Going anywhere nice for your holidays?

The Ginga Ninja returned home last night battered and bruised with wounds all over his head, weepy eyes and cloaked in downtrodded sadness. Word on the prowl suggests it was inflicted by the new cats on the block, some tough street cats from the 'Deen have relocated to the rural haven of Wood Cottages and it looks like they may be very cute, but mean business, very mean business. Bit scunnered as we've had a peaceful few months. The ginger warrior had managed to carve out his role as the original TC, he'd stopped scrapping and the vet bills had receded. Looks like the peace is over and we'll be in for some overnight caterwauling, infected wounds, poorly felines and numerous vets bills.

While us stupid humans had to hi ho it to work and school today, Thumper and Fergus Fish Finger were obviously planning to recuperate all day, the healing power of the cat sun god, maybe talk some cat strategy, territorial tactics, or maybe just lick their bums, roll around, kill some unsuspecting mammal and sip disgusting water from the pond all the while on red alert from the dastardly but probably very cute duo 3 doors down. Sometimes being a well-loved cat is wonderful, sometimes being a well-loved cat living beside other well-loved cats is all about survival of the fittest.

Wish i could have joined them on the seats today, although if i'm honest, I draw the line at bum licking, massacring mammals and drinking midge infested water.