I haven't been sick for three and a half days. My appetite has returned and I am back on top form, demanding three sachets a day and more if I can get it. I am, she said, a 'brave little soldier'.
I went out to patrol the perimeter this morning and met up with one of those loser cats from next door. Twix. What kind of name is that? He caught sight of me, turned on his paws and scarpered. What a milksop.
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Should I be concerned that you've also referred to me as "a brave little soldier"?
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