Ravenously hungry. Two 100gram packs (Weebox which had fallen out of favour)and a couple of hours later I offered up a 60gram. Felix,
Few Dreamies and she is still after more.
So my thoughts to….just ignore her…. didn’t last long.
The garden is so sad. The drought did a lot of damage. The gardener is coming on Thursday and we will plan a course of action.
Today, Mr Tux called in to say how extremely angry he was.
He walked in though the open kitchen door, sat himself down and growled, hissed, and swore about everything that makes him really mad, and it’s a very long list, plus then he spat out other things, that aren’t included in the everything list, that make him livid. That’s an even longer list.
I want to give him a hug and tell him he’s my friend and and i am only too happy to listen, but he said if i get too close he’ll rip my arms and legs off in his outrage of having his personal space invaded.
Mr Tux appears to have a collar. Somehow I feel that he would be so much nore affectionate if some kind, cat loving human would take the damned thing off
Any attempted relieving of Mr Tux of his collar would require extraordinary courage.
The resulting loss of blood would be life threatening for said brave cat loving human.
A post humorous award would be required
I have the suspicion that Bris has been locked in somewhere during her absence. Previously she would wander the downstairs and snooze anywhere that looked comfortable.
Now she will not come beyond the open back door and after two pouches of food has retired to the lawn for her post perandial.
Hopefully her confidence will return.
Mr Tux’s collar looks far too tight and may be causing discomfort hence his happy demeanour.
I’m sure a couple of minutes wrestling in a bath towel may be advantageous to his health and possible identity.