Sparta Puss here. The hairless monkeys are away for a few days and Ming The Merciless and I have a kitty sitter, a pleasant enough she-ape who can be persuaded to give me bigger portions than my simian servants do. My usual she-ape calls herself an artist which means that she stares at me while rubbing a tube with dirt in the middle of it onto a piece of paper. Then she shows it to me and says, “Look Sparta, that’s you”. What an idiot. No wonder I look so cross 😡
