Oscar goes on patrol…
Hup, two, three, four! Hup, two, three, four.
Oscar here again and I’m out on patrol. Someone has to guard this house and I’m just the cat to do it.
Archie still seems to think he’s Top Cat when we’re inside, but he barely leaves the doorstep so out here is all mine.
I have a regular route which I like to take. Along the back fence, onto next door’s shed, round the back, up the side alley and all around the road at the front. Then I reverse it and go back the other way.
And, of course, at that stage I like to have another little check out the front. But it doesn’t seem worth doing the side alley again so I like to let out a few miaows at the back door until Mum and Dad let me in, march through the house, a few more miaows at the front door and I’m out again.
Dad really hates that, but he should thank me. You won’t find a better patrolman anywhere.
And it’s a hard job these days, what with all the new pusses in the street. Plus I have to keep an eye on the three Alsatians a couple of doors down. They like to bark a lot – especially when I sit just out of view and tease them.
There was a time when it was just me and Alfie next door. We get along ok, but he did like to jump out on me when I was patrolling. You just don’t do that to a cat. So one day I gave him a big bite on the head… he leaves me alone now. Don’t mess with the Oscar!
Anyway now there are all shapes and sizes of cats in the street; big ginger toms, slinky tabbys, and a couple of gorgeous lady kittys – me-ow!
So you can see, there is plenty to keep me busy. Best get going again. Hup, hup, hup, two three…