SUNDAY 7th Feb: Auntie walk! :)
Sidney:
I have forgiven them. We had a nice snuggle on the big bed, and I purred like a... a... well, I purred a lot. Like a TIGER. Mainly on account of the ear and cheek rub that Mum does. And I didn't bite anyone. Sometimes, when I have had enough of being fussed, I bite hands and arms, to tell people to stop. Didn't need to this time.
And I kneaded the bedcovers, and my injured paw kneaded properly, for the first time since my War Wound happened. And my broken off claws were snagging in the bedcover! So I am really getting better!
We slept all night together, with me in the middle.
Tara:
Anuntie Jane for breakfast! Inside, under the table! Sausage when we got back into the car! Walk in the Little Park! Fun. Fun. Fun.
This is Arnty Jane:
Caqn you see how much I LOVE her? She says I am as cute as a button.
Wot is a leg warmer? They were talking about my 1980s legwarmer leg cut. Do you think my back legs look like they are wearing leg warmers?
This is me sniffing an amazing circle of trees:
And this is me on another bench:
Cato:
We had a lovely walk. Auntie Jane is PACK. She was with Mum when Mum came to pick me up that first day. And she stayed with me for hours, sitting on the floor, to help me settle in. And she came on my first ever widdle trip into the garden. I was so tiny then I couldn't get over the doorstep! She calls me a Gentleman, and she calls Tara a Hooligan.
The park was awesome today. Sunny and green and dry and soooooo sniffy.
These are going to be daffodils:
Mum:
They have had a tree surgeon in to prune some of the trees.
The next two pictures are of 2 trees that were identical a few days ago. Isn't that sad?
This is Cato looking sad at the tree massacre:
It is due to be very wet on Monday. We may not get a walk. Heaven help us!
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