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January 10th. The Knight.

The Owner and I go to hear Brave Sir Keir speak about Liberating the Oppressed. He was not what I expected, I say afterwards. I thought he would be on a Horse, I say. With a Suit of Armour and a Sword in order to Better Fight the Dragons. Knights […]

January 8th. Melancholy.

Get off me Hergest, says the Owner, this is my Dessert. It is an Iced Lolly, I say. You always share your Iced Lolly with the Moral Dog. If you do not share I may become Melancholy. Always is too Absolute a word, says the Owner. Whether the Iced Lolly […]

January 7th. Mowgli.

We go to see the Small Giggly Human who the Owner Played some Distant Part in Creating. It is a Lovely Day. There is Cake and lots of Screaming. We watch a Film about the Jungle, in which a Small Human is Raised by Wolves with the help of a […]

January 6th. Beauty.

Houdini says Caspar has been to the Dog Groomer. He whispers this in the coffee shop as though revealing that Caspar has secretly piloted an Assassination Drone and accidentally hit a school. There is a mass in-drawing of Dog Breath sufficient to slightly disturb the pages of the Times being […]

January 4th. Karl Marx.

The Owner and I are walking through Highgate Cemetery when we see a Very Grand Tomb. Whose is that Huge Grave? I ask. That is the Tomb of Karl Marx, she says. The same Marx who said Property is Theft? I ask. That’s the One, says the Owner. The same […]

January 3rd. Freedom.

Today the Owner and I go to Cambridge, where we visit the River. I have an excellent time and manage to Outrage Several Ducks (who congregate on the Other Side looking Supercilious) by suggesting I am On My Way to See Them. It is a Moral Victory, and one I […]

January 2nd. Squeaky Cat.

Something Amazing has happened to Squeaky Cat. As the New Year dawned he Appeared in Splendour, back to his Original Orange, with both of his ears and all of his tail. Even the piece of his bottom which he unaccountably mislaid last week is restored to him. I am thrilled. […]

December 27th. The Inn.

I am Very Excited to be Going to the Inn. Inside it is as Merry as Mr Fezziwigg’s party. People are clinking their glasses and exchanging Merry Greetings. There is Music and Festivity and the Scent of Plum Pudding and Chips. It is as if Everyone has learned the lesson […]

December 26th. The Crown.

I am not wearing that for dinner, I tell the Owner, it looks silly. It is the Rule for Christmas Dinner, says the Owner, the Man and I are wearing ours. She has a shiny hat on her head which makes her look very slightly like a Lighthouse. The Moral […]