The servants have been away all day. No idea where they went. They left us a cheap bowl of dry food next to the water fountain and took off to God knows where - or why. But when the servant’s away the cats can play . . . on the laptop.
But there’s more to the story. He’s been emailing some sex kitten called Foxie. I have no idea who she is or where she lives, but with a name like Foxie . . . I mean, really. I intend to keep reading his mail which isn’t difficult. Guess what his password is - The Buckster. Took me almost two minutes to figure that one out.