Mad Saturday

Mr B has stiff neck issues, so stayed longer in bed than usual. I sat on his tummy to comfort him. F put his nice warm wheat bag on me, possibly as a joke, but I like it.  I can stay like this all day. She went cycling.

It's plurry cold out there. F called me a wimp. She came back with a photo of a cafe cat for me.

I'm not convinced about this cycling business, there seems to be a lot of cafes and hot pasties involved.

While she was away two big boxes arrived.....dried out human food.  I have been made to understand that this is about a year's supply (cheaper bought in bulk) - out of shot there is a 25kg bag of chicken peas. Nothing chicken about them I can assure you.

Oh 'chick' peas you say. Does that mean they are just baby ones?

Lots of this is going into the big freezer in the garage (even though it's dry stuff) because weevils don't like it in the freezer apparently. My garage bed is on top of that freezer - I can supervise the workshop bench from there. Mr B was out there working on some kind of motor thing when F returned. At the same time a man in a van turned up and gave Mr B some money and took our spare stove away.  There is more space in my garage now but Mr B is still under pressure to 'finish clearing it out' - apparently he is getting an e-bike for Christmas and it will have to live in the garage. 

I'm not sure what the e stands for but I guess I'm going to find out. Any suggestions? I mentioned 'elderly' and was told quite sternly that it would be brand new.

F raked up the bright yellow gingko leaves on the lawn. The poor tree is bare now but had been beautifully yellow until a couple of days ago. The crows have got the measure of my humans and sit in that tree now, waiting for food.  They tell the second one up each morning that the first one hasn't fed them.  Hey, that's my trick!

The pair of my humans erected another birdfeeder stand, and moved a big storage box that is going to be turned into a cupboard (for plant pots) in the shed.

Since Mr B went off to do babysitting duty, F did a bit of building in a cupboard, walked to the petfood shop and back (essential stuff), shredded lots of paper (I LOVE shredded paper), has glued some cork tiles to some plywood (a project) and is now sitting on the floor eating mueslei and taking dictation while I sit on her chair and compose.

My tummy is full of a tasty new brand of catfood and I don't want to be hassled for a photo shoot.  

Why can't I do science on catfood?