Upstairs Downstairs

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Remember how Punky always used to ask me to go prowling with him? He would PEER at me from the end of the couch, and then show my around all the rooms in Aurora Terrace.

He does much the same now. Only this time he wants me to go upstairs with him. He looks over his shoulder the whole time, as if checking that I haven't double-backed and ditched him.

Here he is, waiting for me to catch up with him.

When we get upstairs, he purrs and purrs. He shows me around every room, rubbing his cheek on things. I'm not sure why this makes him so happy, but it does. 

I have nothing much else to tell you about Sunday. Caro went out with her new garden tools and tidied up the garden a bit, ahead of the landscaper ladies. 

This is like pushing the Hoover around ahead of the cleaner. And if we HAD a cleaner, Caro would do that too.

S.