Because of my drawings, it seems that Arthur and Percy are becoming quite well known to people who have never met them. Most of those people think that the ginger boys sleep almost the whole time. This is of course largely true (they are cats), but it’s not always true. The trouble is, it is so much easier to draw them when they are sleeping. So, to redress the balance, here is a picture from memory of Arthur and Percy, leaping and pronking over possession of a cardboard box that was favourite of the moment last week. And for those unfamiliar with the term, Percy is the one who is pronking.
Percy on Vincent van Gogh’s chair. Van Gogh was also ginger, now I come to think of it, though it is fair to say that Percy is better equipped in the ear department than Mr van Gogh ever was.
Percy is having to train up a new cushion to his liking. Arthur deliberately sat on his favourite red cushion and now it will never be the same. This new one has a rather attractive tapestry of chickens on it, and it will have to do now that the red cushion is broken. Percy is familiar with chickens, there are several who live out in the garden; chickens do not give Percy any trouble at all, only Arthur does.
This is Percy’s favourite cushion. There are several other cushions, but Percy’s white hairs whisper to him and tell him this is the one to sit on; all the other cushions are white, or pale coloured.
It is Boxing Day and there are unfamiliar and suspicious people in the house. In the greenhouse there is almost nothing. Someone has unaccountably abandoned a length of horticultural fleece on the bench in the greenhouse though, all folded up and surprisingly Percy-sized. It is therefore in need of regular checking, to make sure it is still there and has not been stolen. It is fortunate that the empty flower pots are close to hand too, as they can be guarded at the same time. Still more fortunate is the fact that someone has overlooked the proper closing of the door and wedged it open to exactly the same width as Percy. Sometimes the world is good to Percy.
Arthur and Percy had a little something of turkey giblets for afternoon tea. They also had a little game from the game pie that Tony is making, for second breakfast. This, of course, in addition to ordinary breakfast and tea. It has been a busy day, so much so that as a special concession, Arthur’s second little something was served to him whilst on Boiler Duty, which is of course not usually allowed, and Percy’s whilst on Greenhouse Duty.
We have a new fancy-pants wood-pellet boiler. It is much greener than the old oil boiler, but Arthur is concerned that it is insufficiently insulated and that too much heat escapes out of the top of it. He has therefore taken it upon himself to act as a heat-sink and soak up some of this excess heat, and store it within his person so that it may be available at a later date.