Friday, 22nd December 1988

The Bartholomeusz' are getting ready to celebrate Christmas. I can see their colourful Christmas tree from my bathroom louvre. The girl has even donned the cat in a red and green bow made of a curiously shiny material. After a hurried lunch, I sat for nearly an hour beside the parapet wall dividing our garden from theirs, to get hold of that cat. That arduous wait was with the honourable intention of relieving the cat from the misery of having to walk around with a ridiculous bow around his neck. That girl ought to know that she lives next door to an Animal Rights Activist. The poor cat will be the laughing stock of the feline community of Mount Lavinia. He already has a lot on his plate, with a name like 'Cattilac'. I am certain that cat feels quite inadequate and 'lacking', to say the least. This bow will only act as another blow to his already dampened self-confidence. Having empathized with the cat, I have renewed vigour to continue my heroic pursuit of defending cat -confidence tomorrow.