Basil hasn't been on this blog much lately so I thought I should rectify that by writing a post about him.
As he gets older he is becoming, in almost every way, an even better cat than he was before. There is an exception and that is his regrettable tendency to pick on Alby and generally be horrible to other cats especially poor Mitzi who lives over the back fence, and even Pudd, who is dumb as a stick and never harmed anyone, usually gets a smack or two in the morning while they are all hanging around waiting for the cat food to descend.
Anger management issues aside Basil is a very good cat indeed. Yesterday we inadvertently left the house without opening the cat door and letting them all outside for the day and after work we we went straight to the movies (to see the new Coen Brothers film, about the merits of which it is enough to know that Jim Schembri likes it). On unlocking the back door at about ten o'clock, I saw Basil dash outside, running for a patch of dirt to piddle in, letting out only the faintest little squeak of pained sorrow as he passed by. He had held on all that time - since the afternoon of the day before in fact - what a legend. (The other cats held on as well.)