WEDNESDAY 9th Mar: Downpour
Sidney:
Firstly I would like make sure people realise that the alley belongs to me. Not the dogs.
We live on the left of the alley, and the woman who leaves food down for the fox lives over to the right and round the corner. So I have to jump down those walls and scale the other side - all with a War Wound. AND I have to make sure that there aren't any upstarts and tresspassers. It isn't easy you know. Mum will post the picture again here, just to make sure you realise how dangerous it is for me to stay King, and how athletic I am.
Could the dogs do this kind of patrolling? I don't think so.
Nor could they catch rats. Of any size.
I got Mum to open the window at 6am, and I went out, but it was pouring with rain and I had to come back very quickly to dry off on the Big Bed. I was drenched. I did suggest that Mum dry me off with a towel. Or her nightshirt. Or something. But she just squeaked and huddled under the cover.
The red bag hanging on the window is my catmint, so that is smells nice for me. See how I have got my right paw lifted? That is cos it hurts to put my weight on it. I am in pain all the time, you know. Unless I lift it up.
And the bowl is my treat bowl. But it usually just has rain or snow in it nowadays. Very annoying.
It was still raining ALL morning, and ALL afternoon. Mum and I went round and checked all the different windows, and it was raining outside ALL of them. See?
It means that the mutts have been asleep all day, and didn't get a walk at all. They are going to be unbearable this evening. Especially The Brat.
Tara:
Cato ate my breakfast!!! I am starved, and no one is taking any notice. Cato is snoring and stuffed with MY beef mince. It isn't FAIR!!!!
Cato:
We didn't get a walk today, cos of the rain, so Mum came and sat in the living room at lunchtime, on the floor, and we played Python Wars, and Tug O' Sausages, and wrestled. Made me feel quite peckish. Then we were given our breakfast, but it was really lunch, cos we get it after our walk, cos Mum thinks that is The Natural Order, and we should only get food after a hunting trip. No one has broken it to her that our walks are more Sniffing Trips than Hunting Trips. Anyway, my Natural Order is to eat my breakfast and then have a sniff round to see if there is anything else around. And today there was! A lovely big bowl of beef mince. It was bigger than my bowl had been. And nobody seemed to want it, so I sort of tidied it away. Afterwards I had a lovely sleep. I wish all Hunting Trips were this productive.
Then suddenly there was all this fuss and drama, and it turns out that Tara had been sitting staring at it, but not eating it... she is all upset and huffy about it.
But she can't really have wanted it, can she? or she would have been eating it, not looking at it. I never eat stuff I don't want.
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