No feeders at home this afternoon and so we missed Reading's 3-2 defeat at the hand of Manchester Utd being shown live on T.V. A decent, nay flattering, scoreline, one might say. Until we can review video evidence, it's difficult to deduce what, if anything, this really means. We'll leave this up to the Feeders, as is the usual proceedure. Although a loss, it's unthinkable that we'd be seeing a scoreline like this back when I was a kitten, so hopefully, no complaints from feeders.
We do like watching the T.V. if Reading F.C. are playing. Otherwise, we take an active interest if there's any wildlife programmes to be seen, especially as, being indoor cats, we don't see much wildlife close-up ourselves. This programme we liked, it had lots of Lizards. They looked catchable....
I was going to be given the same name as Ernest Shackelton's cat. However, one who feeds me discovered that this cat was called "Mrs Chippy." This was never really going to work for me, although it seems "she" was a "he" anyway. I'm told Mrs Chippy (pictured above) wasn't Ernest's cat, albeit he was technically (and ultimately all too practically), under his command. Whilst Mrs Chippy may have been happily resigned to the name, as a fellow Tom Cat from a rather tougher neighbourhood, it didn't work for me. Trust me, it would't fly in Harlem.
So, Ernest I am. Both Mr Shackelton and Mrs Chippy embarked on the same adventure, and either would have been worthy namesakes. Mrs Chippy had a diary, this blog is mine.
If you have the time you can read this and start to learn more about Mr Shackelton and Mrs Chippy's story.
One who feeds me went to the same school as Ernest Shackleton, hence this pre-occupation.
I now live in an apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan with my mate Fritz and the two feeders, one English and one not.
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You don't even look like you're looking at the T.V. in that picture!
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