Chapter Six

I suppose I should get on with my tale, Christmas has been somewhat of a distraction and the incident with the cat nip did nothing for my literary prowess, however I will buckle down and retrace my steps, back to when we first arrived at our new address.

This, as previously stated, is a large old house and, although it was well looked after, Mom and Dad wanted to set it up as they wished, which meant changing lights, carpets, paint and, I thought, some of the wallpaper...

Between the living room and the kitchen there is a partition and it had been papered, however the paper was a little stained in places, of course I assumed that this would come down as underneath there was some rather nice wood paneling. .I decided to help and removed some of the paper on a comer with my front claws... It seems that I was ahead of my time, they were still deciding if they were going to replace the paper. They looked at my handiwork, then they looked at me, then they reminded me that there was a perfectly good scratching post downstairs.... all I was trying to do was help, that's gratitude for you.
So I stopped helping but it seems that I had at least helped them make up their mind, we now are looking at the nice paneling. With practice, both Gemma and myself are learning to communicate with Dad and Mom, more so with Dad as you will see in this next verse:

Life at Our New House...

"I really think they like it here" said Mom, the other day
a 'huh' was Dad's response, but in a gentlemanly way

"The cats, I think they like it here, I think you will agree"
"So ask them if they like it here, why are you asking me"?

So Mom, she looked me in the eye and popped the question clear
I raised my eyebrows, licked my lips and then I scratched my ear

Persistent, Mom then turned to Gem "your happy, tell me, do"
so Gemma smiled angelically and scratched her ear too

So Mom, not comprehending this communicating stance
requiring confirmation, looked at us both, askance

"Until I get some straight reply from either one of you
It's no more treats, so think on that you darned ungrateful crew"

We were perplexed and turned to Dad and popped into his brain
"We Love it Here please tell our Mom and please to make it plain"

He said to Mom, "they love it here" she said" how do you know?"
"I know" he explained patiently, "because they told me so"...