Good day my fine friends, today’s picture and blab of a blog is as you can evidence of a tad-too-cumbersome-cat catastrophe.

Yes I had been on a visitation to my, no longer, friend the rather unfortunate victim you see partially obscured under the portly pet here.  We had been partaking in a fine old congenial chin-wag when this rather burly-buddy of my friend ambled upon us and attempted a significant number of I must state, drawing on the evidence, rather ambitious and ultimately unsuccessful attempts at defying gravity by the method of a an airborne acceleration endeavour, of the usual agility of the feline species, onto a culinary unit surface.  Well yours truly, always attempting to curry favour, inclined towards the old bloater to assist in placement upon the coveted counter top. 

Suffice to say 'twas a none too easy exercise and resulted in such a strain upon my person that I incurred this disfiguring detriment to my optical organs from the sheer, benevolent, effort. 

As if this facial blight was not enough misfortune, I consequently took a tumble possibly through a negligent application of the law of physics resulting in a miscalculation in matters of a weight-mass-acceleration-combo and collided with my pal the pets human who also suffered an inadvertent tumble.   I, in my uncontrolled state, did release my clutch of the rotund beast who projected onto my friend rendering said friend unconscious and the bothersome cat into a state of nervous shock therefore both were, thankfully for my good self, unable to either rationalise or regain senses allowing yours, making a mental note-to-self to cut out the benevolent aid and favour currying in in future circumstances, truly  to leave the scene of perhaps a crime without further ado due to concerns of no visible signs of mobility therefore perhaps an undeserved repercussive culpabilty burden on my person.  I did however, conscientiously, effectuate a telephonic communication for emergency aid but must have, due no doubt to a jittery state of nerves and mind misdialled and found my good self fortuitously in a pleasurable parley with a rather luvverlee Laydee midst her work at a local bingo emporium, therefore after 15 minutes of highly effective wooing communication I had not only promised to subscribe to such chance, or a cynic might say rigged, activity which not only cost me a considerable amount of dollary dosh over the next month I can tell you, but had totally wiped from my memory my intended mission.

Suffice to say I have no knowledge of the subsequent outcome and sadly my romance with the bingo maiden has petered out due to a, hopefully only a temporary, resulting rapid onslaught of fiscal loss.