I need some earplugs. London is a very, very noisy place to live this weekend. Today is the 5th of November, which means it is Guy Fawkes Night. The humans have fun and go to bonfires and watch all the fireworks being let off. Unfortunately, some of the humans always get carried away and we have fireworks going off all over the place for days beforehand. My mum says it has sounded like our street is under attack from shellfire every night for the last week. Bang! Bang! Bang! all evening! I am normally a very laid-back cat but even I get a bit twitchy about all the banging noises. Cats (and woofies) of a more nervous disposition are hiding under beds all over Britain.
My humans are keeping all the doors and windows shut to try to minimise the noise. They don't buy fireworks to let off in the garden, but they will probably go down to the big firework display outside the Town Hall tonight. My mum says the fireworks and bonfire here are not as much fun as going to the village bonfire and fireworks on the beach where Cornish Grandma lives.
*Sigh* At least all the banging noises will stop after tonight, until next year!
By the way, have you met Copper yet? She is a very small, very cute Gorgeous Ginger. And Geoffrey is feeling poorly - he needs some purrs!