Saturday, Patrick was a little hangover, but still happy. No alcoholic depression. The last time I joined him on the phone, he told me he was eating a Maphto . What Lapsus! It really meant a Melba (miniature toasts). Sacred Patrick!
To end the evening with a flourish, he washed the dirty behind the Weasel, who was quite pleased with his return, and very intrigued by the new scratching post that Patrick has reported. This is not a post, but rather a staircase to scratch, all covered with carpet-calling-for-claws. I bet that the stairs Patrick, one that leads to the master bedroom will soon be shattered as well. We'll keep you informed.
Fear those who already have their copy of the latest Zinc , know that the new of Pitrick is supplemented by a secret blog: www.daphne-b.blogspot.com
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