Well, now the thing is they keep leaving me on me own here with that Cat. Sometimes for days on end. The Cat gets this fit blonde woman coming in to give him a cuddle, but do I get anybody? No I do not.
They used to take me away with them in this rather smart little bag-cum-carriage what I had specially made for me, but now they just leaves me at home on the shelf with the others, like a zoo. I'm coming, whether they likes it or not, next time. come hell or high water, and probably both.
This lot gets coarse when they're left to their own devices, spitting and swearing and suchlike.
I hear that Hamley's got it made in Lincoln. The bush telegraph tells me that he's settling down quite nice and he's made one or two friends. Ants and such. We misses him here, for his wit and banter.
See yer soon. Feeling a bit deglected again.
Singed
Yer Old Frend Ted
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