 
by pissu poozer
Midnight April 3rd
It worked! Can you believe it! I finally caught a Hik-rat*. I had
anyway been thinking for a long time all these days-. With this
increased world food prices and the generally high cost of saman tins, I
had decided to put my effort into foraging and hunting so as to help
Marmar with finding food for us. We do appreciate what he does for us,
almost everyday he wears long leggings and gets onto his noisy growling
metal chariot and goes somewhere with a green sack which has some
writing on it.
When he comes back the sack is full of grain and short metal tubes
which when you hit them out comes lovely soft succulent smelly saman
fish. This he does for us often.
He must be a very efficient hunter as he never comes home saman-less!
This put me to shame at the amount of years a healthy young tom cat like
me, supposedly a very efficient predator, has been living off this kind
ape descendent, without doing any predating.
Therefore I decided to somehow catch a rat and it worked! The fact
that it was a hik-rat and therefore grey and appetizing looking is an
even better plus point! I shall keep it near the front door to make him
happy the first thing as he steps out in the morning. Its head was kind
of squishy but I adjusted it and I warned the other cats not to touch
it..
April 4th
Aiyo, look will you. Misstress Hacketty, the dear master’s sister
came charging out in the morning no doubt thinking about the staff van
she was late for and skidded in the hikrat**. She screamed with
happiness at the start when seeing my generous present and then - she
picked it by the tail and flung it over the wall into the neighbor’s
garden. I don’t know what to think!! She must be jealous or something
that’s all I can say! But then she normally loves us!
 April 7th
I am still sad about what she did. You think you know a person and
then they go and do something like that to you. It makes me quite
disillusioned. I wish people would be more straightforward. Now take,
for example, her Evil Tall Boyfriend who stays the weekends.
He is openly honest about how much he hates cats. He woke her up
today by saying he had thrown Patchy off the balcony… then he said it
was a joke and had to dodge slippers. He thought it was funny. But, from
all of this I gather that Mistress Hacketty must love us anyway in spite
of the fact that she threw my hard earned hikrat over the wall into the
next door land! I don’t know if I can forgive her for that.
* Editor’s Note: he probably means Hikk meeya or field mouse. Poozer
is obviously not too scientific about the proper names for his food.
* Poozer’s Note: I am not sure if this is correct grammar. Maybe it
should read “skidded on the hikrat” anyway – she put her foot in it. You
get the picture. |
