Omar's Diary to 27th September 2019

The past week at Omar Towers has been quiet to say the least. Lady Servant contracted a rather nasty virus and so the comings and goings were much reduced.

Lady Servant tried twice to arrange an appointment with her doctor. The first attempt failed as all the emergency appointments for the day had already been allocated. That was by nine in the morning. Her second attempt the next day also failed but she did secure a phone consultation for later in the afternoon.

Mitsi and I are very lucky with our medical care. Whenever we have any ailments we are always seen by our doctors on the day and at a time of our convenience. And we have never been offered a phone consultation as an alternative. Much like my Servants felt, I don’t think that would work very well for Mitsi and I either.

We were visited by a lady servant on Thursday who arrived with a tape measure and notebook. She stayed and chatted with my Servants before measuring one of the windows. I am not sure if this visitor was trade or not. She made a big fuss of me which I accepted graciously.

What did raise my ire ever so slightly was that Man Servant posted one of my official portraits on social media to which someone responded:

“He’s gorgeous.”

Which I did not mind but they ruined everything with one word:

“Siamese?”

Full credit to Man Servant. He sprang to my defense quicker than a Saturn Five rocket leaving the launchpad at Cape Canaveral. He posted a link to my bio piece from two years ago and a map of where I originate from. The full story of how I came to be living in Britain can wait for another day.

My introductory piece is below followed by the map showing where I originated from.

Our response to this slight on my character, which I believe was wholly unintended, has been controlled, rational and respectful.

Unlike some of the scenes from Westminster that Man Servant and I witnessed on Wednesday evening. Even the servants who wrote House of Cards could not have written such venomous vitriol and drama. And if they did, any such script would have been rejected for being beyond both fiction and fantasy.

“The most practical kind of politics is the politics of decency” – Theodore Roosevelt

Following those scenes I have taken a major decision. I will no longer refer to my next-door neighbor as “Lagerboy” but use the name his servants have given him. “Skimbleshanks” or “Skimbles.”

We have our disagreements. Mainly over the catnip bed at the top of the garden or minor territorial issues. However, no matter how strong we both feel about these issues we never ever come to blows or make wild bodily gestures out of frustration or anger with each other. No, despite our views being entrenched in our respective psyches, we realise neither of our own needs will be met in a winner takes all result. In a winner takes all outcome, the loser will always seek revenge. We settle for an outcome where both of our needs are partially met. No one wins and no one loses but we walk away respecting each other and honoring our decisions.

“Hear all sides and you will be enlightened. Hear one side and you will be in the dark” – Wei Zheng to Emperor Tai Cong, Tang Dynasty

I seem to have lost some of my interest in flat racing. Here in the UK there are only four more weeks left of the season and all the classics have been run. However, there is one great classic left to be run in France. That is the Prix de ‘l Arc de Triomphe. Entries as at today show a listing of 20 entries from around the world that will compete over one and a half miles for first prize of €5,000,000. I am hoping to catch ‘Ticker,’ my personal turf accountant, to place my wagers next weekend before he goes off to the Bahamas for his usual winter break. My selections will be included in the diary to be published on 5th October.