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Well bit of an adventure here. I decide to take myself off on a search for my people's Promised Land and the Tall One makes a complete show of herself. First of all she lets the side down by pushing bits of paper through people's doors with a free photograph of my bounteous beauty on (does she not realise she should charge?) and then she starts pinning these bits of paper to electricity poles, benches and gates around the village. I mean embarrasing, does she not realise that my fellow felines will now consider me a complete Mummy's boy and make me the laughing stock of the village? The resident cats won't cower with such submission, nor will I be able to stare down Ginger the Butch with such aplomb and verve now. All I did was take myself off for a three day sojourn. Frankly I was a little bored of being fed Aldi's cut price version of Gourmet food and so took myself for a little visit of the neighbouring sheds, outbuildings and houses just in case they could provide me with something a little more satisfactory. Then I encountered a little obstacle of a shut door so I could not ahem depart the premises. All was not lost though. I do not want to revisit those three days of oblivion but the wandering son returned at 2.35 am in the morning and was met with much wailing and shouts of joy by the Tall One. Can't say the Promised Land is in West Oxfordshire or if it is I did not find it.
