Igor here, just letting you know how this ‘last of the summer wine’ malarkey is playing out. I’m a bit stiff in my limbs, my tail is a bit floppy (I don’t seem to feel it tho’).

New hoomans are o.k., mainly respectful, so I let them do some head fuss, let them know with a bite when its a bit much. Its a little overpopulated with weirdo cats here, but they all keep out of my way, so thats o.k. The only one with a bit of sense is young Prudence, who is most respectful, comes and sits near, but not crowding, and actually wants to hear about the golden days of my youth, mind you, she still wouldn’t let me have the frog she caught…

Now, eatings not as easy as it used to be, what with all my teeth being out, but I still love my food, and when they’ve bought me half price-best before chicken, I’ve tried to make sure those other cats don’t get too much, and the hoomans have had to drop it quick or get the old ‘Igor slash’, keeps em in line, I can tell you…

But this summer has been a joy, of sun bathing and kipping outdoors on my new garden seat, I’ve thought about catching butterflies, but generally leave ‘em for the kids. Until next time...