My grandparents (dad's parents) came to visit last night. They didn't bring me any new mouses to play with. It's just not good enough, I had to resort to chasing my own tail for entertainment. I mean, really. But I was clever, mum got the video camera out so I just sat down and did nothing.
I had a comment from Ben the Rottie this weekend (thanks for visiting, Ben) who said that polar bears are not as good as rotties. Now I don't know much about rotties (although Ben seems very nice and friendly) but my grandpa has a dog who is nicknamed the Polar Bear (see earlier post about Uncle Buckley) and he is very scary. I think it's because my whole catness is about the size of his head. Last time he came to visit I had to hide upstairs because he is so big. So I agree with Ben, rotties are waaaay nicer than polar bears.
And besides, my mum had a rottie (called Max) and her best fried was a black cat like me! It has to be a sign.