Mrs H was working in Beaconsfield today. Once we noted that she hadn't yet gone (she is always late when she leaves to go there), we set about our plaintive meows, coupled with fixating on the patio door (and Bing clawed at it). Eventually, despite her fancy heels and tights she caved in and let us out to survey our 'estate'. Kitty bliss!
Checking out the spot beneath the birdie table FIRST...
air scenting ...(ginger kitty Miss has been visiting)
then heading straight for the Ceanothus...
can't beat grubby pond water...(?!)
and a little chew of grasses...
interrupted by Mrs H, insisting I check out her new greenhouse (bit small and it's not got one single thing to scratch, but she says it was the best she could do given the spot..
personally it was BORING, what was I encouraged in there to SEE? No bugs or flies, not even an ant!
VERDICT: V Poor/Could Do Better)
Just when Mrs was preparing to round us up (yes, she puts us through this sort of thing), Darcy did what he does best. JUMP FOR IT!
... Up and over the wall he went.. birdie stalking ...
Mrs H freaked out (she always over-reacts in these circumstances). She gradually teased him back and my help with this was appreciated
(Mrs H was all hot and bother - this often occurs in humans).
Once inside, she then left us, shouting to MR H that she was late.
I stared out at the window as she backed out her car, paw held high, willing her to know that...
"No one can get inner peace by pouncing on it". – Harry Emerson Fosdick