Hello. It’s Possum here! Yes, I have fully recovered from yesterday’s high-speed collision with the glass door. Mum and Dad took very good care of me. They promised not to send Pinkie away to the circus for his role in my accident.
Duran Duran fans will recognise the title of this post as that of track 7 on Rio, one of Mum’s favourite albums. We know the lyrics of every song by heart. If only we could sing instead of yowl. We enjoy dancing to the xylophone interlude, though.
Another song on that album is Hungry Like the Wolf. Mum has to resort to listening to this tune on headphones so as not to upset Pinklepurr, who has an acute wolf phobia. How did he develop this problem? Unlike myself, Pinkie watches a lot of television. Over a year ago, he, Mum and Dad were glued to a documentary called The Rise of Black Wolf. Pinkie believed the ferocious wolves were right outside our house. He was most concerned. No one could convince him that the wolves were inside the television. Consequently, he refused to go into the garden for an entire week. He is okay now, but really, best not to mention the ‘W’ word to him. Ever. Again. Cat therapy is expensive.