Day 545: Adoption

All right, we caved.

The foster cat is now the cat; we have rechristened him Sir Digby Chicken Caesar, and have put in for official adoption. The writing’s been on the wall for a couple of weeks, essentially since we had a potential adopter in who was all wrong and realized that this is a cat that needs a certain level of autonomy and respect that a lot of — forgive me — cat people really don’t have.

Holiday weekend; volunteer work this morning and outdoor work this afternoon, ideally a big day of getting things done and some solid relaxing on Sunday / Monday.

 

Just for fun, all of the Digby Chicken Caesar monologues:

  • “On a lonely planet spinning its way to damnation amid the fear and despair of a broken human race, who is there to fight for all that is good and pure and gets you smashed for under a fiver? Yes, it’s the surprising adventures of me, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar.”

  • “In a time future historians will one day call ‘the past,’ in a place I wish I could name but it’s been a confusing week, who is there to look out for the man in the street in case he wants his mobile back? Yes, it’s the surprising adventures of me, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar.”

  • “In a world spinning as fast as the inside of home base when you’ve just had a go at a four pack of Dulux tester cans, who is left to fight for all that is right and proper and good and leather and full of money and belonging to that teenager who doesn’t look like he can handle himself? Yes, it’s the surprising adventures of me, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar!”

  • “In a world spinning rapidly off its hinges, on streets cluttered with hood-wielding thugs having disco biscuits and cheap fireworks, who is left to fight for honour and justice and enough loose change for a bottle of Happy Shopper Ouzo? Yes, it’s the surprising adventures of me, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar!”

  • “In a society whose toothy fake smile is ravaged by the plaque of debt and the vodka burp of sub-prime mortgages, who will floss into the darkest cavities of our despair, and see if there are any gold fillings you can swap for a can of peppermint-flavored antifreeze? Yes, it the surprising adventures of me, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar.”

  • “In a world where it’s important to know who your friends are, rather than who your daughter is, who will prise open the fist of international conspiracy and see if it’s got a 2p in it? Find out next week in the surprising adventures of Sir Digby Chicken Caesar.”

  • “How many harmless narcotics must Ginger and I consume before the empire is safe? What the hell happened to my grant from the Home Office? How much longer will Benji’s remain the only sandwich shop not to have security men on the door? Find out in the next thrilling installment of The Surprising Adventures of Sir Digby Chicken Caesar!”

  • “In a world going to hell in a hansom cab, where all the batteries and paracetamol are kept behind the counter where you can’t reach them, who is there to fight for decency, honesty, and 3-liter bottle of cider-style drink for an amazing 59p. Yes, it’s the surprising adventures of me, Sir Digby Chicken Ceasar.”