Third Week At Philo's

I'm still here and it's still good. Phil's been back for a week and the cats are pleased to see him. Turns out they moan all the time and I wasn't mistreating them after all. I think I have short cat hair allergy because my nose itches and stuffs up within about an hour of getting home. I still love them, though I can only deal with neurotic Abby in small doses.



I'd go out more but there's a football match on here every night and frequent barbecues. Phil won't accept rent so I buy food instead. We could feed a dozen people with everything we just got: frankfurters, grilling steaks, burgers with chili and sundried tomato, lamb kebabs and chicken legs. I forgot to buy salmon. I hope a dozen people show up because we haven't got any more room in the fridge.

I was at another barbecue last weekend. I did the garlic bread and vegetable kebabs. We stayed in drinking home-made punch and nursing our sore bellies rather than move on to a bar and I think tonight will be the same kind of deal.