Well, what a smashing time we had, mm. First O came to pick us all up in his magic jet.

We had champain on the flight, but it tasted rancid, like cats pee and wasn’t fit for anything but the litter tray. O said that he will never be buying champain off that shady squirrel again, he was ripped off good and proper. I was sick on the jet, but this was only because I had eaten so much grass, but even so it still had carrots in it, perhaps that was too much information, mm.

but then Muffins took us round the back and showed us his secret supply of nip that he had, so a fine night of merriment commenced.

So, onto Paris we went the next day, which of course was Saturday.

Here we all are by the Ifell Tower, we don’t know where Fluffy monkey went to, but someone said they last saw him wandering around Pigalle trying to find a lady of the day.

Queen Kirsch was a little frightened by them and I commended her on her feminine wilynuss to take this opportunity to cling on to her new beau King Muffins. Us girls are very adept at manipulating these opportunities should the need arise, mm.

Muffins puffed up with pride at the thought of protecting his Queen from these whippersnappers. I was of course excited by the seagulls display of antics.

But we shall hear more about that later, mm, because we have to go back to the seagulls, because Miss Casey Metal Mistress became completely entranced by them.   

But I would like to hasten to reassure you that he has now sufficiently recovered and felt that this bad turn of events was akin to a shamanic experience and he now feels cleansed and purged of all his ghoulies.
Personally, I  think his over-consumption was due to his new beau nerves, as he and Kirsch haven’t had their first sniff yet I don’t think. Into the evening we go and we all went to  a rather nice café, where we lounged about whilst the sun went down. O was whispering sweet nothings to Casey whilst Punkass gave me a lovely cuddle, I did like it