Pester power

Something weird happened overnight. I tried to step outside this morning and sank up to my armpit in cold white stuff. I dashed back indoors and did a pretty smooth four paw flick move to help me dry out.

Of course, she thought this was absolutely hilarious.

Still laughing, she dished up my breakfast and rather worryingly said 'This is the last tin in the cupboard. I'd better nip to the shops'.

Some time later she came home and said 'They are panic buying in Tesco. There's no cat food left, and people are queuing out the door. Oh dear. Looks like your diet is back on'.

Oh, I don't think so. I wailed. I yowled. I wrapped around her legs. I coughed. I let my whiskers droop. Eventually, she crawled into the cupboard under the stairs and came out with a pair of ugly blue boots. 'Right, Marley. I am going to put my wellies on and walk down to Lewisham to see if I can get any cat food. Try to hold on'.

I tucked myself into the spare bed and waited.