Hello Chums, Magnus here.... been busy, got far too many bird tables to watch plus I somehow keep finding myself on the wrong side of the bedroom window, and ha ha, they can't think how I get onto the Impossible Roof....and so what if I can't get back down again.
Not many cats named after one of those I'll bet.
Remember way back when, and they'd just come back from Orkney and I too had been born in stable (sort of) and decided to pitch up on the doorstep and live here...and was BATHED...horrors...
then the name-choosing.
Oh lordy lordy what a close shave that was, do I look like a Treacle/ Boggins/ Alfred.. I thinkest not, and now they call me everything from Maggers to Magpuss to Mangus.
Anyway, look, I am resting up in readiness for this prize draw because the Picador people have offered not one... not two... not three...oh let's cut to the chase...they have offered TWELVE copies of Bethlehem by Carol Ann Duffy, a la Twelve Days of Christmas, which should actually be Thirteen Days of Christmas because someone forgot the cats-a-snoozing.
Rather embarrassingly I see you get a glimpse of Moosey my cuddly reindeer there, so moving swiftly on.
Names in comments (these can go worldwide) to be in with a chance of winning one of the twelve very lovely copies of Bethlehem by the Poet Laureate... who still doesn't seem to have written a poem about me, I mean how inspiring does a cat have to be...