Pebbles Having a Hard Time
A pigeon pal in Doncaster knows a pigeon in Carlisle who, through various connections, knows a pigeon in West Lothian who knows a cat called Pebbles. Pebbles lives with someone called Susan Boyle. Turns out Susan Boyle has just done quite well in a TV Show. Anyway, Pebbles had been used to having it large. Susan lives on her own and doesn’t even have a boyfriend. Basically around the house 24/7, stroking on demand. Food never far away. Comfy bed. Occasional pillow action. Wandering the surfaces whenever the mood struck. Now, he reckons it’s all changed. She’s out most of the time for a start and then, when she comes back, she barely notices he’s around. He reckons she far too busy getting interviewed or doing her hair.
He hopes this is only a transition and everything will be back to normal soon. I said to say that it was the price of fame and he’d better get used to it. I also told him not to worry tho and that Bo, was having a right wail of a time, apparently.
Had a nice surprise yesterday morning. Out and about with Mart on the sniff for something when word got out there was a more than half decent throwaway on Tottenham Court Road. Never get that kinda shit in the West End. Brick Lane, maybe. But Tottenham Court Road? Anyway, turns out the word was bang on.
Best throwaway in ages:
Smashing, despite the greasy carrots.
Thankfully, word hadn’t got very far and there was plenty to go round. Stuffed ourselves. No wonder I didn’t sleep much last night.