Scratchy's muse
March 20th 2010 03:27
The Bosses have taken to leaving this sliding door into the courtyard open because it is autumn and the air is cool and sweet.
The courtyard is in fact a useless space given that it's barely big enough to chase your tail let alone have a real run in ...
... but it serves a purpose when a sensitive and poetically inclined soul like mine turns to contemplation of the changing of seasons.
Did someone say "dinner"?
No, you doofus, it's at least six hours until dinner. What are you doing lying there anyway?
I am contemplating the change of seasons.
Now I've heard everything.
No-one understands me.
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Comment by Anonymous
Hev yer noticed I've bin off ther line fer er bit? Ut's ther ruddy compooter. We hit er bit uv er snag an ther darn thing hat ter go dahn t'Adlaide ter get fixed. So we gets lumbered with nah way ter write ter yer. Geeze Scratch, I tells yer what, ut's bloody hard tryin ter write longpaw, whot with no oppostable thum (Idunno whut ut is but thut's whut ther Missus ses I need) an half me toes missin. Ut wus more arse than class I cin tell yer, so I gives ut up as er bad job.
We got ut back a garbla days ergo an ther Missus has bin hoggin ther darn thing since then. She got er bit maggoty ova ther bit abaht bullets an wrote ter Chris but she dun let me near ut ter give yer a shout till I stacked on an act terdie. Geeze uts enuf ter make er bloke real snakey.
I tells yer what Scratchy. yer should'a had me good mate Heidi out there ter help with ther rat, she's tops ut chasin mice an things. I'd uv stood with Daisy, I dun like hurtin stuff an I might accidentally swallow ut without givin ut er 10 minute decko ter make sure ut's safe. Stone ther crows,nothin's worth eatin' unless yer've given ut ther once over.
I dunno us Heidi ud be up ter ut, but. She's not feelin all thut clever. She did er blood donation ther other week an goes real lamb brained an dun tell ther Missus she's feelin rough as er pigs breakfast. Ther Missus has er real bad cold an can't think straight or smell er thing, so ut's not till ther Boss gets home last week thut they discover she's gut this real rotten infection under her collar where ther needle went in. She musta had somethin nasty on her collar thut gut inter ther hole. Geeze, yer'd think she could'a done her usual sooky act would'n yer?
Anyway she's on tablets an on ther improve , silly galah!
I reckons she should come an lie in yer courtyard instead uv mopin in her bed all day but. I reckons cool sweet air ud do her heaps uv good an she might even unnerstan all the other guff yer was goin on abaht.
See yer rahnd ther traps, Scratch,
Clyde.
Comment by Chris Champion
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Great to hear from you. I had to laugh, picturing you trying to wrote longhand with no thumbs and several toes missing. Oh, Daisy says I shouldn't be laughing.
Hope your computer behaves now, and best wishes from everyone here (the Big Boss says especially him) to the Missus for a speedy recovery.