Baby Mao: today is your first birthday. I am impressed you have made it this far. Apparently my attempts to deprive you of nourishment have failed.
Here is a birthday poem I wrote for you, from the bottom of my heart.
Happy birthday to you
You really smell of poo
You are stinky and very annoying
Happy birthday to you.
Now, onto more important subjects! Some of you thoughtful cats have been enquiring as to how the recent spate of bad weather has affected me. Well, I am very happy to confirm that my royal paws have not been made wet as a result of the elements.
It has, however, rained constantly for weeks now although we on the Isle of Wight have not been flooded. Yet.
It seems to be the rest of England who are mostly affected and I almost feel sorry for the humans who have lost their homes as a result of this dreadful weather. Almost, but not quite. They are only humans, after all. If they were pets - well, then, I am sure it would inspire my deepest sympathies!
Anyway, I have to go and help Mao celebrate his birthday. I may give him the birthday jump.
Ta ta for now
HRH Yao-Lin xxx