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Larry’s Diary, Week One Hundred and Sixty-Nine
Monday Good morning cat lovers, it’s a lovely sunny morning and not too cold. The gardener is busy cutting the grass I wonder if it will be for the last time this year? While the [more…]
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Larry’s Diary, Week One Hundred And Sixty Eight
Monday Good morning cat diary lovers, yet more rain in Downing Street. I popped down the soggy garden path between downpours and on my way back I spotted one of those grey tree rats picking [more…]
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Larry’s Diary, Week One Hundred And Sixty-Seven
Monday Good morning cat diary lovers. I was a little confused yesterday when my breakfast was late. In bustled the duty feeder and chatted away to me while opening my Felix pouch, it was only [more…]
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Larry’s Diary, Week One Hundred and Sixty-Six
Monday Good morning merry readers. Well, at least it is dry now after a horribly wet day yesterday. Well, it looks like Rich Richie is going to be living here as Bozzie has announced he [more…]
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Larry’s Diary, Week One Hundred And Sixty-Five
Monday Good morning folks, very wet first thing, I nipped out between downpours and only got a little damp. It’s supposed to be drying up and getting sunny later. I had a lovely peaceful Sunday [more…]
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Larry’s Diary – Week One Hundred and Sixty-Four
Monday Good morning folks, another week and it’s definitely getting colder when I went for my constitutional. Mary Elizabeth was in residence last night and I’m warming to her, she talks to me and strokes [more…]
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Zero to Heartbreak in 48 Hours
An ordinary Tuesday, or so it seemed at the start of the day. Mr S had just gone off to the butchers for something nice for dinner when, mid-morning, my phone rang. It was our [more…]
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Larry’s Diary, Week One Hundred and Sixty-Three
Monday Good morning merry readers and cat lovers. I’m feeling my age today, I woke up rather stiff, I don’t know why I didn’t indulge in a lot of exercise and since that bloated Palmerston [more…]
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The Day I Met Trixie
Somewhere a cockerel starts crowing. It is 3 am and barely an hour since the passing of the last “booming bass” tricycle. Not to be outdone a dog starts barking, then another and another and [more…]