House Arrest, Day Three
Well, the humans have got me incarcerated, so I’ll have to make the best of it. I’ll try not to look as if I’m making the most of the “Nautically Nibblies” they are giving me. Hmm, this keyboard stuff isn’t as difficult as that proper little Madam, Nefertiti makes out. I could make a go of this. Seeing as I’m confined, I might as well acquaint myself with all this computer stuff, such as sitting on the scanner. That is what scanners are for, isn’t it?
Mind you, it’s been a long time since I got any window duty in… those other coves keep chasing me away so I have to wander about on the common. Let’s see… hmm… raining today. Maybe I will stop indoors for a little longer.
Oh, yes, what’s all this about two daughters? Nothing to do with me, guv, honest. You don’t expect me to recall a brief encounter nearly six months ago, do you? It was all Ahmose’s fault anyway, tarting about encouraging me, like… She should’ve taken precautions. I’m not admitting anything without a paternity test. CSA*, you say? Nope, not me, guv. Thutmose? No that must be the other grey cat - three doors down, you can’t miss him; his eyes are too close together; untrustworthy cove that one.
*CSA - for non UK citizens: Child Support Agency. They chase up absentee fathers and make them pay maintenance.
