UPPER EAST SIDE SCRATCH

No one asked me if I wanted to move to Manhattan. Perrrrhaps they assumed I’d land on my paws wherever they threw me. True, no matter how high they hid the catnip in our London flat, I always stuck my landings.

Well, now that we’ve arrived in this perrrrfect little brownstone, I’ve a whole new selection of furniture to scratch. Such as . . .

1. The damask chairs in the dining room
2. Cate's mauve velvet couch

And at the end of a long day, I adore sinking my claws into the thick leather of . . .

1. Winston's favorite club chair

All this claw-sharpening does have its downside, however. My owner’s mum, Miss Emma, wields a nasty water pistol for just such occasions.

Tell me . . . what’s your best advice for clawing one’s way out of trouble?

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