Wind from the west this morning. 'White horses' are galloping across the sea.
Well more 'white ponies' - Shetland size (or smaller).
White rabbits perhaps?
F's war on aphids continues. From my supervising tower I watched her washing balcony plants in soapy water this morning. Waste of time if you ask me; the balcony and pots are unnatural places to grow plants, they are stressed and the aphids know it. Even F knows aphids proliferate on stressed plants.
She's gone to work without me today, and as my ears have been feeling quite a bit better I am in a mood to contemplate mischief....
The only problem is that with so much fur dropping off me, she always seems to know where I've been (banned places like the dining room table and kitchen bench).
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Hari OM
ReplyDeleteAh yes, and the small matter of nibbled foodables! Tigger, this reminds me of my angels, Jasper Cat and Jade dog, when once things went very quiet... I just knew there was mischief afoot. This was looooong ago in that century before this one. When I was still eating a little meat and hadn't completely vegied. I'd brought home a bbq chook and placed it right at the back of the stove top. My furkids were very well behaved so had no doubts. Went to bedroom to get out of work clothes and by the time I got back, there was only a wishbone and a wing left. The main culprit, sitting pretty on the counter, was Jasper. He'd clearly had his fill, then flicked the bag and remains to the floor for his sisfur!!! I was worried stiff about chook bones in her gut. But all was well and I had a salad that evening.
Moral of this story? Hyoomans must learn to place foodables inside cuboards or ovens and not leave them open to temptation! hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx
Big grin. Wish F would bring home bbq'd chook. I have to sit by the oven and wait, and wait, and wait.... and sometimes the oven hasn't even produced roasted chook. Last time it was some blackened looking things - I'll get her to post a pic. Disgusted I was. Furrings.
ReplyDeleteOoops, that's an obvious trail which can only lead one way! Our cats here know how to open the rubbish bin. You'd better learn too. Get rid of the evidence!
ReplyDeleteClever cats - do they work together on it? We have a bin where you step on the pedal and it whacks you under the chin.
ReplyDeleteGood on f for trying. Never give up I say
ReplyDeleteNo mischief I say find a sunny spot and take a nap that’s what I’d do lol
Angela - sunny spots too hot for a cat with English fur. I just draped myself limply over the satellite dish at the top of my condo and waited for it to get dark and cooler. I's swap this for your winter and a fireplace.
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