Horse! Horse! I’m sure that’s what it was. They came back today from “breakfast” and they reeked of horse. Usually when they come back from “breakfast” they carry the faint yet delectable aroma of coffee, bacon and eggs and toast. This is definitely not acceptable. And it wasn’t just horses. They were hanging out with pee-wees as well. For all I know, next time they go out to “breakfast” they’ll be sneaking off to see other cats. And we do know they know lots of them.
We are all missing Uncle Wayne but I’m hoping he’ll be back on Tuesday – so he can make scones for Trivia on Wednesday night. He really likes making them – and to hear the Mummies talk about them, he’s really good at it too- especially when he uses his drill to do the cream out in the car park because it’s better when it’s freshly whipped.
The garden is growing so quickly at the moment, probably because it has been raining lots and lots – and not just raining but there have been big scary storms: what do they say “thunder and lightning- very very frightening”? Well, it’s been like that.
And toads have been falling from the sky! There was one upside down next to the path the other day which the Mummies insisted on moving before I could get anywhere near it. And they saw another one playing with a bird across the street. It looked to them like the bird was winning.
The kitchen was a bit bare earlier this week – well they did have some cookies for me but neither of the two types they had was/were the ones I like. (Time for Nigey to take grammar lessons?) But my Fancy Feast did get its place back on the menu yesterday. I don’t know why they think I’ll eat just anything out of a packet – I’ve never given them any indication that I’m anything less than extremely careful about what I choose to eat. But I am cute!
Nigella ... 