Brambles

Rambles.  My rambles took me up the backyard and round behind our shed where a storm last Summer blew a big hole in the fence.  A brick pillar went down and took two sections of wooden paneling with it. 

I sat for a while on the low brick wall (the bit below the paneling) and surveyed the neighbours section of brambles.  It looked negotiable and on the far side there is clearly a hole in the hedge into another adjoining backyard.

Mr B took this photo just before he lurched at me to stop me jumping down.  (hence fuzzy)

Decapitated brick pillar on my left.

He missed.

I went on tour.  I tiptoed through the brambles, rambled through the hedge, tormented a couple of yappy dogs shut behind the sliding glass doors in a house on the other side of the block, ambled back when it suited me and was annoyed to find that Mr B was waiting for my return.  He is incapable of negotiating the thicket of brambles, so I crouched underneath them.  There might be mice under here.

Mice or not (I didn't get a chance to find out) Mr B prodded me and eventually risked being sliced and diced by thorns reaching down to scoop me out.  I growled my annoyance.  I haven't had to growl at my humans often in our years together but interrupting my hunting expeditions is a growlable offence, and he got a particularly annoyed version of a growl.

I have heard there are plans afoot to rebuild the fence even though it is actually the neighbour's fence, so I need to get on with my explorations before that happens.