Today I received my first gift of the year from the cats. No, not a huge fur ball but a dead starling, thoughtfully left under the bathroom sink. No wonder Eddie was looking so very pleased with himself when I got home.
I actually squealed - like a girl! Not because I'm squeamish about picking up dead birds, because I'm not. But it was a surprise. Normally they leave them in the living room......
that's the thing about cats...you think you've got them down...and then they do something to confuse you..clever Eddie. Who's in charge, Eddie ..who's in charge ...? x
I no longer fantasise about living in a small holding, raising enough food to eat, knitting wondrous things, looking after a few sheep and llamas for their yarn and still giving lots of love and house room to my cats and husband. Now my fantasy is more likely to involve living near or in a town with shops and things, with all the rest staying the same.....
that's the thing about cats...you think you've got them down...and then they do something to confuse you..clever Eddie. Who's in charge, Eddie ..who's in charge ...? x
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