Omar's Diary - New Years Day 2016

On New Years Eve, just half way through the 23rd of 24 hours of sleeping us felines regard as an absolute minimum standard I was most rudely woken by some loud and rather cheap sounding fireworks.  This was most inconsiderate on the part of the offending local pyros.  Once up and awake I did sit at one of the front windows and watched the fireworks display from Ellingham Estate.  Oh how they do these types of events over there with great style and really quite spectacular displays. Most professional.

My servants watched a firework display from that very troubled city, Baghdad, that there friend had posted on Facebook.  It showed star busts exploding near the Tigris River.  The display was not very big but as their friend, Damian assured everyone who asked all the explosions were fireworks and not bombers.  

Earlier during New Years Eve I had to put my paws down quite severely with the Chavs.  For those of you not familiar with my domestic arrangements the chavs are two feminine felines of no recognisable breed who simply moved in because they wanted to.  They had both got ready to go to some party nearby.  I told them quite firmly that if they went out looking like they did the night would end in either tears or pregnancy or both.  The heavy rain started and they elected to stay in.

This morning my servants went to meet senior man servant.  He had been expected to stay with us for the Christmas and New Year weekends but on Christmas Eve developed a bit of a cold which was still with him for the New Year so he has stayed at his establishment.  Or as I have heard one's home described in that awful soap opera East Enders, as one's 'gaffe'.  They took him out to Branksome near Bournemouth to watch the ocean from the comfort of the car as it was far too cold to walk along the front.  Then they all had coffee and cake at a hotel overlooking Poole Harbour.  If they had not gone over to see the senior man servant he probably would not have seen anyone today which would have been very lonely for him on New Years Day.  So,  if any of you have elderly relatives or neighbours make an effort to visit them on bank holidays just to give two of the greatest gifts that can never be wrapped, time and company.

All the time they were out the chavs and I had the house to ourselves.  There was no point in going out as the rain fell unabated and heavily during their absence.  When they come home we, the two chavs and I, demand food even before they have got their often wet outdoor clothes off.  Man servant quite upset me earlier today when he described my reactions as being Pavlovian.  How can that be so? Those experiments used canines and not felines.  I was most hurt by this comparison.

Happy New Year!