. The shock of being so rudely brought to life caused me somersault onto the dining chair aggravating an old war wound, which my slaves knew not thing about.

A few days later my No. 1 slave discovered by my frantic and fruitless digging that I was having trouble in the litter tray department and 1 was taken to the Cat Clinic in Southsea where a nice (Aunty Patti), not knowing my medical history, thought 1 had feline cystitis and gave me tablets take which weren't too bad. It was only when the problem returned in the New Year that an X-Ray revealed the extent if the injury to my back. I was given a further course of treatment but before this had time to work I had to be rushed back to the Clinic on a Saturday night where Patti's colleague Trudi aided by her husband Simon, both dressed in evening wear and on their way Patti's birthday party did some unspeakable things to me, which did the trick.

I have had to make several visits to the Cat Clinic since, where the nurses Lisa Dawn and Rachel have helped me to recover and become members of my fan club.
Sykie, meanwhile, has had to join their weight watchers group as she has become a real eat ing -machine and we are now on special (and different) diets. This is causing our slaves some problem which we are probably making worse as we are having great fun in swapping dishes, meaning they cannot be too sure whether we are eating the correct quantity of our diets. Just to make matters worse for them, but to cause great fun for us, we are still having our fish ration which we have been able to increase, as I will only eat my tablet mixed with fish while I like eating the majority of biscuits from a dish hidden beneath their pillows while they are asleep at three or four o'clock in morning!

Life is still good fun for both of us despite my troubles and long may it remain so! Dictated by Prof with a few chuckles from Sykie in the background to his No.1 slave Malcolm.