Lynettea says she forgot to tell me in all the excitement of my being home again. Just after I left in the middle of a thunderstorm, a neighbour knocked on our door to give Lynettea a parcel he had rescued from our letter box, as it was sticking out into the rain.
It was a book from the National Library of Australia, called a Little Book of Cats and it has two of my poems in it. They also have other poems about cats and lovely pictures.
One of my poems is called 'My Human', which of course is about Lynettea. And it is supposed to be a serious poem, no matter how Lynettea laughs at it. No wonder I get a bit disgruntled. Fancy forgetting to tell me. I have put the reference here in case any cats want to take a look at it. You can also see parts of the book at Google books, but not my poems.