My Town (as it is), by Pommes

Dear Gentle Reader,

Your humble scribe slept like a log, last night.

A log harassed and harried by both a rabid, toothless beaver and a lumberjack without the requisite skill or understanding for his trade.

He, the humble scribe, is currently passed out. So, today, I will take you on a quick tour of my world.

First, though, I need to address some concerns that I have seen raised.

The humble scribe and the Heroine take adequate care of my needs.

Not brilliant care, of course, ...diet? Really. Salmon allowances could always be upped. But, certainly, adequate care.

When I came back from the clinic, they made me a lovely herbal tea and brought me flowers, although I eschewed the tea for my regular cuppa fish sauce.

Anyway, they try.

So, today, I thought that I would give you a very quick tour around my town which is this apartment, as the denizens of Hong Kong apparently eat anything with a back that points to heaven.

I asked to go outside on my own, and told the humble scribe that I would do this whenever locals came along...

The humble scribe then broke down the math on the numbers of people in Hong Kong, their prevalence in the streets, and the number of restaurants per block.

We both decided that it was best if I stayed in.

So, here is my world, at least the salient bits...

Here is my bed.

Here is my daybed.

Well, that is what it looks like from the ground. Supposedly it is a sofa or a chesterfield, but by the time I leap up there it feels just right for a daybed.

Here is a closer look... it's padded just right for settling down into...

Here is daybed number two. I set the camera on timer, and gave myself a good half hour for a snooze, and woke up a bit disoriented.

This bed is nice, although the Heroine and the humble scribe hog it at night.

I could show you daybeds three, four, five, and six...

...But, I don't want to give you the wrong idea, so I might skip those, today.

Some people ask about the cuppa fish sauce.

(Miss Kitty? Dylan? Take notes...)

The daily cuppa fish sauce is what keeps my coat glossy and my physique rippling with good health.

Actually, it is more than just a cuppa fish sauce, it is a cuppa liquid papyrus extract, just right for an ancient Akkadian writing cat, supplemented with essence of fish.

The humble scribe thinks that the fish are there to eat any mosquitoes that might try to breed in the tanks.

What bumpf.

The fish are there for the same reason there are worms in tequila.

Flavouring.

I like my water tasty.

Now, don't worry. I don't eat these flavour sticks.

Nor the ones in the other rooms.

All these flavour sticks are too strong.

I prefer salmon.

Or, as salmon is not fresh here, koi.

Look at this smorgasbord I found the other day, on my way back from the clinic... I am hoping someone will take me here for lunch, or I start complaining to the readers... hint, hint...

Anyway.

I could show you more, my secret cave, the chemical weapons factory, or my favourite places to watch pigeons. But I'm a bit sleepy now, and bed number five is calling me with its dulcet siren call.

But, hopefully, this gives you an idea of my world.

Miao,

Pommes