Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A close shave.

Nose rubs are the bees knees. I just lie there in a trance for as long as I can until I hear things like Oh my back or I think I'm stuck in this position for ever. Why all the fuss I'd like to know. We're the same age give or take a bunny year and I can still binkie, speed run and creep under the bed without any bother whatsoever. Why can't they? Poor quality animals these humans.

I had a close shave last week. It makes me shiver just to think about it. Molly, the cat down the-lane sneaked in through my front door while M was packing the car ready to go away for a few days. Luckily for me she ran straight upstairs. After they left, Pauline -the-Postie who was looking after me spotted her peering through the bedroom window and chased her out. The cheek of it. I can't bear to think what might have happened if she had come into the kitchen. She is a real hunter. Cats have no consideration for other people. Now we can't leave the door open to get a blow of fresh air. It's time they were kept in hutches at the bottom of the garden and visited once a day. See how they like that!

I have been tidied up. My alfalfa spray was spreading itself about on the carpet...nothing to do with me you understand...but it's in a shoe box now. I have to jump in and out to get at it. I wonder if they think I need more excercise?