We’ve had visitors.
There are four of them, but these two like to torment Wally.
It’s a wonder he can see them through the dirty windows. (Guess what I’ll be doing today).
Pickles can’t help but get involved, especially when there might be trouble.
But that cat has Pickles’ number.
“Wotch you lookin’ at boiii?”
(Actually Pickles is a girl but I try to keep all the cats grouped into one sex, just to avoid confusion. To all you cat psychologists out there, there is no evidence that this is why Pickles eats for comfort, or has aggressive tendencies. She’s just fat because that’s how she likes it and she considers it her duty to protect her family. As we all should …).
Here he’s asking.
“Really Wol, You need a Pickles cat to protect you?
I have disdain for you all”.
“I cannot even look you in the face, and my brother, he licks his behind at you”.
(You might not be able to tell just by reading this, but he has a French accent. (It’s beyond me how they got here). However, he likes to swap up the accent a bit with a little East End London at times – as with the, “Wotch you lookin’ at boiii”, comment. It works better for the, in your face, attitude but he seems to prefer his native tongue for contempt. As in this excellent example).
Let’s just hope things don’t get this bad.