The Boy Who Was Raised As a Dog, Bruce D Perry and Chicken for Dinner

It's raining today. Well, it is now. First thing this morning it was okay. I thought Mum and Dad would have longer in bed as it's Sunday. Mum got up to make tea and give us breakfast. Hettie gobbled something down and then shot outside. I thought I would have a bit of time curled up on the bed...but no, they were both up like a shot and getting dressed. Heading off to Balmain apparently to have breakfast. 

So now it is raining. The wet drops of water are cold. I don't feel them at first because my coat is so thick. Eventually though the water starts to make its way down to my skin and by then its all too late and I look so tatty. I have to spend so much time with my legs up around my neck trying to dry my bits and my coat. You see when you are a high class pussy cat there are standards of beauty that you have to comply with. Because I'm purrfect I have to be always looking good.

I think I can smell chicken in the oven. Mmm...its good. If I hang around long enough and make a fuss I just might get some.

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Not Without Hope...Cold Winter's and Nick Schuyler

I love my Mum. I love my Mum all the time. She is so good to us. I know she is good and I know that she loves me and Hettie. I think that Hettie needs to keep her nose out a bit more and let me have all the love and warmth. Loving Mum is warm coz we snuggle up in the bed on Saturday and Sunday mornings and in the evening when she watches the picture box. I just stretch out and relax and soak up all the love and warmth. Us pussycats need that warmth during these cold winter nights, especially when you are left outside all day. Its hard work being a little cat trying to keep warm, so I deserve a big long rest in the evenings after dinner. That Nick Schuyler thinks he had it all tough looking all sorrowful on the TV...just because he got caught in deep water. He did loose his friends though and I'm really sorry about that..but people don't realise how tough it is being a cat!

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The Sun, Twilight and Stephenie Meyer

It's that time of year. Rather than skulk away into the shade to keep cool Hettie is out hunting every little bit of sun that she can find. She keeps moving around the garden to follow the sun and top up her tan. The tall trees at the back mean that the sun struggles to penetrate at times and only small slivers of sun shine their light onto the lawn. So Hettie moves like a pinball from one spot to the other. I think us girls need to be careful. I'm not sure the sun is doing us any good. I'm happy to stay white and safe. So I'm just going to curl up with another Stephenie Meyer and read my new Twilight book.

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It's a beautiful...

It's a beautiful Easter Monday in Sydney and the Sun is shining. The air is a bit cool though so after breakfast we jumped straight on the bed because Mum and Dad were having a cup of tea. I could here the birds singing. Hettie and I can always hear the birds...there are so many of them, but they won't let us catch them. We did get one once and it really upset Mum.

Anyway we didn't feel like going out into the garden. Sitting on the bed was a much better idea. I was just getting comfy and Dad was up and Mum too. She got dressed and went downstairs to her gym. Michael Jackson was on the radio. I think he's dead now.

I suppose we better get up too and find a spot in the garden to sleep. Someones upsetting the neighbours dogs so I don't suppose its going to be a peaceful day. It's better when everyones gone off to work. I'll be glad when this holidays over. Now where is Hettie?

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Last night Hettie...

Last night Hettie didn't come home after dinner. That was naughty as Mum doesn't like her to stay out at night. It was cold as well because it is nearly mid autumn in Sydney. I don't know where she went...she never tells me!

Some people came round for dinner with Mum and Dad so perhaps they scared Hettie off. I did hear Dad get up early morning...grumbling in his sleep and then the door slid open and Hettie came in. Carrying on as usual about the cold, but its her own fault. Of course I was still in my bedroom which is also Mum's bathroom. I sat up waiting for my younger sister to appear and I wanted an explanation for keeping me up with worry all of last night.

However, something more important transpired when Dad appeared with the biscuit packet thingy and Hettie rabbited on and on and I had already forgotten what I had forgotten.