Date Monday 26 December Time 1.11am

My thoughts and reflections:

If Mum knew that Mitzy was incontinent, you think she’d have mentioned it.

And if she usually keeps the litter tray in the garage, you think she’d have mentioned that!

And if Mitzy clawing and turning round was such a bloody obvious sign of imminent shitting, you’d think Mum could have maybe, just maybe told me.

I can’t believe I’m stuck here, in a room where the only window is painted shut, and which now smells of cat shit. It’s hardly Cotswolds living.

In one word:

Stinks

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