Rushed downstairs this morning with a thumping heart to see how many Valentine's Day tributes had been left for me. Bitter blow to discover an empty bowl. What, not even anything from the elderly tortoiseshell cat two door's down. I'm sure I have some admirers, they are just not making themselves known for fear of social inequality. After all I am a pedigree and therefore far above the ranks of the average feline on the street. I wailed my disappointment at the Tall One who has promised to compensate with prawns this evening so all is not lost.
